Ice (Regulators MC 1)

“Ice, we got a meeting in thirty.”

Ice watches me, not responding to Hammer, and brings the fingers he just took out of me to his mouth to lick them. With his back to Hammer, knowing he is tasting me on his skin while his friend watches, I get excited all over again.

What has this man done to me? Not in a million years would I have ever imagined ending up with someone who wants to be watched while engaging in intimate acts. There is something about Brett that throws all of my inhibitions out the window to become road kill on the highway called life. He brings out a wildness in me I never knew was there.

And I love it.

“I’ll be ready in five,” he says, licking his lips without taking his eyes off me.

“Sure thing,” Hammer says, smiling at me. “I’ll expect you in fifteen, then.” He laughs for the first time since getting out of rehabilitation from his accident. “And about that conversation I once said we were gonna have about Miss Prim and Proper shakin’ you up…I don’t think we need to talk anymore.” He laughs more and Ice smiles over his shoulder at his friend.

There is a long road to recovery ahead for him and my sister. Together, however, with the support of the family that is the Regulators MC, I think they will both come out on the other side okay.

I would have never pictured myself doing accounting for two strip clubs or sleeping with the president of a motorcycle club, but then again, the best things are sometimes the least expected. Things aren’t always what they seem, and everything about this club is about family, loyalty, and protecting what is theirs.

My bad to the bone man is quite possibly one of the greatest things that could have ever happened to my life.

Chapter

22

Ice

“So, let me get this straight, Dad. You and Morgan, you’re a couple?” Brooke asks.

Once again, I am in unchartered waters with my teenage daughter. I am trying to have a conversation with her about my new relationship. The way she is watching me right now almost feels like she is the proverbial shark, circling me, waiting for the moment I screw up so she can strike. There is no telling what is going on through this child’s head. I am almost positive I would not want to know anyways.

“That’s what I said.”

“Okay, so how is it that we had the ‘talk’ a few years back,”—she pauses for dramatic effect, only making me relive the awkward sex chat with her all over again—“and in that ‘talk’ you told me don’t give it up easily. Just because a boy takes me out, he isn’t worthy, you know, of all that shit.”

“Language,” I chastise.

“Yup. Again, so I can’t ‘give it up¸’ as you say, without actually dating the dude for a while, like a long while … again, as you say, ‘make them work for it, earn it,’ you know, don’t just give the gift away.”

“Land your plane, Brooke. What is your point?” I snap. Trying to talk to a teenager sometimes is enough to drive any person bat-shit crazy.

“I like Morgan—really, really like her—and I want her to be around. I actually think she is perfect for you, for us even. She fills this space with stuff that I didn’t even know we were missing until she was here. Dad, she like, makes the best cookies. She helps me with math! She doesn’t get frustrated with me.” Her eyes glare dramatically at me, trying to get her point across. “She is everything I would truly want for you and for us as a family.”

“Great,” I say, feeling relieved that she is happy about this.

“Not great. Dad, what are you doing for Morgan? Do you know she says you are the example to what I should hold my boyfriends to? She goes on and on about how you take care of me, protect me, provide for me, and you are always here to listen or just be with me. All of which is true. Whatever man I do finally settle down with—”

“When you’re older. Much. Fuckin’. Older,” I interrupt to remind her she is too young to even think of being serious with a boy.

“Dad, stop redirecting and listen to me. What are you doing for Morgan?”

“What do you mean?” I know damn well what I do for Morgan and her body.

“You haven’t taken her on one fuckin’ date!” Brooke fusses and pushes at my shoulder.

My mind swirls so fast I don’t even bother giving her a lecture on her language. Shit, my kid is right. I have fucked this up already.

Without hesitation, I grab my phone. I know it is early on a Saturday morning, and she was up late because of my visit, but this is important.