Ice (Regulators MC 1)
She tries to pull away from me, but it only causes me to grip her tighter.
“I can’t strip!” Her fear shows as she wiggles against me, still trying to get away, making my dick harder.
“Fuck no. You aren’t stripping. Well, you can strip for me, but only for me, where no one else can see that sweet little body of yours. I’m talkin’ about you doin’ the books at the two clubs. I need an accountant to keep the shit straight, and I hate doin’ it. Now I have you, problem solved. What else you got for me to solve, baby?”
“What are we doing, Ice?” she asks, licking her lips nervously.
“I’m giving you a job,” I answer honestly. I had already thought of offering Morgan the job. I liked the thought of her being where I can get to her any time I want. Her situation merely gives me the excuse to do it sooner rather than later.
“You’re makin’ me a whore.”
Stepping away from her, anger consumes me. “Is that what you really fuckin’ think? I’m an ass, but I’m not a piece of shit. Tell me, Morgan, have you sucked my dick? Have you let me fuck that sweet pussy or, better yet, that tight fuckin’ ass? No! So how am I makin’ you a whore?”
“You’re buying me off with illegal money! I’m not stupid. The Regulators do shady stuff. I know you’re criminals,” she stammers.
“Is that what you really think of me, woman? That all I am is a criminal? It’s never occurred to you that I might be more? You really think Brooke would stay with me if I was no good?”
She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t move. We have a silent stand-off in her room.
Putting my hands on my hips, I try to calm my temper. “The money you would be paid with is clean. It comes from the clubs. There is nothing illegal about owning and operating strip clubs.”
“There is more to the Regulators than strip clubs and Harleys. You wouldn’t have found my sister if you ran two completely legitimate businesses,” she firmly states, gaining her resolve.
“How quick you are to judge … tsk, tsk, tsk … How wrong and right you are. The Regulators are so much more than strip clubs and motorcycles. Let me ask you something. Do you trust me?”
“That’s an unfair question.” She crosses her arms over her chest, making her breasts stand out more.
“Have I ever lied to you? Misled you? Would I ever intentionally put you in danger? What does your gut tell you about me and my brothers? Hell, you have lived with Coal for how long now? How do you judge us so freely?” I bite out at her. “Do you trust me?” I ask her again, with vehemence this time.
“Yes,” she whispers, meeting my stare.
“What I’m about to tell you can never be repeated. If it is, it could forfeit both of our lives. Understand?”
She nods back at me, yet her skeptic thoughts are written all over her face. Tough shit. She is going to listen to what I have to say, absorb that shit, and finally pull the godforsaken stick out of her ass. There is a difference in getting hard for Miss Prim and Proper and getting pissed off over her sometimes judgmental attitude.
“I’m part of a government undercover team placed here in Miami to regulate or take down anything Uncle Sam considers major illegal activities in the Southeastern United States. Sometimes that happens to be in my territory, as in the case that Madyson stumbled into, and sometimes that means I go out of state for short periods of time to handle whatever it is they need me to handle. Things aren’t always what they seem; the Regulators are an example of that.”
Her mouth drops open in surprise.
“I may be bad to the bone, baby, but sometimes bad people do good things. Coal is an example. His past would be one where most people would consider him bad, but has he been bad to you? Not in the least.”
“What did he do?” her quivering voice asks.
“That’s his story to tell, not mine.” I make my way back over to her. “Good people sometimes do bad things for the greater good. That is the Regulators MC. I can’t give you any more than that. Can you live with that? Can you handle being with a man who does bad things sometimes for the greater good?”
“I’m not with you, Ice.”
Putting my hands on either side of her face, my lips slam down on hers, and without hesitation, she opens for me. I slip my tongue between her lips, softly gliding it over her teeth. My tongue tangles with hers while her hands come up around my neck, pulling me into her.
As her body melts into mine, I move one hand to grip the back of her neck and hold her to me. My other hand moves to cup her ass and rock her into my now rock-hard erection. When she moans and becomes more aggressive, I pull away, leaving her panting.