by Jamie Begley
Her wantonness was something she had never expected herself capable of. She had gone from a woman who was numb to the desires of the flesh to one who found something new to appreciate every time Ice touched her body. He’d taught her not only how he liked to fuck but what her body enjoyed, discovering her sensitive and erotic zones and giving them the attention they needed until she was a withering mass of flesh that craved his touch.
She moved on him faster and faster. She rose to her knees on each side of him, fucking herself on his cock as the tension built to an excruciating level, which crashed into explosive shock waves that tore through both of them, leaving them limp and exhausted.
What Ice did to her should be illegal. He was slowly stealing away her heart and body every time she was with him. He didn’t care for her dogs, yet he was always gentle with them. He thought her alarm was a piece of shit, but he made sure he always set it for her. If she made him dinner, he would make her breakfast before he left. When they had sex, he always managed to make her feel as if it was the first time, as if each time he touched her, he enjoyed it more and more. He didn’t become bored with her less-than-adventuresome personality; instead, he acted as if her touch was all he would ever want.
She was falling in love with him, and she had no idea how she was going to make it work. Grace was pretty sure the college would frown on their relationship, not even taking into consideration how her family would feel about her being with a man like him. Each time she saw him, she swore she would end it; however, now she realized it was already too late. He had already stolen her heart.
Chapter 20
Ice stretched after they finished lunch.
“I have to head back. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
Grace paused at carrying the dirty dishes to the sink. “Oh, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She set the dishes down on the counter, trying not to show how disappointed she was that he was leaving.
“I would stay if I could. The club is having a welcome home party for one of the brothers who just got out of prison. He served a nickel, so we’re glad he’s finally out,” Ice explained.
“I see. You don’t have to explain. Are there going to be a lot of people there?” she asked, picking up a washcloth.
“Yeah, the club will be packed,” Ice answered then wished he had kept his mouth shut at her steady gaze.
The room filled with an uncomfortable tension.
“I would take you, but, baby, I don’t think you’d enjoy yourself at one of our parties. The brothers get pretty wild.”
“Do you think that I think I’m too good to go to your clubhouse?”
“You are too good to go to one of our parties.” Ice laughed. “The brothers get drunk, then they start fights over the women.” Ice knew he had fucked up as soon as the words came out of his mouth.
“Are there going to be a lot of women there?”
“Some,” he admitted.
“Oh.” She began doing the dishes.
“Dammit, do you want to go or not?”
“Yes, thank you. I’ll go get dressed.” She took his hand. “Come help me pick out something.”
Ice reluctantly followed her into her bedroom, wishing he could go back to bed and start the day over because he had a feeling this one wasn’t going to end well.
Grace opened her closet, looking at him eagerly. “Pick something out for me. I’ll wear anything you want me to.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, just don’t make me look silly.” She eyed him suspiciously.
Ice looked at the rows and rows of clothes in her walk-in closet. He opened and closed several of her built-in drawers before finding her jean drawer. He pulled out her oldest pair and handed them to her. Then he went to another row of drawers. Opening the first one, he stared down in shock. His hand reached in, coming out with a handful of silky underwear.
“What in the fuck are these?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen women’s underwear before?” she snapped.
“I have. I just want to know why I haven’t seen you in any of these.” He hooked his finger through a sheer black thong.
“My mother likes to buy me clothes. She bought all those.”
Ice tossed the thong to her. “I hate to tell you this, baby, but your mom’s got better taste in underwear than you do.”
He opened another drawer, pulling out a miniscule, silky grey negligee. “I’m throwing away those ugly pajamas of yours.” He put the negligee back in the drawer and was about to close it when he saw a pale pink camisole.
“This is how you wear pink,” he said appreciably, putting it on top of the clothes she was holding.
“Perhaps this was a bad idea.”
Ice ignored her, closing the drawer and opening another. He searched through it and another before he pulled out a white crocheted sweater with rhinestones for buttons. He handed that over, as well.
“You got any boots?” he asked, going to stand in front of her shoe organizer.
“Of course.” She showed him the three pairs of boots.
“You pick these out?”
“Yes.”
“I can tell.” He picked one pair out. “These will have to do.”
Grace was trying really hard not to become angry. This would technically be their first date night out with his friends, and she didn’t want him to change his mind about taking her.
“Get dressed. We need to ride,” Ice ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” Grace smarted off, going into her bathroom to change.
She made a quick call to ask CeCe to check on her dogs later in the evening. After she agreed, Grace hurriedly dressed, not putting it past Ice to leave her behind.
After she was dressed, Ice rushed her out the door, barely giving her enough time to say goodbye to her pets and set the alarm.
The three-hour drive was miserable. The first hour was fun, the second it became boring, and the third was painful on her butt. After that, she was simply miserable. When they arrived at his clubhouse in Queen City, it was beginning to get dark. After Ice parked, the loud, beating music from inside could be heard. There was something inherently dangerous about the building with so many motorcycles sitting out front.
“I see they already started.”
“We wouldn’t have been so late if you hadn’t stopped and bought me a helmet. I feel as if my head is going to fall off my shoulders. I don’t know why you made me wear one tonight; you haven’t before,” she complained.
“Because there’s a difference between driving around your town at slow speed and a long ride where we’re hauling ass,” Ice answered curtly.
Grace set the helmet down on his motorcycle. The evening already wasn’t going as she’d planned. Ice didn’t seem happy she was there at all.
“Let’s go in.” Grace followed him.
When he reached the door, he paused, looking at her with a hard expression.
“No matter what you see inside, you’re not going to stop seeing me. I won’t let you.”
Grace was taken aback by his words, and her doubts about why he didn’t want her there disappeared. He didn’t want her to see what his life was like here then change her mind about seeing him.
When Grace finally nodded, Ice opened the door, taking her hand as they went inside.
To say Grace received a culture shock was putting it mildly. Ice had told the truth when he’d said his friends got wild when they partied.
The huge room was filled with men and women. There was a bar on one side of the room with a pool table in the center and another farther back. There were also several chairs and assorted furniture, and Grace didn’t want to guess how old they were.
“Ice, where you been?” Max came up to them, smacking Ice on the back. He was holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
He stared at her hard for a minute. “Is that Ms. Andrews?”
“Hi, Max,” Grace greeted him, smiling. She felt the eyes of everyone on them.
“Let’s get a
beer.”
They went to the bar where a friendly brunette was serving drinks.
“What can I get you, Ice?”
“Get us a couple of beers. Crush, this is Grace.”
“Hi, Grace. So, you’re the one keeping Ice busy these days?” She reached under the counter and pulled out a couple of beers.
“I hope so,” she said, taking one of the beers then looking around the room.
“Crush, take care of her for me for a few minutes. I want to go see Stump.”
“He’s in the back bedroom with Rave.” Crush laughed.
Ice turned to her. “Stay here with Crush. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be fine,” she assured him, keeping her doubts to herself.
“Don’t look so scared. We don’t bite.” Crush laughed after Ice left. “Most of us are harmless.”
“Crush, give me a beer.” Jackal’s voice from the end of the bar drew her attention. A young woman who was about nineteen stood by his side. She was wearing a tank top and it was obvious from her pert breasts she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Jackal’s eyes met hers. “Grace.”
“Jackal.”
Crush gave him a beer, then he moved off into the same direction Ice had with his arm around the woman.
“That was Nola.”
“She seems very young.”
“Look around. There are younger ones here. We don’t exactly check IDs, but if Ice catches anyone under eighteen, he throws them out. He doesn’t want any of the men locked up.”
When there was a loud yell from the back, Grace turned to see two men stand up and start shoving each other. Max broke up the fight by pushing one of the men back down onto a chair.
Crush saw her staring. “It’s only going to get worse the later it gets. You sure you’re in the right place?”
“I’m sure.”
Ice came back, putting his arm around her shoulder. “Let’s go sit down.”
After finding a spot on a couch next to a wall, they watched two men play pool. Once they finished, Ice stood up to play the loser.
Gradually, Grace relaxed. She had been to several parties in Paris while she had lived there, and this seemed pretty much the same. Actually, she had attended some much worse, but her brother had not let her stay for long.
She watched some party-goers doing a few lines of coke on the bar while Ice gauged her reaction. She merely raised a brow at him. The only time she became uncomfortable was when one of the women broke away from the man holding her to dance on one of the tables. As she gyrated her hips, someone turned the music up and she took off her top, showing her naked breasts. Grace had to glance away at that one, but she did look to see if Ice was watching the performance. He merely kept playing pool, beating everyone he played, finally handing over the pool stick to Fade.
Then he sat back down beside her. “Ready to run yet?”
“Not exactly.” She leaned against him when he put his arm across the back of the couch. “I’ve been to parties in Paris that were much worse.”
“Your parents let you go?” Ice asked in surprise.
Grace shrugged. “I began modeling young. It’s expected for you to attend certain parties. Dax always went with me, and my parents knew they could trust me.”
“What would they think if they knew about us?”
“They wouldn’t be happy,” she told him truthfully. “Not because you’re in a motorcycle club, but because of your past criminal record, and you were the one who took me hostage.”
“That’s fair. I wouldn’t want a kid of mine—if I had any—to get involved with a man like me, either.”
Ice had just brought up something which had been bothering her, something she hadn’t found a way to ask him about yet. “Why don’t you want children, Ice?”
His expression went cold. “Because I won’t pass along my father’s genes or his name. It’s going to die with me.” He took a long drink of beer.
“I want kids. I already have their names picked out,” she said, playing with a thread on her jeans. She felt Ice staring at her.
“I wouldn’t mind adopting. Giving a kid like me a chance would be good.”
“A future member of the Predators?”
“Hell, yes.” Ice laughed.
At that moment, the club door opened and an older woman came inside. “I’ll be right back.”
While several of the members were greeting the woman as if she hadn’t been there for a while, the couch sank as someone sat down next to her.
“You Ice’s bitch or his old lady?” a woman asked, giving her a sharp stare. No one would take this woman as friendly.
“What’s the difference?”
“A bitch is someone he fucks and shares. An old lady gets fucked over and doesn’t get shared.”
“Neither sounds very appealing. Which one are you?”
“I don’t get fucked over.” Rita boasted.
“I could have guessed you were a bitch.” Grace concluded.
“Aren’t you funny? You won’t be smiling when I smack—”
“Shut up, Rita,” a voice interrupted the woman’s tirade. “Hi, I’m Gert,” she introduced herself to Grace.
“Get up, bitch!” Gert said to Rita.
After the girl threw a dirty look at Grace before getting up and going to the bar, Gert sat down in her spot.
“She gives all the new women hell. She would keep all the brothers to herself if she could.”
“I’m Grace, a friend of Ice’s.”
“He told me. He went outside to check my car out for me. It’s been giving me some trouble.”
“I hope he can fix it.”
Gert shrugged. “If he can’t, he’ll get me another one.”
Grace smiled, thinking of Ice, seeing that the woman who had helped him get off the streets was taken care of.
“Ice told me how you found him in the back of your car.”
“He told you that story?” Gert’s gaze sharpened.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think he’s told anyone outside of the club before.”
Grace blushed. “I’m glad you were able to help him out.”
“I had gone back to my ex’s house to get my clothes. I wonder sometimes what would have happened to him if I hadn’t met him that night.”
“Probably dead. He said he’d been stabbed. You gave him a place to go to when he was hurt.”
Gert nodded. “He was half-starved, too. He still eats like he has a hole in his stomach.”
“Tell me about it,” Grace said wryly.
Both women laughed for a moment; however, Gert quit laughing when they saw Ice coming back inside. “Be careful of Rita until you get to know the others in the club better. I’ll tell the other girls to keep an eye on you.”
“Thanks, Gert. I’m sure it will all work out.”
Gert gave her a skeptical look yet stood up as Ice drew near.
“It’s running. I’ll start looking for a new one for you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Ice. I’m going to go say hi to Stump then go on home. Had a treatment this morning and I’m tired, or I’d stay and have a beer with you.”
Ice bent and brushed his lips over her wrinkled cheek. “Take care.”
“I like her,” Grace told him after she left.
“How about Rita? You like her?”
“Not so much,” Grace admitted.
“Not many do.”
“Come on, I’ll show you my room.” Ice took her to a long hallway that had several doors, some open with people inside talking and laughing. He took her to the one next to the end, opening the door then reaching in to turn on the light. “Go on in,” Ice urged.
Grace went into the room. It held a large unmade bed, but the sheets looked clean. There was also a small table by the bed and a chest. The furniture was sparse, but the room suited Ice. There was nothing soft or pretty about it.
“I thought it would be a lot messier.”
“No. My mom hated to clean
house, but after she left, my dad kept it filthy. I can’t stand to sleep in a dirty room.”
She had all the benefits of growing up in an affluent home, while Ice had dealt with more than his fair share of setbacks. He had run away from home and been lucky enough to find a place where he belonged. Grace wished things could have turned out better for him, wondering what kind of man he would have turned out to be, had he been given a chance.
“What are you thinking?” Ice asked stiffly. She could tell he thought her opinion of his room wasn’t very good.
“I was wondering if your bed is as soft as mine.”
“Let’s find out.”
Ice’s mouth went to her neck, to his favorite spot. It was like his brand on her flesh now. She would touch it sometimes when he wasn’t able to come to Stephenville, and it would make being without him easier.
Grace pulled back slightly, reaching for his belt buckle. She had never taken the lead when they had sex, yet tonight, she was feeling adventurous. Perhaps it was the uninhibited atmosphere in the other room, or she wanted to place her own brand on Ice.
She wanted him so badly she ached. She already felt the moisture gathering within her. She clenched her thighs together as she finished unbuckling his belt then pulled down his zipper. Ice reached down, tugging off her white sweater as she pulled his jeans down his hips. She then knelt, pulling them away from his feet.
She touched his cock as it swelled before her, getting even harder in her hand. She put just the tip in her mouth, letting her tongue glide under the head, and then began playing with the metal balls.
“Fuck!” Ice hissed.
Her hand began pumping the length of his cock as she swallowed more of him, her other hand taking the heavy weight of his balls into her grasp. Her fingers massaged them until they became tight and hard.
Ice’s hand went to her hair, tugging at it until it loosened and flowed down her back.
“Christ, I’m already about to come.”
Grace moved her hands and mouth away.
“Put that mouth back on my dick,” Ice ordered, his hand in her hair, pulling her back to his cock.
Grace gave a teasing laugh, taking him back into her mouth and hand. She managed to take more of him this time, her arousal easing her fear of choking.