Riot (Predators MC 1)

Ice saw Grace turn her head away as he walked past. She was still pissed, and she was going to have to stay that way a while longer. He was going to finish the job first then get her the hell out of here. She was going to hate his fucking guts before she tasted freedom again.

He walked up to Church lying on the ground, holding a bunched-up shirt to his side. He savagely kicked his foot out, landing it next to the wound.

“Does it hurt?”

Church groaned in pain and dragged his sorry ass up to sit straighter against the wall. “I’m going to pay you back for this, Ice.”

“You're not going to be doing shit. All you had to do was stay out of my way. I warned you, Church.”

“I won’t always be in here, Ice. When I get out, I’ll be looking for you,” he threatened.

“I’ll be ready anytime you want,” Ice said as he watched Grace get up and walk to the bathroom as Max talked to Buzzard.

Furious, he followed her, but she beat him to the door, closing herself inside before he could reach her. Max turned around and saw her gone, jumping up from the table. When he saw Ice leaning against the wall next to the bathroom, he hung his head and sat back down.

He waited impatiently for the door to open, and when it did, he pushed her back inside before she could stop him. He picked her up, pinning her against the wall.

“Woman, have you no sense?”

Her startled eyes widened then darkened with fury. “How dare you! When I go to the bathroom is no business of yours.”

“What would you have done if one of those men pushed you in here then locked the door? Wonder what all he could have done to you before we could get the door open.”

“There’s no lock on the door.”

“He could take his shoe off and push it under the door.” His explanation had her turning pale.

“I didn’t think.”

“Next time, tell Max. Don’t sneak away from him again.”

“I won’t.”

Ice saw she had realized her mistake and softened. “Baby…”

“Don’t call me that anymore.” She tried to wiggle away from his grasp. “I’m still mad at you. You could have let me go. You’re all talk. You’re a liar and a…criminal.”

“Don’t hold back. Tell me what you really think,” Ice mocked.

“All right, I will. You're smart enough to lead those men who would die for you out there, but you can’t hold down a normal job, lead a normal life. You’re just as sick as Winston was.”

Ice’s blood ran cold at the comparison. “Don’t compare me to that sick fuck again, or I’ll turn you over my knee and smack that ass. I’ve not laid a hand on you other than to steal a kiss a kid would take. I won’t make that mistake again.”

His mouth closed over hers before she could protest. His tongue thrust deeply, widening her mouth, sliding against her own. His hand found the firmness of her breast, squeezing the plump fullness and sweeping the nipple with his thumb. Then he leaned his weight to the side and brought a leg up until she was straddling his thigh, her feet off the ground. Ice felt the heat of her pussy through the thin material of his pants.

He pressed her back against the wall, giving her more of his weight. His fingers went to the buttons of her blouse, unbuttoning several before sliding his hand inside, as his mouth broke free from hers.

“I jerked myself off thinking of these.”

Her hands clutched at his shoulders, opening and closing as if she couldn’t make up her mind what to do. He saw her hesitation and took advantage of it completely, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. The cream blouse hung down her sides, showing the prim bra which fastened in the front. Unsnapping it with one hand, he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it, using his tongue to lap at the bright-cherry tip.

When he felt her wiggle against his leg, his hand slid roughly under her skirt until he reached the pussy he had fantasized about, his fingers finding her wet. He used the pad of his thumb to grind her clit while a finger slid deep inside her.

Her mouth went to his throat as she began shaking. He raised his head, looking down at the wet tip of her breast then lowered his head to the other one. Her hips jerked in response.

Ice felt her mouth latch on to his throat. Briefly, he thought she might bite him to get him to stop; instead, she sucked his flesh into her mouth, moaning.

He felt her wetness increase against his fingers and groaned at her response. It took every bit of his control not to pull out his dick and shove it inside her. Only the thin membrane his fingers butted against held him back.