Riot (Predators MC 1)

“What am I supposed to do? Give my brothers up for you?”

“I’m not asking you to give the Predators up. They were there for you when you needed them. Does Colton fuck around on Vida?”

“No.”

“Do the men respect him?”

“Hell, yes; he’s our brother…” Ice stopped, listening to what she was trying to tell him.

“Being a Predator has nothing to do with being faithful. Fucking every woman in that room isn’t going to prove you have their back when they need you. You’ve proven yourself to them over the years. It’s me you let down. It’s me who was hurt and humiliated in front of everyone. It’s me you won’t confide in about what happened at the prison when they all know. You haven’t proved you deserve me, but I’ll find someone who will.” She tried to wiggle out from under him.

Ice lifted his head, glaring at her. “You want me to prove myself to you? I can prove I’m the only man for you.” His mouth caught hers in a kiss he didn’t know he was capable of giving a woman. His tongue thrust deep, sliding along the roof of her mouth before slipping under her bottom lip to tease the sensitive skin.

Ice expected her to bite him at any minute; instead, she slid her tongue into his mouth to duel with his. The kiss became an erotic battle between the two where both were determined to be the winner.

“The guards beat the shit out of me before I was released. I was in the hospital for a week. As busted up as I was, I would have rode my bike to see you, but Jackal told me you had security around you. I backed off until they left. The whole time my dick was hard for you. That night, I didn’t want to push you; instead, I rode home and fucked Brandy. I’ll never give another woman what’s yours again. I swear, Grace,” he groaned.

“Ice…” her pain-filled whisper showed she finally understood what had happened in the prison.

Ice wanted to make her desire him enough to let him back into her life, to show her she could do something no one in his life had ever done before—love him enough to stay with him. He didn’t want her fucking sympathy. He wanted her back in his arms where she belonged.

His mother had left before he was four years old because she hated his father. His father would go off for days and leave him alone, telling him each time he wouldn’t come back, and when he did come back, he would beat the shit out of him for crying. When Ice had run away, his father had brought him back just for the child support he had forced his mother to pay. The second time Ice had left, his father knew Ice would kill him if he tried to bring him back.

Shaking away those thoughts, Ice’s hand went under her dress, going straight for her pussy. He rubbed her silky panties against her clit, feeling them get wet. Jerking them down her thighs, he lifted her out of them then set her feet back on the floor. Then his hand went to the zipper at the back of her dress, unzipping it until it fell from her shoulders into a puddle at her feet.

His hand went to her hair, taking his mouth away from hers. “Baby, this isn’t over. We’re not over. We’ll never be over.”

His hand went to her breast, lifting the nipple to his mouth. Biting down on it, he heard her gasps.

“I missed this pussy. It’s the only one I need.” He tried to think of the words that would get her to come back to him. He couldn’t. He wasn’t like that lame professor who had words at his disposal. Instead, he showed her with his body.

His mouth went to her other breast, raising her arousal by pulling her wet nipple between his two fingers.

“It… That hurts.”

“What did I tell you about a little pain?” Ice released the nipple, letting the blood return. The small sting had her clawing at his chest through his T-shirt.

He had taken it easy on her when he’d fucked her before, not wanting to scare her away, letting her discover sex at her own pace, and it had nearly driven his patience crazy. Now, he was going to give her a crash course in how he liked to fuck and tie her to his bed with chains of desire she would never escape.

Ice picked her up, laying her on the bed on her stomach.

“I haven’t fucked you from behind before, have I?” he asked, getting on the bed.

“N… no,” she stuttered as he jerked her to her knees on the bed.

He thrust two fingers inside her, steadily finger fucking her before she could change her mind and jump off the bed.