The Skulls Read Free

virgin and her life was owned by a
rough, bike riding club. Never in all of her nineteen years had she felt
anything so pleasurable, and all the man was doing was caressing her arm.
    “You shouldn’t be washing the dishes,” he said,
whispering against her ear.
    Closing her eyes, Angel willed for herself to gain
control of the situation. Whoever the man was behind her, he was tall, and his
body made her feel small.
    “It’s my job. I have to clean after everyone.”
    “No, you don’t. You clean the tables to keep
yourself busy. Tiny gave you the job to keep you occupied.” The man’s hand left
her arm and settled on her waist. He rubbed against her ass, and she wasn’t
stupid. She did well in school, and knew he was rubbing his very erect cock
against her ass.
    Angel couldn’t help her response. She tensed. No man
had ever come near her in such a blatant, possessive way. Nor had she ever felt
so desired in her life. His hand left her waist and moved to her stomach, which
was rounded.
    “ Sh , don’t be scared,
baby. I’m never going to hurt you.”
    “Lash?” Mikey interrupted the moment. Pulling out of Lash’s arms
she turned to see the large man was in fact behind her.
    She knew who he was and had seen him around Fort
Wills plenty of times. He was the muscle of The Skulls, and he was downright
sexy even with the scar down the left side of his face.
    “What, Mikey ?” Lash
asked, without taking his eyes away from her.
    Her heart pounded rapidly inside her chest.
    “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
    “Perfectly. It’s
time, and I’ve waited long enough. You know Tiny’s patience will only last so long,” Lash said.
    The two men were having a conversation between her.
Angel didn’t have a clue what they were talking about and stayed silent. She’d
learned never to interrupt and never to interfere. It was easy to always be
silent and stare at the floor.
    “Be careful. That kind of sweetness is hard to come
by,” Mikey said.
    “I will. I’ll be here more often. You won’t have to
worry about watching anymore.”
    The men were even speaking in code, or at least it
sounded like they were.
    “I’ll always watch.”
    She glanced up in time to see Mikey smile down at her. “Take care, sweetness.”
    The older man walked away. During their conversation
Lash hadn’t taken his hands off her. His palm rested against her thick stomach,
and Angel couldn’t help but make a comparison between her body and the other
women she’d seen around the bar.
    “You’ve got a protector. I like that,” Lash said,
against her ear.
    Angel looked around the bar to see if anyone noticed
them. No one looked in their direction. She didn’t fight Lash even when he
started to move her away from the bar. He took her around the back and up a set
of steps.
    The touch around her stomach was light, but she
sensed the strength within his grip.
    “Where are we going?” she asked.
    “Somewhere quiet where we won’t be disturbed.”
    Her heart raced. The tone of his voice made goose-bumps
erupt all over her arms.
    “Why?”
    “Because I’ve waited long enough. I
need you to myself.”
    She didn’t understand his tone. It was strange and
sounded possessive and as if he’d been waiting for a chance to get her alone.
    Why?
    Angel knew she wasn’t anything special, and she
certainly wasn’t a beautiful woman with a slim figure.
    When they made it to her room she tensed. Lash
pushed open the door and still with a hand around her waist, he shut and locked
the door. They were alone in her room. She lived out of her suitcase, and the
case was open in the corner.
    “You haven’t unpacked?” he asked.
    “No.”
    What else was she supposed to say?
    He moved to the bed, forced her to sit down and then
went to her suitcase. She watched as he pulled her clothes out, moving to the
wardrobe.
    “Why are you putting my clothes away?” she asked.
    “This is your home. You need your clothes hanging
up.”
    “I’m not