She still had that soft look, eyes only for him, never straying to look at any other man. He knew, because he watched her carefully. Twice when she wasn’t expecting it, he turned on the vibrator and she yelped and jumped. He grinned at her when she glared at him. Playing wasn’t something he was familiar with, but with her, he found he was really enjoying himself.

After the grill was scrubbed clean, he got the necessary coals going. Bags of it. The good stuff. He was better at it than he’d let on. She looked at him suspiciously and then when it caught fire and spread rapidly through the large grill, she flung her arms around his neck and pressed kisses up his throat to his chin where she nibbled.

“You’ve done this before.”

“You could say that,” he agreed. Hell, if lighting a barbecue grill had gotten him her kisses, and her tits pressed tightly against his chest, he would have told her far sooner. That was as far as his skills went. He could spread out the coals and get them lit. After that . . .

He reached down with both hands, cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her tight against his body. “Kiss me.”

She did. Without hesitation. Her lips found his and her tongue slipped along the seam, temptation itself. His cock jerked hard, coming to attention. He used one hand to turn the vibe on again and then he rubbed her ass, wishing it was bare. His other hand slid inside the shirt to find her bare breast. He loved her tits almost as much as her ass. Maybe more. Maybe it was the same. He didn’t know. Didn’t care. He just loved the way her body fit with his. Loved the way she made him come alive.

“Hey, you two.” Lana came up behind them. He knew before she spoke who it was because he was familiar with her energy. “Enough of that.”

They broke apart, both laughing. He remembered to turn off the vibrator to give his woman a little relief.

“I thought I’d help with the cooking, at least until Alena gets back. Pierce showed up and off they went together. I don’t know what’s going on there,” she added.

Ice didn’t believe her for a minute. “I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got that thing, remember?” Lana stated, holding up her watch.

He had no idea what “thing” she was referring to. He frowned and she tapped out their code on her thigh. Her hand was down low, up against her leg, so few people ever noticed the small taps of her fingers.

Fred. Venom. Of course. The club had come as well. He didn’t have to make a special trip to find the son of a bitch who’d given up his woman to murderers. They’d found him. He nodded. “I don’t want Soleil out of your sight. She’s got a couple of men watching her, and I don’t want them getting close to her.”

He didn’t want to leave his wife. He was having fun with her. He couldn’t remember there ever being a time when he was reluctant to go with his brothers and deliver a much-needed lesson. He was now. He would choose Soleil over fighting any day of the week. Shockingly, he’d fallen that far. But this was important. This kind of betrayal wasn’t acceptable, and Torpedo Ink had to get that message across to the Venomous club.

He caught Soleil’s chin, turned her head toward him and kissed her. He took his time, establishing the fact that she was with him. That he loved her. That she was protected. “Stay with Lana at all times.”

“I’m good, Ice. Nothing is going to happen to me.”

Ice looked up to find Absinthe and Storm close. They nodded at him. His brothers, ready to teach Fred a very hard lesson before he died and remind the Venomous club that no one put one of theirs up for murder. He stalked off, leaving his woman with his very lethal sister. Anyone who tried to touch what wasn’t theirs was in for trouble.SIXTEENIce smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. He’d perfected that look over years of beating the shit out of his enemies. “Hello, Fred. We met in Vegas. You remember? My wedding day. My woman looked like a fairy-tale princess in her dress. You were staring at her tits, as I recall. So, if you don’t remember the dress, you might remember the perfect tits she has.”

Fred’s smirk faded and he turned slowly around, trying to look nonchalant as he searched the bar for his brethren. None of his club members appeared to be inside the bar. He gave a quick shake of his head. “Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You must have the wrong man.” He made a move as if he could get around Ice.

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