The Skulls by Sam Crescent

Author:Sam Crescent [Crescent, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Stop fucking fidgeting,” Lash said, growling the words. Angel glared at him. It was all right for him. He was wearing leather pants, a tee, and a jacket. What did she have to wear? A small skirt that came to mid-thigh, a crop top that only just covered her stomach. At his request she only wore a bra and a pair of six inch stiletto heels. She couldn’t walk in the heels, and she was taking some practice walks down his long hall way. Her hands were outstretched for balance, and Lash was watching her.

She glanced over at him to see him smiling, which made his words less aggressive. Angel needed to get used to the way he talked. In her home when someone swore it was because they were annoyed.

“Stop laughing at me. I told you I can’t walk in these.” She squealed, but Lash reached out to catch her as she started to fall.

“Okay, I’ve got you, and the bitches can be hard at times. Right, we’ll go for smaller heels until you can work up to the tall heel.”

He picked out a pair of two inch heels. “Here, put these on?” Lash handed her another pair of shoes.

She used him as a stand to remove her shoes. Lash helped her to put the new pair of shoes on. He finished off her outfit with his leather jacket. “This is so everyone will know you’re my woman.”

Angel didn’t mind wearing the jacket. She loved his smell and smiled as it surrounded her.

“I love your smile.” He stroked her cheek. His compliment touched her. “I love the skirt, baby, but I’ve got to be responsible.” Lash pulled out a pair of jeans from the drawer. “Put these on.”

Angel took them out of his hands and climbed into them. They were loose enough for her to do. When she was finished, Lash nodded. “It’s too fucking dangerous riding on a bike in a skirt. Take them off as soon as we get there, okay?”

She nodded in agreement.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before something happens at the party.”

He took her hand leading her out to his bike.

“We’re not going in your car?” she asked, approaching his bike.

“Not tonight. It’s all about the bike.”

She tugged on the skirt trying to pull it down and then remembered the jeans she wore. Angel shook her head, laughing.

“If you keep pulling it down it’s going to end up around your knees. The jeans cover everything,” he said, warning her.

Letting go of the skirt and rubbing her hands down the jeans, she waited for Lash to pass her a helmet. He straddled a bike then waited for her to climb on behind it. The jeans weren’t tight, and she was able to straddle him without fear.

She loved riding on his bike. There was something freeing about letting everything out and speeding on the open road. She wished she could feel it without the helmet on, but for now she was happy to be safe on the back of his bike.

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