Free The Skulls by Sam Crescent

was
spanking her ass.
    “I like your ink,” she said, staring at him. The bed
covers were up to her chin as she stared at him. Shaking his head, Lash walked
toward the bed. He gripped the edge of the blanket and tore it from her grip.
    “I love your body, baby.” He started at her foot,
caressing her skin with the tips of his fingers. He travelled up, skimming over
her sex and up further to her breasts. “Roll over.”
    He climbed on the bed as she moved onto her stomach.
The curves of her ass called to him, and he settled at the bottom of the bed
behind her.
    Running both hands up her thighs he settled his
palms on each ass check. She turned her head to look at him.
    “Is Lash your real name?” she asked.
    “No.” He opened the cheeks of her ass to look at the
puckered hole of her anus. Biting back a groan he slipped a hand underneath her
to feel her soaking wet pussy. It would be so easy for him to slip inside her
tight cunt, but he wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t ready for that. Lash wanted her
to see everything before he took that part of her.
    Part of him wanted to claim her and make sure she
couldn’t walk away from him while another part needed her to accept him and the
club for who they were.
    She let out a moan, riding his palm as he teased her
pussy.
    “What’s your real name?” she asked.
    “You don’t want to know.” His father hadn’t been
allowed to name him. The name he’d been given came from his mother who’d been
in a real pissed-off mood at the time.
    “I do. You know my name, and I don’t have a clue
what your name is.”
    Letting out a sigh, he brought his wet fingers to
her anus and started stroking that forbidden hole. Angel tensed, but he stroked
the line of her back, stopping her from tensing around him.
    “Nigel Myers, that’s my name.” He gritted his teeth
as Angel turned her head to face him.
    “Seriously?” Lash
saw the humour in her eyes.
    Shaking his head, he started laughing. “Dad didn’t
want to call me that. He pissed Mom off, and she wouldn’t back down. She
accepted the club and the shit, but she got to name his children. I don’t even
want to think what she’d name a girl.” He shook his head remembering the horror
on his Dad’s face whenever he was called Nigel. Tiny and his Dad gave him a
nickname, which, fortunately, stuck. “Mom named Nash, Edward. He hates the name
and doesn’t let anyone know it.”
    “I can’t believe your name is Nigel. It’s so …
tame.” She started laughing, and Lash couldn’t help but do the same.
    He stopped her laughter by pressing one finger into
her ass. Her ring of muscles kept him out, but he pressed inside until she took
him to the knuckle. Lash wasn’t going to do anything more. Soon he’d take her
ass and her cunt, but for now he was content to touch her like this.
    “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Nigel.”
    “Likewise, Angel.”

Chapter
Seven
     
    Angel sat beside Lash as he took her into town. She
was meeting Tate at the salon, and Steven was going to meet them there. Lash
was determined to get her to her appointment. He held her hand all the way
there. This morning they’d only spoken briefly, and nothing had come out about
the party. When she was alone she felt nervous, but once Lash was beside her,
she didn’t feel anything other than the sensations he created when she was with
him.
    Several of the town folk stared in their direction,
and when he pulled up outside of the salon they gained many more stares. He
climbed out of the car then moved around to her side. Lash helped her out,
grabbed something from the backseat, then shut the
door.
    “I thought you weren’t going to make it,” Tate said,
walking toward them. She carried a black bag over her shoulder, and she was
wearing tight jeans with The Skulls shirt.
    Steven pulled up seconds later on a motorbike.
    “I want you to wear this.” Lash handed her a leather
jacket.
    “What is it?” she asked, opening it up to see a
smaller symbol of