Riot (Predators MC 1)

Grace’s legs were hanging off the bed before she wrapped them around his waist, afraid the strength of his thrusts was going to make her fall off the bed.

Ice gripped her ass cheeks in his hand, moving her hips against his. While the bed hit the wall as he slammed against her, Grace’s mouth went to his shoulder, wanting to scream out in ecstasy at the intensity of the fire building inside her.

“Ice, oh… God, Ice.” She let her self-restraint slip, giving herself over to him.

She clasped his waist tighter with her thighs, arching her hips up to him so he could reach higher inside her. Her position allowed him to stretch her even farther, and when the head of his cock with the metal balls hit high, she couldn’t hold back her broken half-scream before she bit down on his shoulder to smother it.

Ice moved faster as her pussy clenched on him, driving him to a climax, which had his arms collapsing, dropping his sweat-slickened body on top of her. When he regained his breath, he shifted her farther up in the bed.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Door across the hall,” Ice said, flopping down on the bed.

Grace climbed out of the bed, putting her jeans back on. “I’ll be right back.” She went out the door, closing it behind her.

The bathroom door was locked, so she waited patiently for it to open. When it did, she wished she had waited in Ice’s room. Rita came out in a large T-shirt, her eyes going over Grace’s rumpled hair and swollen lips. She curled her lips, moving to the side and letting Grace enter the bathroom. Grace was grateful the woman hadn’t smarted off to her.

She hurriedly used the toilet and washed her face before walking out of the bathroom. Her hand was on Ice’s doorknob when the door at the end opened and a large man came out. He was taller than Max, though not as large. He didn’t have on a shirt and his long, black hair was tied back. His jeans were unzipped and she could practically see the tip of his cock. Grace hastily lifted her eyes to see him smiling seductively down at her.

“Where you been, sweet thing? All the girls have welcomed me home. It’s your turn next. Give me five and I’ll be with you. Damn, I wish I’d seen you before I gave Rita another turn.”

Grace almost fell into Ice’s bedroom when the door was jerked open from within.

“Back off, Stump,” Ice ordered.

“That’s Stump?” Grace asked, shocked.

“I’m as big as a tree stump,” he said wickedly, licking his lips. “Any time you want to see it, come knocking on my door.”

“She’s my old lady,” Ice gritted out.

Stump’s expression changed in a flash. “Sorry, Ice. I hadn’t heard.”

“Now you have.” Ice took her hand, yanking her inside his room before slamming the door.

“Did you get a good look?” he snarled.

“I did.” Grace nodded, looking at Ice’s still-naked body. Her calm answer took Ice’s anger down a notch. “You’re seriously not jealous of him, are you?”

As Ice’s body came toward her, the lethal look in his eyes had her backing away until she came up against the wall. “I told you once I never had a pussy that was just mine. I don’t intend for anyone to ever touch you. Your mine, just mine, Grace.”

She wasn’t frightened by his attitude, not fearing he would ever hurt her. Any other man who might touch her would be another story. She didn’t doubt Ice would cause them physical harm.

Grace felt the unexpected thrill of his possessiveness, hating the emotion while, at the same time, admitting it made her feel special. If he felt that way about her, then she had no need to worry about him and other women.

Grace wound her arms around his neck, plastering her body against his. “Just yours, Ice. I promise.”

Chapter 21

Grace carefully placed the covered cake into her backseat before getting into the front of her car. Starting the cranky engine, she pulled out of her driveway. She should have asked to borrow CeCe’s car for the trip she had planned for the last two weeks to surprise Ice for his birthday.

She had told him she had a teachers’ conference out of town today, so his men had left with him this morning. She didn’t know how Ice managed the drive in three hours when it took her over four. She had wanted to arrive in time for lunch, but she was afraid to push her old car at a faster speed limit.

She had been planning to buy herself a new car with the money she would make from teaching the course at the prison, but because of the riot, the class hadn’t continued, and she had only been paid for the classes she had taught. The jerks didn’t even throw in a twenty for being taken hostage. She should have at least earned hazard pay.