Free The Skulls by Sam Crescent Page A

The Skulls emblem on the jacket.
    “It’s our jacket. Our women wear them if they want
to if they don’t have a ring on their finger. I want you to wear it for me
today.” He stroked her cheek, pushing some of her hair off her face.
    “Dude, we’re getting waxed. She’s going to be butt-ass
naked for most of the day. She doesn’t need your jacket,” Tate said, rolling
her eyes. There was a smile on her face, and Angel took that as a good sign.
    “I don’t mind. I’ll wear it.”
    She handed Tate her bag and then eased the jacket
over the small dress she was wearing.
    Lash helped pull her hair out of the inside and
settle it over.
    “How does it look?” she asked.
    His scent clung to the leather, and Angel knew she
wasn’t going to wear anything else. She didn’t know how it had happened, but
she was falling for him, in a big way.
    “Sexy, baby.” He
dropped a kiss to her lips. “I’ll pick you up later. We’re going to the party
together.” Lash turned to Steven. “Keep me posted, and don’t leave their side.”
    He climbed back into his car. She turned toward the salon
when Lash whistled to gain her attention.
    “Whatever you do, do not cut your hair,” he said.
    She pulled the length over one shoulder and nodded.
    “Have fun.”
    Angel stayed long enough to watch the car disappear into
the distance.
    “Damn, he’s got it bad for you, honey. I mean,
really bad.” Tate handed her back her purse, and together with Steven in tow
they made their way into the salon.
    Angel was nervous, and she hated the fact she was
nervous. Steven kept a good distance as Tate signed them in. They were taken
back to a changing area where they were asked to strip and to put their clothes
in a locker.
    “What do you mean?” Angel asked, when they were alone long enough to talk. Steven was outside in the waiting area,
and the changing room was clear.
    “I’ve known Lash a long time. He’s practically my
brother in a non-related kind of way. I’ve seen him with plenty of women. He’s
never been this possessive or protective with any of his other women. You’re
special. You’re different. I think it’s cool,” Tate said. “He cares about you,
and he’d not just after sex either, which is good.”
    Angel looked at the other woman. “I didn’t think
anything of the way he was treating me. I thought he treated all the women the
same.”
    “You’re so wrong. A lot of the other girls hate him.
He fucks and leaves them. Lash is not known for being with the same girl twice.
It’s what makes you special, and the bitches hate you more.”
    “How come none of the men or women talk back to you or anything?” Angel asked.
    Tate wrapped a towel around her body and then a
robe. “Seriously, you don’t know?”
    “I’ve not really made it my business to know about
The Skulls lifestyle. I never thought I’d get anywhere close to them, let alone
being potentially dating one,” Angel said, hoping she explained it right.
    “Honey, you’re not dating. The Skulls don’t date.
You’re Lash’s woman. That’s not dating. This is a big deal. Anyway, I get away
with shit because I’m Tiny’s daughter. The men were
there when I was born or have known me a long time, and the women put up with
me because Dad is the President of the club. They’ve got no choice. They start
with me, and I can kick their ass to the curb.”
    Tate handed her another robe to put on.
    Running a hand down the leather jacket, Angel didn’t
want to part with it. The leather still possessed Lash’s scent.
    “And from the look in your eye you’ve got it bad for
Lash.”
    Angel smiled. “He told me his real name last night.”
    “No shit. Oh my God, that is a big deal.”
    Angel removed the jacket and placed a robe over her
shoulder all the time Tate was talking.
    “He hates the name Nigel. He thought his Mom was
seriously unfair in naming it him.”
    “He told me Nash’s, too.”
    “This is serious, Angel.”
    She smiled and nodded