CHAPTER THREE
Ice Man
I still can’t fucking believe my ex, Brittany, sent me an invitation to her fucking wedding. Who does shit like that…I mean, really? Was it not bad enough that she played me for a fool? She’s the reason I don’t trust females anymore. At least, not in the way that matters. Most of them only care about themselves and will do whatever it takes to get what they want, no matter who they have to trample over in the process.
I’m not saying there aren’t any good women out there, because there are. But I consider them a rare breed, or maybe comparing them to unicorns would be better. You have to search high and low, cross the great divide, walk through hell and back just to find one. And chances are, it’s probably too late because some other lucky fucker found her before you did, and you’ll have to cut your losses and go through the whole process again.
Take Torq, for example. Well, actually, I think Angel just kind of fell into his lap the first time, but he still had his work cut out for him in order to claim her as his. Shit, he still does. It’s an ongoing battle, but one I hope for both of their sakes they can get through to a victory.
And then there’s Amy. My sweet, caring, and sassy Amy. She’s one of the good ones for sure, but she’s untouchable, even if I wanted to go for it. She’s way out of my league, too good for my fucked up self. She’s too good for any fucker living or dead. But from what I’ve gathered, she’s not looking for a happily ever after. She’s perfectly content being single, though that doesn’t mean her bed is cold. Well, maybe not her bed, if what I hear is anything to go by. She never brings her men home, always going to their house. It’s a smart move, if you ask me, something a lot of men do to keep the women they sleep with at a distance. Never letting them get too close.
Not that she’s had much action since Angel was taken. She’s been too busy worrying about her friend while she was gone, and then trying to help wherever she felt she was needed. I’ll never admit it, but I’m secretly grateful her sex life has been nonexistent since I’ve been here. I’m not sure I’d be able to see her with another man and be able to stop myself from killing him for having what I so desperately want.
Bear clearing his throat shakes me out of my head, for which I’m grateful. I can’t stand to be locked inside my thoughts longer than necessary. It’s a scary place to be.
“Our boys in the cartel have brought to my attention a possible problem. There is a club trying to set up shop just a few miles outside of Del Rio, which is a problem since that’s where our new meeting spot will be to keep border patrol off our tails,” Bear brings us up to speed on the problem.
“Do my guys know about this?” I ask. Fuck, this is just another reason why I need to get back home. I can’t lead my damn club from thousands of miles away.
“No. We haven’t had a meet in over a month with everything that’s been going down, plus with border patrol picking up their efforts, we thought it’d be better to hold off on the next shipment until next month. But our guys in the cartel have spotted them poking their nose where it doesn’t belong, and they want it dealt with. And since it’s on our side of the border, that means it’s us who’ll have to put a stop to it…and I need you and your guys to do it. We can make sure you have all the firepower you’ll need, and we can send a few guys down if you think you’ll need ’em. But that’s your territory, brother, and we need you to handle business.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I’ll be leaving for Texas in the morning. I’ll get with my guys and get things rolling. I’ll let you know if we need back up, but we should be good, at least for the recon part. After we figure out what exactly we’re dealing with, I’ll let you know if we need more bodies,” I inform him, already going over in my head what needs to happen.
Our chapter is located in San Angelo, so it won’t be a problem to get the intel we need to get rid of this problem.
“Good. Keep us apprised of the situation. It needs to be handled soon before the cartel decides they need to handle it for us. And trust me, that won’t be good for anyone.”
After that’s taken care of, I half listen as they go over other business, but my mind is going over everything that needs to be done. I almost wish I was leaving tonight. It would give me more time to go over everything with my brothers and come up with a plan before making an appearance at that fucking wedding. Shit, maybe I should just skip it, though the more I think about it, the more I can’t wait to see the look on Brittany’s face when I show up. And I’ll have the hottest woman on my arm to boot.
I did tell Amy we’d probably end up leaving early, and I’m sure she couldn’t care less if we only stay long enough for me to spit in my ex’s face. I can’t wait to show Amy around and take her back to my clubhouse, introduce her to all my brothers. Though I’m going to have to lay down the law when we arrive, let them know she’s off fucking limits. If I find out one of them so much as thinks about touching her, I’ll throw them into the basement and lock them down there for a week.
Once everything is done, Bear calls the meeting to a close. “Ice Man, I’d like you to stay back so we can go over specifics before you leave.”
Nodding, I wait until all the guys have left before turning my attention toward Bear.
“I wasn’t aware that you were planning on leaving, though I understand you need to get back. I hope you know we’ve appreciated all you’ve done here to help us,” he says, and I can hear the sincerity in his voice. Most clubs are friendly with their support groups when they need to be, but since I’ve been here, I’ve honestly felt like one of them. As much as I know I need to leave, and I do miss my brothers, I’m sad about leaving the brothers I’ve gained here too.
“No thanks or appreciation needed, Bear. I was happy to help any way I could. And as far as leaving, it wasn’t planned, but something came up.”
“Anything I need to be aware of?” he asks, concern marring his face.
“Nah, just old scars, I guess you could call it. My ex is getting married and thought it was a good idea to invite me.” I laugh cruelly. “But it’ll sure be nice to see her face when I show up. And I’m excited to show Amy around a little too. She’s never been to Texas, so it’ll be nice to experience it with her.”
This surprises him. He, along with everyone else here, have seen how close Amy and I have grown since I’ve been here. I really care about her, and we’ve become what some would call best friends. She makes me laugh, and I think I do the same for her. It’s nice having someone outside the club to spend time with.
“Will she be there when things go down in Del Rio?” he asks, father bear coming out a little in tone.
“I’m not sure yet, but if she is, I’ll make sure she stays out of it. Nothing will happen to her, I promise.” I’d kill anyone who meant to harm her.
“Just be careful with her. She’s special.” I know there’s an underlying warning, but I choose not to look too far into it. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’d never hurt her and I’ll protect her with my life.
“I will. You have my word, Bear.”
The next twenty minutes is spent going over more specifics about what needs to happen over the next few weeks. He’s promised a shipment of weapons for us to use to extinguish the problem, though I think we’re set already, but it never hurts to have more firepower.
We go over locations he’s gotten from the cartel. I’m familiar with the area, so I don’t think we’ll have a problem taking care of this issue.
“I’ll keep you updated and let you know when it’s done,” I say as I stand up.
Bear follows me toward the door and pulls me in for a hug. “Don’t be a stranger, ya hear? You’re always welcome here, Ice Man. I hope you know that.”
I nod, afraid if I speak, emotion will clog my throat.
Walking into the bar, I see Torq sitting alone drinking a cold one. Making my way up to him, I clasp him on the shoulder. “I’m heading out. Think I might see if Amy minds if we leave tonight so we can get a head st
art on the road, get there a little early so I have time to run over the situation with my guys.”
“All right, brother. You let me know if you need anything. I can be there in half a day if you need me,” he says seriously. He’d be breaking every speed limit between here and home, but I know he’d risk it if I needed him.
“I know, brother. I’ll see ya later, man.”
Making my way out to my bike, my phone pings with a message. It’s from Amy, letting me know she’s eating with Angel. It’s a little early for supper, but she probably didn’t eat anything for lunch. Regardless, I’m happy she’s spending a little more time with her friend. That will make her really happy since they haven’t done much since Angel has been back. It’ll be good for them both.
I fire off a quick text that I’ll see her when she gets back and then hopping on my bike, I ride across town to grab a few burgers then head over to Amy’s house to eat and pack what little I have and wait for her to return.
***
It’s five thirty when I hear the key enter the lock outside Amy’s apartment. After arriving and loading up my bag, I decided to catch a little shuteye in case she agrees to leaving tonight. I know we’ll have to stop after a few hours to get a hotel room, but a little power nap never hurts.
Opening the door, she motions for the prospect behind her, holding her bags, to enter before her. But he’s not having that. He shakes his head, dipping his chin to let her know to go ahead. Good man.
Laughing, she enters, but holds the door for him and closes it as soon as he’s inside.
“I told you I could have gotten them myself. You didn’t have to follow me up here,” Amy argues, but it falls on deaf ears.
“Quit giving the man shit, sweetheart. He’s just doing what he’s told,” I say, walking up to the prospect and shaking his hand. “Thanks for making sure she got back here safely. I’ll let Bear know you did good.”
Nodding once, he sets the bags down and quietly exits the apartment, closing the door behind him.
“Damn, woman, did you buy out the whole store?” I ask, counting like ten bags.
“Ha ha. You’re hilarious,” she says, but she’s smiling.
Picking up the bags, she makes her way into her room. I follow, needing to see if she’ll agree to leaving earlier than planned. But when we get inside the room and she starts pulling out what she bought today, I internally groan. Fuck. She bought sexy underwear. And that red dress. Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought keeping my hands off of her. And if she looks half as good as I’m imagining her to look, I’m going to have to commit murder at least ten times. No way dirty fuckers won’t be able to keep their hands to themselves.
I’m not sure what my face looks like, but when she turns around, she rushes toward me and lays her hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
Stepping out of her reach, afraid that the fire burning through my veins from her touch will make me do something we’ll both regret, I clear my throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just been a long day,” I try to push it off, but I’m not sure she’s buying it. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Would you be okay with leaving tonight? I need to stop in and talk with my club back home, hash out a few things before the wedding. If you don’t think you’ll be ready in time, that’s fine. We’ll plan on leaving at first light.”
Turning around to head toward her bathroom, I stop in the doorway and turn my head. “Think about it and let me know when I get done. I’m already packed, so it’s up to you.”
Taking the few steps into the bathroom, I close the door before she can say anything else. Fuck, how am I going to get through these next few days without fucking shit up?
Starting the water, I set it on warm, though I’ll probably end up taking a cold shower. Shit, what I wouldn’t give to have her wear those sexy as sin underwear for me. To be able to sit on her bed and have her strip down to those red panties and matching bra I saw her removing the tag from and lay out on her bed. To have her look at me with hunger and beg me to devour her.
Peeling off my clothes, I step into the shower and stand under the spray of water. Fuck, that feels good. I can almost feel all the stress, both sexual and all the bullshit in between, fall away and wash down the drain. Keeping my eyes closed, I try to clear my mind, to get rid of the image of Amy naked and begging for my cock out of my head.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been in here, but suddenly the room is filled with steam and all I can smell is her. Her scent surrounds me, seeps into every part of me, and I’m rock fucking hard again. Well, maybe not again, since I don’t think the constant boner I’ve been sporting since meeting her ever really goes away, but that’s not what I’m getting at. What I’m saying is my cock is hard as granite, the blood surging all the way down to the tip to the point of pain. But fuck, it hurts so goddamn good.
My hand has a mind of its own as it reaches down and surrounds my length, fisting my cock and squeezing.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out harshly. It feels too good to stop. And if I have any hope to get through this trip, I need some relief. As much as I don’t want to be cliché and jack off in a woman’s shower, it’s all I can do. I’m not even sure I could stop myself if I tried. I’m too far gone. The only thing I can do is enjoy the ride.
Leaning my other hand against the shower, I close my eyes and think about the dream I had earlier today and pick up right where I left off. Except I’m not going to blow it in her mouth. Hell no. I want to come deep inside her tight pussy. I know I said I wouldn’t do this, think of her as I get myself off—I can’t help it.
I can see it all so clearly in my mind’s eye, as if it’s happened a million times. My large body climbing up her small one. Her legs opening wide, inviting me in. Her eyes locked on mine. “Fuck me, Ice Man,” she says, her lips moving seductively, fucking me with her words alone,
As I enter her pussy in the dream world, I tighten my fist around my cock in the shower. I mimic what I’m doing to her in my head. Fucking her with long, slow, hard thrusts. Moving in and out of her body, all the while watching her eyes roll into the back of her head.
I feel my balls start to tingle and draw in tight. Shit, I’m gonna come. Moving my hand faster and watching my body drive into hers inside my head, I hear her moans of bliss and ecstasy. I imagine her walls clamping down around my cock, intending to milk every last drop of cum out of me.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my orgasm starting. I feel it in the back of my head, travel all the way down my back. My toes curl in the shower as the current also travels from my feet up to my balls.
And then I’m coming. My orgasm rips through my body and the only thing I can do is let it happen, all the while trying to keep my groaning and cursing to a whisper so Amy doesn’t know what I’m doing in here. She doesn’t need to know I’ve just imagined fucking her and now I’m coating her shower walls with my cum.
When the last drop slowly slides out of my cock, I try to regulate my breathing and keep myself from falling. My legs feel like Jell-O, I barely have the energy to hold myself up, let alone wash myself up. But I need to. Even if we don’t leave until morning, it’ll be the last shower I get until we get to Texas, and traveling for almost a full day will leave me feeling grimy.
It takes longer than it should to clean my body. Before I shut the shower off, I make sure all remnants of my pleasure session are washed down the shower drain. Don’t need Amy getting into her shower and slipping on my cum or stepping in it. I’m not sure I’d be able to explain that off smoothly.
Grabbing a towel from the cupboard, I look down at the clothes I discarded when I got in here.
“Fuck.” In my haste to get out of Amy’s bedroom and into the shower, I completely forgot to grab a clean pair of clothes. Damn it, now what the hell am I going to do?
Thinking of my options, I’m left with only two; put my dirty clothes on or walk out of here with just a towel.
Not wanting to waste my time spent in the shower getting clean by put
ting on used clothes, even though they aren’t really all that dirty, I decide on option two. Hopefully Amy is too preoccupied with packing and she won’t even notice me.
Opening the door marginally, I peek out and listen closely. I can hear her rummaging around in her room and music softly playing in the background. I think I’m safe. I’ll just run out into the living room, grab my bag, and hurry back in here to get dressed. And then I can check on Amy to see what she wants to do or if she needs help with anything.
I make it into the living room without a problem. Bending over to get my bag, I misjudge how tight I tied the towel around my waist, because as soon as I lean over, the damn thing drops to the floor at my feet.
“Shit,” I whisper. I reach down to grab it with one hand as the other is still feeling around for my bag.
I hear a loud gasp behind me and freeze. Turning my head just enough, I can see the woman staring at me with what I can only describe as pure lust. My ass is bare to her view and my cock, that was hanging between my legs, now jumps up, smacking me in the stomach, fully erect. I know she’s getting more than she’s bargained for.
Standing quickly, with both prizes locked in my fists, I position them both in front of my dick. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I forgot my bag in here when I went to take a shower. I thought you were in your room,” I say in explanation, but I don’t think she’s listening to me. She’s too engrossed at staring at my now covered package.
Smirking at her obvious show of appreciation, I clear my throat and wait for her to meet my eyes. “Would you like to take a picture? It’ll last longer and keep you company on those cold nights,” I say in a deep, seductive tone.
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