Ice (Regulators MC 1)

We haven’t discussed what he wants in the future. The more I think on it, the more I realize we need to sort it out. The anxiety is building up inside of me, and I am scared of what his answers to my questions may be.

He saved my sister. No matter what the future holds, he will always hold my heart, despite the fact that we started out with a more than a rocky introduction to each other.

As the time passes, there is so much more to Brett ‘Ice’ Grady than I ever could have imagined. I couldn’t pick a better man to give my heart, my body, and everything else I have.

“Look at you, getting all day dreamy over there,” Casey jokes.

“He does that to me,” I laugh back at her.

“Better be me you’re talkin’ about when referencing ‘he’ and doing anything to you,” Ice barks out as he enters the office, causing me to blush that he has caught us talking about him.

Casey jumps up out of her seat. “I’m off to get ready for my sets. Catch ya later, girlie!”

Before she can make it out of the office, Ice is pulling me out of my chair and into his hard chest. Tipping my head up, he then kisses me breathless. Sparks fly, fireworks boom—whatever words there are to describe the fire building inside me, it all ignites as he roams my body freely with his hands. He moves to lean against the desk, never breaking contact as he continues his assault on my mouth.

His hand moves to unbutton and unzip my jeans. When he breaks our kiss and moves to nip at my neck, I rock into his hand as he reaches my now damp panties. His fingers push the silken material to the side, and then he inserts one finger in me. With him slowly dragging his finger out of me while also dragging his tongue down my neck, my body is on the edge of seeking release.

His thumb rubs circles on my clit while I put my hands on his shoulders to keep myself steady. I feel myself starting to go weak from the sensations he is building inside of me, never ceasing to be amazed at how he controls my body and the way he is quickly gaining control of my heart.

His tongue swirls on my earlobe before he nips gently. “The door is open. Coal, Skid, or anyone else could walk in right now,” he whispers into my ear. His free hand roams up my shirt, his thumb grazing over my erect nipple in my silk bra, giving this unique impression of the feel of his calloused skin on my very soft skin. “I’m gonna set you off right here, right now, and any one of my brothers could come in and see you coming for me.” The erotic way he is talking to me, the feel of his finger inside of me, the slow build-up he is creating in me, and the idea that someone could find me here with him only heightens my desire.

I watch the door as if I am willing someone to come, willing someone to watch me fall apart while he takes me higher and higher. I am so turned on I would beg him to keep going no matter who came in.

“So wet for me, all for me. If they come in, they will watch you fall apart for me. This is all mine,” he states as he adds pressure with his thumb and pushes two fingers to pump in and out of me.

I grip his shoulders as his hand in my shirt pulls my left breast out of my bra. It isn’t comfortable, but it is far from uncomfortable as I get lost in the response that only he can pull from me.

Brett pulls back his head, keeping one hand working me and moving my shirt up to expose me with the other. When his hot mouth comes down and sucks on my nipple, I feel myself clenching around his fingers as I hold his head against me. He stills the fingers inside me as I ride out my orgasm.

Once the aftershocks subside, he pulls his fingers free of me, and I reluctantly release my grip on him and steady myself on my feet. I tuck my boob back into my bra, and he flashes an unrepentant smile at me as he pulls my shirt down for me.

A knock at the doorway freezes every muscle in my body. Although I am still coming down from my orgasm, I am cognizant enough to realize my pants are still undone. Hammer sits in his wheelchair with a knowing smirk as I feel a blush creep over me. Even though I am hidden by Brett’s body, I can’t help but feel like Hammer knows what we were just doing.