Nash was laughing at him.
“Go and run after your chick,” Nash said.
Going to his brother, Lash pulled him up by his arm.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“If Steven’s taking over from the big guy, then you’re taking over from Steven.”
Lash got the last laugh, and together they left the club. Kate’s whining followed them out. He ignored her, straddled his bike, and broke every single speed limit getting to his woman.
Once outside the salon he walked in, grabbed Steven around the arm then headed in the direction of his woman.
“What’s the matter, Lash? I’ve done everything you asked.”
“Yeah, I know. When you have a woman of your own you’ll understand.”
Lash opened three doors and came up with nothing. On the last door he came to his woman. Her back was exposed and the towel lay across her bottom. If he hadn’t seen how tense she was he would have seen red.
“Get your hands off my woman, and get the f**k out,” Lash said.
“Lash!” Tate sounded pissed off.
“Lash,” Angel said. His woman sounded relieved.
“We were only trying to give them a massage,” the guy touching Tate said.
“I don’t give a f**k. Get out now.” He showed them the patch on his jacket, and the two men left the room.
Steven had a hand over his eyes as Tate sat up and covered her br**sts with one arm while the towel hid her privates.
Lash wasn’t affected by her. Tate was like a sister to him. However, Angel’s na**d body was something else. He’d gotten instantly hard at the sight of her.
“I knew you’d charge in here the moment you saw her. I knew it,” Tate said, giggling.
“Yeah, your Dad knows, and Steven now has to be the one to give you a massage,” Lash said, removing his jacket. He wore a plain black tee underneath. Moving toward his woman he saw her gaze on him as he got closer.
“What?” Tate asked, looking at the Prospect.
Steven’s hand left his face as he looked horrified. “No, please, let me go out and watch. I don’t want that job.”
“You’ve already got one afraid of you, Tate.”
Tate sent Steven a withering stare. “You better be good. I don’t want my trip spoiled because of greasy, disgusting hands. You better wash your hands after you’ve used the bathroom.”
“I did, and I do.” Steven glanced over at him, pleading with his eyes. “I can do anything else but not this, please.”
“Just get it over with,” Tate said, settling back on her stomach.
Lash grabbed the oil from the stand by Angel’s bed. He squirted some of the liquid onto her back before placing it on the stand. Rubbing his hands together to warm them up he coated his palms and started stroking across her skin.
Angel instantly relaxed against his touch. “That feels nice.”
“It’s a good job you didn’t look comfortable with his hands on your body. I’d have killed him and spanked your ass,” Lash said.
Tate snorted.
“I didn’t want him touching me. I thought it was going to be a woman. I hoped it was a woman.”
He dropped a kiss to her shoulder and started rubbing the oil into her flesh. Steven was doing the same. Lash saw the look of concentration on his face.
Seconds later the door opened, and Nash was leaning against the doorframe. He was eating an apple as he looked between the two women. Nash looked grossed out at the sight of Tate, but interest shone in his gaze when they landed on Angel.
“I didn’t have a clue she was hiding such a great body. I would have made a play before you got the chance,” Nash said.
It was a gut reaction. Lash grabbed the bottle of oil and threw it at his brother. Nash caught it in his grip, laughing.
“Stop picking on your brother, Edward,” Angel said.
Nash stopped laughing and looked between the two. “You told her our names?”
Lash nodded. Tate’s laughter filled the room.
“This is so f**king awesome. I love this girl,” Tate said.
Leaning down, Lash brushed his lips across her nape. “That was awesome.”
His brother stormed out of the room leaving them all alone. He finished the massage, and when the woman came to the room to inform the women the waxes were ready, Lash stopped what he was doing. Angel tensed up and stared at her retreating back.
“I don’t want to do this,” she said.
“It’s easier the second time. The first time is always the hardest to deal with,” Tate said.
Lash pulled a face. “I don’t need to know what you do to your bits, Tate. Keep it to yourself.”
“Whatever, ass**le.” Tate grabbed Angel’s hand leading her out of the room. Lash dried his hands and followed Steven out to the main foyer. Nash was sat in a chair looking bored. He took a seat opposite his brother so he could watch him. Steven sat several seats away giving them extra room. He liked the Prospect. Steven was proving to be the best of all three Prospects.
“I can’t believe you told her our real names,” Nash said.
“She’s going to be my old lady, Nash. I had to tell her my name.” Lash rested one foot on his knee. He stared at the door wondering how Angel was getting on. His mind was at ease knowing Tate would be with her.
“Yeah, what are you going to do when she finds out about her Dad and the shit he’s into?”
“I’ll deal with it. You knew this was happening. I’m not into the Kates of this world.”
“The Kates of this world put out without baggage. You’re young. Why are you saddling yourself with a woman?” Nash asked.
Closing his eyes, Lash counted to ten to calm down.
“You don’t get it. Angel is the one woman for me.”
Nash shook his head but didn’t say anything more. An hour later Angel and Tate came out of the changing rooms dressed. Angel wore his jacket, and pride filled him at seeing his mark on her even if it was in jacket form.
Angel kept her face down as he approached. He heard Tate organising a new appointment.
“It’s okay, Angel. You’ll be fine,” Tate said.
Lash frowned looking between the two women.
Tate shook her head. He waited for the appointment date, and they headed out to the bikes. Steven was waiting beside his truck.
“I’m just going to say bye to Tate, okay?” he asked Angel.
“Sure, take all the time you need.” Her voice was hoarse, and he frowned some more.
Walking toward the truck he saw Tate getting ready to climb inside.