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Ice sent his men a furious look, seeing the look of pity on the women’s faces. His brothers turned their own faces away, unable to look him in the eyes. His blood went cold.

Ice grabbed Brandy by the nape of her neck, leading her toward the pool table in the center of the room. He bent her over it, her ass in the air. Kneeing her legs apart, he raised the tight skirt over her ass before ripping the bright red thong off. He then unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his engorged cock before reaching into his back pocket and taking out a condom. Tearing open the package, he slid the rubber onto his cock. He didn’t even touch her weeping pussy as he rammed his cock deep inside her.#p#分页标题#e#

“Oh, God,” she moaned as he pounded her cunt while his men and the other women in the room watched.

The harder he gave it to her, the more she screamed, clawing at the pool table.

“Shut her up, Buzzard.” His brother went to the side of the pool table, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. Ice picked up Brandy by her hair, adjusting his position. He slid her across the table until she was in front of Buzzard who shoved his dick into her waiting mouth, fucking it as hard as Ice was her pussy. Buzzard came first, pulling his limp dick away as Ice shot his own release into her throbbing cunt.

When he was finished, he took off the condom and tossed it onto the floor before zipping himself back into his jeans.

Stepping away from the still-gasping bitch, he coldly said, “Have at it, brothers.” Ice then went to the bar.

“Give me a shot,” he told Rita.

The woman poured him a large shot. When she would have pulled the bottle away, he jerked it from her hand.

As Max and Jackal each came to stand next to them, Rita moved away, not liking the look on his face.

“Sorry, Ice. I shouldn’t have run my mouth last week. The other men... I tried to tell them, but they wouldn’t listen,” Max apologized.

“Next time, keep that big mouth closed, Max.”

Max and Jackal were both loyal to him, yet the others would be out for blood if they sensed weakness. Ice had been forced to prove himself, or he would have been fighting his own men with Desmond barely holding onto Queen City. Since King had left, he couldn’t afford not to have his men under his complete control. At least now they would have something else to focus on for the night.

He turned, leaning back against the bar with the bottle of tequila in his hand as he watched Fade fuck Brandy, who was now screaming again.

He turned to a quiet Jackal. “Better go shut her up.”





Chapter 17



Ice waited impatiently in front of Grace’s house for her to arrive. He was tired and cold, and she was an hour late. The only reason he hadn’t already broken into her house to wait was he didn’t want her to see he knew the code to her alarm. She had placed her safety in the crappy system then keyed in her code with him watching. Women made no sense. The other reason he didn’t go inside was because of the little shit.

This was the fourth week he had made the ride to Stephenville. Each Friday, they would go for a ride and stop somewhere on the road for a bite to eat. Then he would drive her home and come inside briefly before heading home again.

The little shit would always growl and try to bite him while the other one tried to crush him beneath her weight. The less he saw of them, the better. He always left his gun in his saddle bag, not wanting Grace to know he carried one as well as because he was afraid he would lose his temper and shoot the little shit before he could remember how much Grace loved the deranged dog.

Grace’s car came down the road then was swinging into the front of her garage.

“I’m sorry I’m so late. I had a student show up unexpectedly.”

“No problem.” Ice stood.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll get changed.”

“You mind if we don’t go riding tonight? My ass is sore from the drive and waiting.”

“No, not at all.”

Ice could tell she was being polite, but he didn’t change his mind about the ride. He wasn’t planning on spending the night riding around the county with her. He was going to spend the night in her bed. He had given her enough time to get to know him, and his aching dick couldn’t take the dry spell any longer.#p#分页标题#e#

He hadn’t fucked another bitch since Brandy. Hell, he hadn’t even wanted to fuck Brandy. The only reason his cock had been hard then was because he had spent the evening with Grace and the ride back to the clubhouse thinking about her.

He went inside with Grace, watching as she keyed in her code.

“You need to change that code every week,” Ice warned.

She looked at him, frowning. “I should have thought of that. Thank you.”