She didn’t think about it or protest. She turned her face up to his without hesitation and kissed him. Butterflies went crazy. Chaos reigned in her head. Her breasts ached and her nipples pushed tightly against her lacy bra, scraping on the fabric. He tasted like sin. Temptation. The devil enticing her down a dark, wicked path. She didn’t care. She gave herself to him and was instantly rewarded with the fire rushing through her veins.
It was hot. It was dangerous. It was everything she remembered. Only Ice. Only Soleil. She cupped the side of his face as she kissed him thoroughly. Completely. Losing her ability to breathe so he did it for them. The hand holding hers beneath the table stroked her rib cage and then her stomach so gently, right over the places Winston had struck her. His fingers edged up the material of her tank, so his palm laid against bare skin. It felt as if he branded her. It felt as if he soothed those lingering aches.
The waitress almost dropped their plates onto the table. Ice lifted his head very slowly, uncaring of the noise or distraction. He rested his forehead against hers. “Nice job, baby, you got me through the next couple of hours.”
“Is that a real job?” She told herself she should be embarrassed by the public displays of affection, especially the behavior she’d engaged in with Ice the night before, but even thinking about it made her hot all over. She loved that she could be with him and he touched her or kissed her whenever or however he wanted. He made her feel wanted when she never had been.
He nodded. “Need saving, princess, and it seems only you can manage it.” He took her hand again and this time, beneath the table, pressed it over his cock. “See what you do to me? That’s fuckin’ real, baby. That’s what you do. Need that. Need to know you can put that there for me.”
She rubbed, wishing she could crawl under the table and have him for dinner. She looked up at him so he could see that need and hunger in her eyes. “I have news for you, honey,” she said, reluctant to be honest. “Just about any woman can do that for you. You’re amazing.”
Storm groaned. Alena rolled her eyes. Maestro shook his head. “Now he’s never going to shut up about how fuckin’ amazin’ he is.”
Ice brought her knuckles to his mouth. “She’s amazing.”
“Putting up with you, I have to admit, she is,” Alena said. “How did you meet Lana?”
Soleil’s heart dropped. She picked up her fork and pretended to find the taco salad interesting. “I came to Vegas with a man who was really nasty. He wanted to get married, I said no, and he got very angry and shook me, left a few bruises. Lana was in the restroom when I came in, and she warned me to be careful when I made it clear I wasn’t going to marry him.”
She touched the bruise on her face. “I have them a few other places as well. He got really angry when I made myself clear. I took off and remembered she put her number in my phone just in case.” She glanced at Ice a little warily.
He immediately leaned into her and brushed a kiss over the bruise. “Thank fuck he was a bastard and I got you. Soleil doesn’t need any more questions right now. We don’t like them, she doesn’t need them.”
She sent him a grateful smile. She wanted to fit in. She wanted Alena and the others to like her, but she didn’t know what she was doing just yet and she had quite a few things she had to figure out before she went much further.
“Sorry, hon, Ice is right. However you came to us doesn’t matter, only that you did. It was a great wedding and we have some amazing pictures. The photographer was awesome. We sent him home when the party was in full swing, but we all took pictures just for you and Ice.”
Soleil thanked her. Thanked all of them. “You all were so sweet to pull off a wedding in a couple of hours.” She was a little afraid to see the pictures. She knew exactly what had gone on once the photographer had left.
“Your dress was amazing,” Alena said. “I can’t believe my brother has such good taste. And I loved your shoes.”
Soleil loved those shoes too. They were very sexy and went with the dress perfectly. Ice had carefully wrapped the dress and shoes and they were stowed away with her extra pair of jeans in a bag on his motorcycle. Just the fact that he was so thoughtful had her wanting to cry. No one in her life had ever taken that kind of care of her.
“She looks fabulous in heels,” Ice said, his fingers once more massaging her neck. He took her free hand and put it in his lap, over that thick bulge that made her want to lick him from head to toe.
She matched the rhythm of his fingers on her neck, slowly massaging the bulge from tip to balls. He was so hard. So perfect. By the time they were ready to ride again, she was fairly certain it was entirely possible to fall in love with a cock. She loved the shape and hardness of him. The promise of what he could bring her—of what she knew she could bring him. His taste. She had that taste in her mouth and wanted more on her tongue and down her throat. It was absolutely possible to fall in love with that portion of his anatomy.
TEN
Soleil stared at the house in sheer shock. It was the last thing she’d expected. The front of the house, facing the ocean, was all glass, from floor to ceiling. A massive covered deck wrapped from one side, around the back all the way to the other side of the house, leaving just a porch and entryway in the front. It was elegant and beautiful and impressive all at once.
Her legs were still shaky from the long ride and she was very tired, but looking in through the glass, she could see a fire going in the fireplace, and that was something she’d always dreamt of when she’d fantasized about having a home. Just looking at it made her forget how exhausted she was.
“Ice,” she whispered. “Is this really yours?”
He slung his arm around her neck. “Ours,” he corrected. “Czar insisted we all have homes of our own. Wanted us to put roots down here and become part of the community.” He shrugged. “I liked this house because of all the glass. It still gives you a sense of freedom, not confinement.”
Soleil looked up at him. That was a strange reason for buying a house, needing glass so one could feel free versus confined. She leaned into him. He was a strong man and gave her a sense of safety. It occurred to her that he felt safer out in the open rather than behind walls. That was an odd concept to understand. It only brought home to her much more that she knew very little about the man she had married.
Ice leaned down and brushed a kiss over her lips. “Don’t look so scared. You’re safe with me, Soleil. I swear to you, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I intend to make you the happiest woman in the world.” He gestured toward the steps leading to an ornate glass door.
The heavy door had a replica of their jackets’ Torpedo Ink logo, only this was in stained glass and very large, taking up a great deal of the door. The tree, the skulls in the roots, the ravens in the branches as well as a few flying away, were very distinct and detailed.