Page 4 of Gash (The Skulls #13)

arms, and glared some more. “Why are you being a pain in the

ass?”

“ Because it’s awesome to be

so.”

“ Whatever. You’re not going

to move?”

“ Nope, and I’m going to

stay right here, and this bed is damn comfy.” He wriggled a little,

sighing as he did.

Asshole.

****

Gash wasn’t going to move, but

he liked it when Charlotte did. Her tits , without the bra constraining them,

bounced, and her nipples were rock hard pebbles, pressing against

the front of her shirt. He wanted to see her without that shirt, to

feel her body next to his, and to fill his hands with her full,

rounded tits.

Desire hit him hard, and his

cock thickened. Moving on the bed, he did his best to hide the

evidence of his arousal so he didn’t frighten her. Charlotte always

seemed like a little mouse to him, ready to scurry away.

At least that hadn’t

changed about her.

“ Fine! I’m not going to

give up my bed.” She stomped to her side of the bed, and withdrew

the cover. Charlotte pushed it back enough for her to see his naked

thighs. “You’re naked. What the hell are you doing in my bed

naked?”

“ I don’t wear clothes to

bed.” He hadn’t worn clothes to bed since getting out of prison.

For five years he was forced to wear the colors of the prison he

was in. He’d made a vow that he would never, ever wear shit like

that again. “Don’t worry, babe, I won’t bite.”

“ Put some clothes

on.”

“ No. It’s not going to

happen.”

She released that growl again and climbed

into bed. Gash watched as she gave him her back, then moved,

thumping her pillow.

“ You know, some people

believe that the whole tossing and turning could be down to sexual

frustration.”

“ Shut up.”

“ I could relieve you if you

want me to.” He wanted to. Damn, he wanted to touch, to taste, and

to fuck her so bad.

“ Gash, you may be stronger

than me, and be here intent on revenge on two people I despise, but

if you lay a finger on me, I will kill you.”

He laughed. Her threat was so cute,

and he told her so.

Again, another growl, and more

thumping. He

loved hearing that little growl. It made his cock harder than

fucking rock.

Gash rolled over and stared at her

back. Her wet hair trailed down her back, and he reached out to

stroke her hair.

“ Do you have a death

wish?”

“ I’m touching the hair on

my

pillow. I’m not

invading your space.”

She was so tense, and Gash settled down on

the pillow, suddenly interested in what she’d been doing with her

life. “What has happened to you the past seven years?” he

asked.

“ Why?”

“ I’m curious. You know I

was in prison, and then I was with the club. What have you been

doing?”

“ Nothing. Living

life.”

“ And there’s no

boyfriend?”

“ None,” she

said.

“ How long has it been since

you were with someone?” he asked.

“ None of your business.

Gash, we’re not friends.”

“ We’re not

enemies.”

“ Yes, we are. I don’t make

a habit of being nice to men who grab me around the throat as a way

of a hello.”

He may have been a little drastic with

his introduction.

Seven years he’d waited to see her

again.

Not once had she tried to see him, not

even to visit him in prison. Gash had always waited to see if she

would turn up. They hadn’t been total BFFs, but he’d always thought

they had some kind of connection.

Watching her back, he waited as

she grew soft, and slowly gave into sleep. When she was completely

asleep, he thought about the couples at the clubhouse. Lash and

Angel were a

force to be reckoned with. The love between them was strong, and

Gash had witnessed what true love really was. He’d always thought

it was a fantasy, but being released from prison, he’d seen his

Skull brothers falling, or having fallen in love. The club was

still tough, and the men were not the kind to be messed with. Gash

had felt out of place. He was filled with anger and a need to kill.

The brothers, they needed him to be the better man, to be the man

he’d been before he’d been incarcerated. That man was

dead.

Sliding across the bed, he moved

his hand beneath her head, and molded against her back. He gripped her hip, and

breathed in her scent.

Home.

This felt like heaven to him, pure heaven,

and for a change, he didn’t feel like leaving this

moment.

Closing his eyes, he allowed himself

to finally relax, and fall into sleep.

****

Lash stared up at the clubhouse,

wondering what he was going to do. Devil had been in touch, and

Master had threatened the Chaos Bleeds women. His first instinct

was to open his home, and to allow the man to send them to The

Skulls. He liked Devil, and it had upset him when the two clubs had

fought, separating. They had survived many enemies by working

together. Tiny had screwed that up with fear , and it was the one time in Gash’s

life where he didn’t agree with his then-Prez.

The club, it was busier than

ever. They had some of their nomad men staying with them, Adam,

Twisted, and Happy. Fighter, Baker, and Ink were now

full -fledged

members. That had been one of the biggest decisions he ever made

for the club. Initiating three new members, he had to be sure that

they were loyal to the club, and wouldn’t put anyone else before

them.

“ Son, you should be in the

club, cuddled up against your wife,” Tiny said.

“ This coming from the man

who has a new baby at home.”

“ Something told me you needed to

talk.” Tiny shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed. “It’s

cold out.”

“ Yeah, it is.”

“ You’re doing good,

Lash.”

“ If my father was here, I

wouldn’t be doing this right now.”

“ Lash, your father and mother

died for this club. I took you and Nash in because it was a bad

decision on my part that got them killed. They loved the club.”

Tiny chuckled. “Your mother, she was a firecracker. She loved the

club, but she also wanted your father to know that you boys were

going to have a choice. They would fight, but I swear it only made

them both mad for each other. It’s why your mother called you Nigel

and your brother Edward.”

Lash remembered his parents, or at least

small memories of happiness. He didn’t like being called Nigel.

Even Angel didn’t call him that. He fucking hated the name. What

kind of biker was named … Nigel? He recalled his parents, the few

things that he’d not forgotten. His mother loved baking, and his

father loved building shit. God, it seemed like a lifetime ago

since he thought about them.

“ Being a leader was always going

to happen, Lash. It’s not just about being a hard ass or having

muscle that makes a good Prez, a good leader.” Tiny rocked back on

his heels. “I’ve been a good and bad one. I learned on the job.

After shit went down with The Darkness, I knew I wanted Fort Wills

to be a town that everyone felt safe in.”

“ Devil wants me to create a

safe house for their women.”

“ A war is coming, and we

have to be ready. I fucked up with Devil, but this is your call on

what you make.”

“ What would you decide?”

Lash asked.

“ Son, I’m not about to give you

the answers you’re looking for. I didn’t have anyone to rely on

when I had to make a choice. It’s not easy, and I know it fucking

sucks, but you’ve got to have faith in yourself. What is your heart

telling you?”

“ My heart?”

“ It’s corny and shit, but your

heart is in the club. Your woman, Angel, I never would have put her

as a strong woman, and she’s certainly proven that I can be wrong.

She’s strong enough to take on the club women, and she doesn’t even

need to use violence.”

Lash smiled, thinking about the last few

months of him training her, not only to fight but to also use a

weapon. She was becoming one hell of a shot. He was never going to

piss her off or risk getting his dick blown off.

“ What do you want to do?”

Tiny asked.

Taking a deep breath, he stared up at

the clubhouse. It had been broken into, burnt down, rebuilt, and

invaded. This was his home, it was his life, and he was never going

to leave it.

“ We’re going to have

Devil’s back when his enemy comes to call. Chaos Bleeds, they’re

our allies, and it’s time the world knows it.”

Tiny nodded, slapping his back. “Go and

rest. There’s plenty of time to fight, but resting, it’s a luxury

during times of war.”

They made their way into the

clubhouse together, and Lash didn’t wait around. He headed toward

his room, and opened Anthony’s door first. His little boy

was sleeping.

Anthony was already in school, and learning fast. Resting his head

against the doorframe, Lash watched him sleep before entering his

room.

Angel was curled up on her side,

looking beautiful like always. He removed his clothes quietly so he

didn’t wake her.

As he climbed

in behind her, she

released a sigh. “Where did you go?” she asked.

“ I had some thinking to

do.”

“ Did you come to a

decision?”

“ Yes, I did. We’re going to

help Devil.”

“ I knew you’d come to the right

decision.” She wriggled into his arms, and he cupped her

stomach.

“ You know I was going to

let the Chaos women come here?”

“ It’s the right thing to

do. It’s why I love you, and I’ll always love you no matter what

you do. You’re a good man.”

He would never understand Angel, but he

loved her with his whole heart.