Angel tried her hardest to stay unnoticed. She was one of the few big women who worked inside the club. Cringing at her own thoughts directed at her body, Angel tried to blank out their conversation.
“I’m good with my mouth,” Kate said, licking a line up the side of his face.
“Get her away from my bar.” Micky shoved Kate’s arm off the counter so the woman went sprawling to the floor.
“Mikey, what the f**k?” Nash cursed the barman then left the bar. Mikey was old school and demanded respect.
“You’re just going to let him do that to me?” Angel heard the other woman whining as Nash did everything he could to push her away.
“He’s one of the original members. Shut your trap if you don’t want to cause a problem.”
When they were far enough away Angel glanced up to see Mikey stood beside her. She twirled the straw in her glass and tried her best not to look away. Even with Mikey’s advanced years he had the ability to be frightening, or at least to her he was.
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to look at him. There was nothing sexual in his touch. Mickey seemed to look at her with parental affection, which she didn’t understand.
“You may be here because of your deadbeat dad, but don’t let anyone ever make you feel less than you are. Angel, you’re a beautiful, young woman, and if I was twenty years younger I’d make a play for you. As it is, I’m not, but don’t let a dirty f**ker ruin you.”
He tapped her cheek and walked away. Angel frowned, wondering what had made him speak such words to her.
Sipping on her drink Angel closed her eyes wishing she was anywhere but inside the club.
****
If Angel kept sucking on her straw Lash wasn’t going to be able to control the urge to claim her. He’d been watching her for a long time, and he’d done everything in his power to protect her from her own father. Still, club rules were club rules, and if he didn’t make a play for her soon it was only a matter of time before someone else did, or Tiny collected the debt sending Angel back out into the town alone.
He didn’t like the thought of her alone out in the world without him. There were too many men to keep away from her.
His brother, Nash, stumbled over toward him. Nash’s jeans were partially open, and he knew Kate had given Nash a b**w j*b in the last few minutes.
“What’s up with you?” Lash asked, turning his attention back to Angel. Mikey was keeping an eye on her and always did when she was working the bar.
“I’m good, man. I just got my dick sucked, and the bitch swallowed. No mess and I can walk away. I love women who don’t want forever. That shit is always a drag.” Nash folded his arms looking proud.
Where his brother wasn’t looking for commitment, Lash was staring at commitment across the bar. He turned his attention back to his woman. Angel was completely out of place in The Skulls bar. She would be out of place as his old lady, too, but she was the woman he wanted and intended to keep. Angel’s long chestnut brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, but the locks looked silken as they glistened in the light. He’d not had the pleasure of touching her hair or her body, but he would. Lash wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass. Her body was also out of place in the bar. She was the only real woman with large tits, thick h*ps and thighs, and a small waist. Most of the women were slim with fake br**sts or nothing in that department to rave about. Looking at Angel had Lash’s c**k thicken with renewed need. He wasn’t a small man at all. Being over six feet tall with plenty of muscle he needed a woman to be able to take him.
The women he’d f**ked at the club would often complain about his strength, and he’d seen the bruises he’d left behind because of the pounding he’d given them. He needed a woman who could take his strength, and Angel looked like the woman to be able to do that. Not only was her body calling to him, but her innocence surrounded her. She was the only woman in the club who hadn’t f**ked a member, and he liked that.
Lash wasn’t any kind of man to talk about innocence. He’d been a member of the Skulls since he was a Prospect, and after two years of showing his loyalty he’d become a full member. He was the muscle and worked out hard to keep in shape to protect their group. The Skulls protected their town and made sure nothing bad went down. If it did, the problem landed on him.
In all that time he’d f**ked plenty of women, and he’d been with a couple who were now old ladies to some of the guys. No, he wasn’t going to have a woman by his side that’d been with the rest of the club. It was not going to happen. He was a selfish, possessive type, and he accepted that.
“Kate’s good for her blows.” Lash didn’t tear his gaze away from Angel. She was sucking on her straw with her eyes closed. He wondered what she was thinking about. The club was dying down for the night, and it was only a matter of time before Mikey sent her to her room. The room that was next to his, and he listened to her at night as she moved around. He thought about crossing the distance and staking his claim. Each time he moved toward that door, he found himself hesitating.
The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him with disgust or with fear. Angel had been protected from The Skulls for a long time. Her father, David, was the only reason she was here now. The bastard had spent all of her mother’s money gambling and through bad investments. Taking the loan was the best and worst decision David had ever made. Bad for her father but good for Lash as it gave him what he needed, Angel close.
He’d spoken to Tiny and the rest of the club members about what he wanted. They were fine, and even Tiny was okay with it even though they didn’t think Angel could hack it being in the Club. This was who he was, and nothing would ever change that.
“All you do is stand and watch her. You’ve not taken a woman in over a year. You must be begging to let off some steam. Go and take her already. Tiny is going to start getting angry. She’s been at the club for a long time, and you’ve not made a play for her. He’s not going to curb the guys’ behaviour for much longer, Lash.”
Tiny was the club leader, and at Lash’s request he’d made sure no parties were out of control.
Looking back over his request to the club Lash knew he’d asked for so much. The Club was his family. Tiny had taken him and his brother under his wing when their family died in a turf war with another Club. Tiny raised them from the time they were boys all the way until now. He’d been the man to give them the names, Lash and Nash, stupid names but way better than the ones on their birth certificate. They both earned their right to be in The Skulls, but Tiny’s patience would only go so far.