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  “Oh, God,” she moaned as he pounded her cunt while his men and the other women in the room watched.

  The harder he gave it to her, the more she screamed, clawing at the pool table.

  “Shut her up, Buzzard.” His brother went to the side of the pool table, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. Ice picked up Brandy by her hair, adjusting his position. He slid her across the table until she was in front of Buzzard who shoved his dick into her waiting mouth, fucking it as hard as Ice was her pussy. Buzzard came first, pulling his limp dick away as Ice shot his own release into her throbbing cunt.

  When he was finished, he took off the condom and tossed it onto the floor before zipping himself back into his jeans.

  Stepping away from the still-gasping bitch, he coldly said, “Have at it, brothers.” Ice then went to the bar.

  “Give me a shot,” he told Rita.

  The woman poured him a large shot. When she would have pulled the bottle away, he jerked it from her hand.

  As Max and Jackal each came to stand next to them, Rita moved away, not liking the look on his face.

  “Sorry, Ice. I shouldn’t have run my mouth last week. The other men... I tried to tell them, but they wouldn’t listen,” Max apologized.

  “Next time, keep that big mouth closed, Max.”

  Max and Jackal were both loyal to him, yet the others would be out for blood if they sensed weakness. Ice had been forced to prove himself, or he would have been fighting his own men with Desmond barely holding onto Queen City. Since King had left, he couldn’t afford not to have his men under his complete control. At least now they would have something else to focus on for the night.

  He turned, leaning back against the bar with the bottle of tequila in his hand as he watched Fade fuck Brandy, who was now screaming again.

  He turned to a quiet Jackal. “Better go shut her up.”

  Chapter 17

  Ice waited impatiently in front of Grace’s house for her to arrive. He was tired and cold, and she was an hour late. The only reason he hadn’t already broken into her house to wait was he didn’t want her to see he knew the code to her alarm. She had placed her safety in the crappy system then keyed in her code with him watching. Women made no sense. The other reason he didn’t go inside was because of the little shit.

  This was the fourth week he had made the ride to Stephenville. Each Friday, they would go for a ride and stop somewhere on the road for a bite to eat. Then he would drive her home and come inside briefly before heading home again.

  The little shit would always growl and try to bite him while the other one tried to crush him beneath her weight. The less he saw of them, the better. He always left his gun in his saddle bag, not wanting Grace to know he carried one as well as because he was afraid he would lose his temper and shoot the little shit before he could remember how much Grace loved the deranged dog.

  Grace’s car came down the road then was swinging into the front of her garage.

  “I’m sorry I’m so late. I had a student show up unexpectedly.”

  “No problem.” Ice stood.

  “Give me a minute, and I’ll get changed.”

  “You mind if we don’t go riding tonight? My ass is sore from the drive and waiting.”

  “No, not at all.”

  Ice could tell she was being polite, but he didn’t change his mind about the ride. He wasn’t planning on spending the night riding around the county with her. He was going to spend the night in her bed. He had given her enough time to get to know him, and his aching dick couldn’t take the dry spell any longer.

  He hadn’t fucked another bitch since Brandy. Hell, he hadn’t even wanted to fuck Brandy. The only reason his cock had been hard then was because he had spent the evening with Grace and the ride back to the clubhouse thinking about her.

  He went inside with Grace, watching as she keyed in her code.

  “You need to change that code every week,” Ice warned.

  She looked at him, frowning. “I should have thought of that. Thank you.”

  Her tiny terror came around the corner, this time sliding across the tiles into a mound of pillows Ice had suggested she place there.

  “I’ll go get changed.”

  “You do that,” Ice agreed, waiting for the attack to come next.

  As soon as Grace turned the corner, the little shit went for him. Ice watched the dog chew on his boot, which now had several tiny holes in it, before bending over and picking the dog up by the skin of his back. Holding the dog away from his face, he brought the snapping dog to his eye level, holding his gaze. It took a few minutes before the dog stopped snapping and merely snarled quietly.

  “You’re not going to hurt my dog, are you?” Grace asked from the doorway.

  “No.” Ice placed the dot back on the floor. “I was showing him I’m the boss.”

  “I don’t think he got the message,” she said as they both watched him tear another hole in his boot. “Come on, I’ll give him a bone and fix you dinner. You can show Bear who’s top dog later.”

  Grace pulled a couple of steaks from the fridge. “You can clean the potatoes,” she said when Ice would have gone back into the other room to turn on the television.

  Ice went to the sink and began washing the potatoes as she heard her cell phone ring.

  “Hi, Maman,” she answered after taking her cell phone out of her pocket.

  “Grace, what are you doing? I just got off the phone with CeCe. She told me you’ve been seen around town with the man who held you hostage.”

  Grace’s eyes went to Ice who had stopped washing the potatoes.

  She answered her mother in French as she started seasoning the steaks. “I won’t discuss Ice with you, but I will tell you we’re only friends, and there is no need to worry.”

  “Grace, your father’s and my relationship started as friends, so that’s bullshit, and we both know it. Please… bébé, be careful.”

  “I will. I promise I’ll tell you everything when you visit in a few weeks.”

  “All right. I know he’s there, or you wouldn’t be talking in French, so I will let you go. Je t’aime.”

  “Love you, too.” Grace disconnected the call.

  “Don’t talk to your mom in French in front of me again.”

  Grace started to apologize for being rude when he laid the potatoes down on the counter in front of her.

  “Hearing you speak French gives me a hard-on.”

  Grace took a step back from the desire she saw in his eyes, but he pinned her against the counter. Then his mouth took hers before she could tell him to stop.

  Once he started kissing her, she didn’t want him to stop anymore. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, parting her lips wider as his tongue explored her mouth, her own tongue tangling with his.

  Ice thrust his hips against hers, letting her feel the hardness behind his jeans. As his hand slid under her T-shirt, grasping her breast behind the thin bra, Grace trembled, knowing she should stop him. However, she had been craving the taste of his mouth again.

  Ice picked her up, carrying her toward the back of her house with both dogs trailing along behind them. He carried her through her opened bedroom door before turning around and slamming the door closed in the dogs’ faces.

  “That wasn’t nice,” she reproached.

  “I don’t want those dogs near my dick.”

  Ice sat her down on the side of the bed and stood in front of her, reaching down to take off her T-shirt. Then he toed off his boots and took off his jacket before removing his own shirt.

  Grace sat there, trying to tell herself to stop him, but the more flesh he displayed, the weaker her resolve became.

  Ice’s hands circled her waist, lifting her farther onto the bed.

  “Ice, maybe we should slow down.”

  “Baby, I’ve been going slow. It’s time we speed things up.”

  He reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra then pulling it off before to
ssing it to the end of the bed. Grace lay still, frozen at his expression.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His soft voice unfurled the nervousness filling her stomach. She relaxed against the soft sheets as Ice took a nipple into his mouth.

  Her hands went to his hair; it was beginning to grow out. Letting the silky strands run through her fingers, then to the nape of his neck, she pressed him against her as his tongue twirled her nipple into a hard bud. His mouth left her breast, sliding down her stomach as his hands went to the snap of her jeans before parting them and sliding them down her hips.

  Rising up, his mouth left her body as he pulled her jeans off, throwing them away as his mouth went to her hipbone then slid to the curve of her stomach. His tongue slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.

  Grace felt the fine hairs on her body rise at the excitement he brought out in her.

  Ice gripped her panties at her hips, moving them downwards as he followed their path. His mouth then hovered over her pussy as his hand went behind her knee, raising her leg and widening the gap between her thighs.

  She was never going to forget the first time Ice’s mouth touched her soft, pink flesh. She would always remember the soft stroke of his tongue as he entered her for the first time. She had doubted she would be able to lose herself to the carnal desires other women had, almost coming to believe Winston had destroyed that part of her, too. Ice showed her that part was not only alive, but demanding the satisfaction he had only given her once before.

  Grace slid her legs farther apart as he levered his body to lie between her thighs. His tongue slid wetly out of her entrance, sliding along her crevice until it began swirling around her clit, parting her lips and teasing the bundle of nerves. Grace cried out as the explosions within her erupted, sending her into a whirlwind of sparks and flames, forever putting to rest the doubts of her sexuality.

  Ice rose above her, reaching into his back pocket. Grace knew what he was doing as he pulled out the condom, watching as he broke open the package. Her eyes went to the ceiling when he unzipped his jeans, not brave enough to watch as he put on the condom.

  She told herself she would stop him, only she didn’t. She kept telling herself she would right up until the moment he thrust inside her. As she felt the steely length of him part her pussy like a knife through butter, she gasped, unable to fool herself any longer. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she lifted herself to him. It didn’t hurt as she’d expected.

  Her pussy tightened around him as he stopped, resting his head on her shoulder.

  “You doing okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No.”

  Ice’s lips went to her neck, sucking a tiny amount of flesh into his mouth as he slid his cock back and forth inside her.

  “Feel good?”

  “Yes, um… So we have to talk?”

  Ice laughed. “Nope. I was only trying to make you feel more comfortable.”

  “I’m not going to be able to get comfortable with a dick your size inside me.” She moaned, trying to adjust her hips so his every stroke didn’t feel as if he was battering her womb.

  She wiggled again. “It feels strange.”

  Ice quit moving. “How?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it feels like hard bumps.”

  “That’s my piercing,” Ice explained, laughing at her expression.

  “Will it tear me?”

  “Baby, they’re metal balls, not spikes.” Ice began moving again. “Didn’t you see them when I put the condom on?”

  “No. I was too embarrassed to watch,” she explained, clutching his shoulders as he moved faster.

  “I’ll show you when I get finished.”

  “That’s okay.”

  Grace began thrusting her hips up at him awkwardly at first until she matched his rhythm. In sync, their bodies each worked to satisfy the others’ demands. Each time the head of his cock slid in and out of her, she wanted to scream in pleasure and beg him to thrust harder.

  His hand went to her clit, massaging the button between two fingers while his mouth returned to her neck, sucking the same tender flesh back into his mouth. The slight pain on the sensitive part of her body had her thrusting harder against him.

  Ice groaned, taking her hips in his large hands, shifting her slightly until his cock hit her insides in an upward motion. When he powered inside her the next time, she didn’t feel a building of tension; she felt a sudden explosion, which had her mind going dark for a brief second. She regained her senses to feel his body shaking against her as he climaxed with her.

  He kissed the spot on her neck before rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of his chest. Grace then reached down to the foot of the bed and grabbed the rose-colored top sheet, pulling it up over both of them.

  Ice swept her hair from both sides of her face, tucking it behind her ears. “I like to see that look on your face and know I put it there.”

  She smiled down at the arrogance on his face, not offended. He deserved kudos for his performance.

  Grace placed her hands on his chest, laying her head on them to stare into his icy blue eyes. “Did it hurt when you got your penis pierced?”

  “I don’t remember.”

  She hadn’t expected that answer. “You didn’t plan on getting pierced?”

  “Fuck, no. Colton, a brother, owns a tattoo shop. He gets a lot of calls for male piercings. His ex-wife used to do them, but when she went to prison, he had to learn. He kept pestering the brothers to let him practice on us, but frankly, none of us wanted him near our dicks.

  “One night, he comes over to the club, and we had a kick-ass party and got drunk off our asses. Colton dared us to get pierced, calling us all pussies. Not only did we get pierced, but it became a challenge to see who could handle the most.”

  “Did you win?” Grace asked.

  “Fuck, no. I wasn’t that drunk. I only have the long barbell through the head of my cock. I just had to show them I wasn’t afraid to get it done.”

  “Why would you do something you didn’t really want to do?”

  “Baby, my men are sharks; they smell fear, they attack. I didn’t care one way or the other about the piercing. I just didn’t want a newbie doing it.”

  “I’m glad you don’t remember if it hurt. Who won the contest? Never mind. I don’t want to know. What did the men say when they sobered up?”

  “They were mad as hell. Colton didn’t come around the clubhouse for a couple of months.”

  “So it doesn’t hurt you when you have sex?”

  “It pinches a little.”

  “Then why don’t you take it out?”

  “Because I like a little bit of pain when I fuck.” His blunt way of talking had her body becoming damp again.

  Ice rolled to his side, laying her back against the bed. “The bathroom’s through which door?”

  “The one on the left.”

  He unashamedly got out of bed, walking naked across the room. With his back to her, Grace was able to stare at his ass unnoticed until he closed the door behind him.

  She fell back against the bed, pulling a pillow over her face. She was smart enough to know she was in over her head, and if she didn’t tread carefully, she would drown. When he came back, she would tell him he needed to leave. She wouldn’t give him the option of staying.

  The bathroom door opened, and Grace lifted the pillow as Ice came out, walking back to the bed. He placed a knee on the bed, reaching down to pull the thicker blanket upwards.

  Grace flung the pillow to the side, reaching out to touch the still semi-hard cock, gently touching the metal balls on each side of the tip.

  “I think it’s too late for you to drive home tonight.”

  Chapter 18

  Ice stared at the tall office building, wishing Desmond would hurry the fuck up. His meeting with the City Council was already running over an hour late. The meeting was
supposed to be a quick one after lunch, not a two-hour session.

  His boot tapped impatiently against the brick wall of the building he was leaning against as he surveyed his surroundings, making sure nothing had changed within the last minute he had checked.

  He was fucking tired, debating internally if he was going to make the long ride to Grace’s tonight. He had gone from seeing her one night a week to three, sometimes four, and it was beginning to catch up to him. He couldn’t afford to be tired when he and his men were on alert, waiting for Deacon to make his move, especially when his information led him to believe it was going to be soon.

  The last six weeks, his time was split between his responsibilities to the Predators and Grace. She had tried to backpedal after their first night together, keeping them from having sex by inviting CeCe over to play cock-blocker. Then she had used her little shit as a reason for him not to come over, explaining the traumatic effect their relationship was having on her dog. Ice wanted to traumatize the dog but behaved himself, explaining that she might be giving him too many treats because she was constantly handing him one every time Ice shut it out of her bedroom. It was getting so fat it couldn’t jump on her couch anymore. The vet had even reprimanded her and put the dog on a diet.

  The glass door to the building he was watching opened and the members of the council started coming out. They stayed out front, milling around as the doorman sent for their cars. Ice straightened, seeing Desmond talking to another member of the council, wanting to yell at him to get in his fucking car waiting by the curb.

  Ice saw a flash of movement at the side of the building before three men were on Desmond as two cars sped around the corner, coming to a screeching stop in the middle of the road and blocking in the cars waiting for the council members.

  Ice and his men moved as Deacon’s men climbed out of one of the cars with guns and the front car’s back door was flung open from the inside.

  Jackal, Fade, and Max took care of the men going for Desmond, grabbing him, and getting him away from his attackers. They threw him in a car with Buzzard at the front who was not blocked by the cars, mistakenly believing it belonged to a shopper. It was a ratty, old black Ford, so they hadn’t thought to block it from leaving.