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“One night, he comes over to the club, and we had a kick-ass party and got drunk off our asses. Colton dared us to get pierced, calling us all pussies. Not only did we get pierced, but it became a challenge to see who could handle the most.”
“Did you win?” Grace asked.
“Fuck, no. I wasn’t that drunk. I only have the long barbell through the head of my cock. I just had to show them I wasn’t afraid to get it done.”
“Why would you do something you didn’t really want to do?”
“Baby, my men are sharks; they smell fear, they attack. I didn’t care one way or the other about the piercing. I just didn’t want a newbie doing it.”
“I’m glad you don’t remember if it hurt. Who won the contest? Never mind. I don’t want to know. What did the men say when they sobered up?”#p#分页标题#e#
“They were mad as hell. Colton didn’t come around the clubhouse for a couple of months.”
“So it doesn’t hurt you when you have sex?”
“It pinches a little.”
“Then why don’t you take it out?”
“Because I like a little bit of pain when I fuck.” His blunt way of talking had her body becoming damp again.
Ice rolled to his side, laying her back against the bed. “The bathroom’s through which door?”
“The one on the left.”
He unashamedly got out of bed, walking naked across the room. With his back to her, Grace was able to stare at his ass unnoticed until he closed the door behind him.
She fell back against the bed, pulling a pillow over her face. She was smart enough to know she was in over her head, and if she didn’t tread carefully, she would drown. When he came back, she would tell him he needed to leave. She wouldn’t give him the option of staying.
The bathroom door opened, and Grace lifted the pillow as Ice came out, walking back to the bed. He placed a knee on the bed, reaching down to pull the thicker blanket upwards.
Grace flung the pillow to the side, reaching out to touch the still semi-hard cock, gently touching the metal balls on each side of the tip.
“I think it’s too late for you to drive home tonight.”
Chapter 18
Ice stared at the tall office building, wishing Desmond would hurry the fuck up. His meeting with the City Council was already running over an hour late. The meeting was supposed to be a quick one after lunch, not a two-hour session.
His boot tapped impatiently against the brick wall of the building he was leaning against as he surveyed his surroundings, making sure nothing had changed within the last minute he had checked.
He was fucking tired, debating internally if he was going to make the long ride to Grace’s tonight. He had gone from seeing her one night a week to three, sometimes four, and it was beginning to catch up to him. He couldn’t afford to be tired when he and his men were on alert, waiting for Deacon to make his move, especially when his information led him to believe it was going to be soon.
The last six weeks, his time was split between his responsibilities to the Predators and Grace. She had tried to backpedal after their first night together, keeping them from having sex by inviting CeCe over to play cock-blocker. Then she had used her little shit as a reason for him not to come over, explaining the traumatic effect their relationship was having on her dog. Ice wanted to traumatize the dog but behaved himself, explaining that she might be giving him too many treats because she was constantly handing him one every time Ice shut it out of her bedroom. It was getting so fat it couldn’t jump on her couch anymore. The vet had even reprimanded her and put the dog on a diet.
The glass door to the building he was watching opened and the members of the council started coming out. They stayed out front, milling around as the doorman sent for their cars. Ice straightened, seeing Desmond talking to another member of the council, wanting to yell at him to get in his fucking car waiting by the curb.
Ice saw a flash of movement at the side of the building before three men were on Desmond as two cars sped around the corner, coming to a screeching stop in the middle of the road and blocking in the cars waiting for the council members.
Ice and his men moved as Deacon’s men climbed out of one of the cars with guns and the front car’s back door was flung open from the inside.
Jackal, Fade, and Max took care of the men going for Desmond, grabbing him, and getting him away from his attackers. They threw him in a car with Buzzard at the front who was not blocked by the cars, mistakenly believing it belonged to a shopper. It was a ratty, old black Ford, so they hadn’t thought to block it from leaving.#p#分页标题#e#