she seen that, but she’d watched one of the
men penetrate one woman before going to another and he’d switched between them
throughout. She’d never be able to handle such crass attention. Lash didn’t
seem fazed by the happenings in the club. It was only when Tiny took a woman
through to his office that Lash tensed up.
Nash had spoken up and told him to leave it alone.
Angel kept her nose out of it. Her first ever party
had been a success in her mind.
“How are you doing over there, Angel?” Zero asked.
He was playing cards with her man. Hardy and Rose had come back down, and Hardy
was playing cards while Rose did a little light clearing up.
“I’m sober.”
“Good, because we’ll be leaving soon,” Lash said,
stroking her thigh.
She moaned, opening her thighs wider for him.
“I never thought I’d see the day when Angel Marston
would stand on the tables and dance like that,” Kate said, taking a seat on
Nash’s lap.
Nash slapped her ass warning her to be quiet.
“What? I’m only speaking the truth. I wonder who she
was dancing for,” Kate said, continuing to speak.
“I wasn’t dancing for anyone. I joined my friend up
on the table and had some fun. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Angel rested her
head against Lash’s arm. He smiled down at her as she smiled up at him.
“I think you’re a natural, honey,” Rose said, taking
a seat beside Hardy. “Besides, we old ladies need to stick together. We’re the
ones that are going to stick around.” Rose shot a glare at Kate.
“Put the claws away, kitten.” Hardy kissed his
woman.
Angel watched the interplay. She saw the respect the
guys had for Rose and the lack of it toward Kate. The other woman really was
anyone’s piece of ass.
Lash slammed his cards on the table. “I’m out,
fuckers. See you tomorrow.” He got up from the table, slapped the guys’ hands
and together they made their way toward his bike.
“We didn’t need to go if you didn’t want to,” Angel
said. She’d been enjoying the banter.
“I only stayed longer for you to sober up.” He
cupped her ass, rubbing his crotch against the front of her body. “If I’d taken
you home I wouldn’t have controlled myself. Your first time, you’re going to
remember it.”
From all the coffee he’d given her she was as sober
as they came.
“Take me home, Lash.” She snuggled close, inhaling
his masculine scent. Lash handed her the jeans, which she put on.
He climbed on the bike, and she straddled the bike
behind him. Lash handed her a helmet again, and she held on tighter than ever
before. The drive back to his place was far more liberating than the drive to
the club. She felt freer in mind and in spirit as they raced for home. She
loved the feeling of the fresh air even in the darkness. Angel squealed and
giggled. She felt Lash do the same.
When they pulled up into his driveway, she was
turned on and ready for whatever Lash had to offer. The jeans and helmet were
removed the instant she stepped off the bike.
Like all the other times before, he took control.
Grabbing her hand he opened and locked his front door behind them. He didn’t
wait around to turn on lights but went straight upstairs to the bedroom.
Once inside Angel gasped as Lash sank a hand into
her hair and his other hand curved around her waist. He brought her close,
pressing his lips to hers. Closing her eyes, she opened her lips to receive his
passionate kisses. His tongue traced her lips before plunging inside. There was
no stopping his touch. The hand in her hair tightened to a fist pulling on
strands of her hair. She gasped from the slight pain but didn’t pull away from
him.
His other hand moved from her hip to the jacket. He
tore the jacket from her body and broke the kiss to finish his work. Lash
pushed the hair off her face, staring into her eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, possessing her
mouth once again.
She didn’t argue with him and kissed him back with
the same passion
men penetrate one woman before going to another and he’d switched between them
throughout. She’d never be able to handle such crass attention. Lash didn’t
seem fazed by the happenings in the club. It was only when Tiny took a woman
through to his office that Lash tensed up.
Nash had spoken up and told him to leave it alone.
Angel kept her nose out of it. Her first ever party
had been a success in her mind.
“How are you doing over there, Angel?” Zero asked.
He was playing cards with her man. Hardy and Rose had come back down, and Hardy
was playing cards while Rose did a little light clearing up.
“I’m sober.”
“Good, because we’ll be leaving soon,” Lash said,
stroking her thigh.
She moaned, opening her thighs wider for him.
“I never thought I’d see the day when Angel Marston
would stand on the tables and dance like that,” Kate said, taking a seat on
Nash’s lap.
Nash slapped her ass warning her to be quiet.
“What? I’m only speaking the truth. I wonder who she
was dancing for,” Kate said, continuing to speak.
“I wasn’t dancing for anyone. I joined my friend up
on the table and had some fun. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Angel rested her
head against Lash’s arm. He smiled down at her as she smiled up at him.
“I think you’re a natural, honey,” Rose said, taking
a seat beside Hardy. “Besides, we old ladies need to stick together. We’re the
ones that are going to stick around.” Rose shot a glare at Kate.
“Put the claws away, kitten.” Hardy kissed his
woman.
Angel watched the interplay. She saw the respect the
guys had for Rose and the lack of it toward Kate. The other woman really was
anyone’s piece of ass.
Lash slammed his cards on the table. “I’m out,
fuckers. See you tomorrow.” He got up from the table, slapped the guys’ hands
and together they made their way toward his bike.
“We didn’t need to go if you didn’t want to,” Angel
said. She’d been enjoying the banter.
“I only stayed longer for you to sober up.” He
cupped her ass, rubbing his crotch against the front of her body. “If I’d taken
you home I wouldn’t have controlled myself. Your first time, you’re going to
remember it.”
From all the coffee he’d given her she was as sober
as they came.
“Take me home, Lash.” She snuggled close, inhaling
his masculine scent. Lash handed her the jeans, which she put on.
He climbed on the bike, and she straddled the bike
behind him. Lash handed her a helmet again, and she held on tighter than ever
before. The drive back to his place was far more liberating than the drive to
the club. She felt freer in mind and in spirit as they raced for home. She
loved the feeling of the fresh air even in the darkness. Angel squealed and
giggled. She felt Lash do the same.
When they pulled up into his driveway, she was
turned on and ready for whatever Lash had to offer. The jeans and helmet were
removed the instant she stepped off the bike.
Like all the other times before, he took control.
Grabbing her hand he opened and locked his front door behind them. He didn’t
wait around to turn on lights but went straight upstairs to the bedroom.
Once inside Angel gasped as Lash sank a hand into
her hair and his other hand curved around her waist. He brought her close,
pressing his lips to hers. Closing her eyes, she opened her lips to receive his
passionate kisses. His tongue traced her lips before plunging inside. There was
no stopping his touch. The hand in her hair tightened to a fist pulling on
strands of her hair. She gasped from the slight pain but didn’t pull away from
him.
His other hand moved from her hip to the jacket. He
tore the jacket from her body and broke the kiss to finish his work. Lash
pushed the hair off her face, staring into her eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, possessing her
mouth once again.
She didn’t argue with him and kissed him back with
the same passion
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