“I was hungry for you,” she pouted.
That mouth of hers was making that little moue, the one that gave him all sorts of ideas. He shut it down, looking at the exhaustion on her face. It was just that, this was his absolute nirvana, the place where he could have everything come together in a perfect storm of lust and love. That was what Soleil gave him. Love. That had been the missing ingredient, and shockingly, it worked.
“I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll feed you dessert after dinner, but you need to keep your strength up. I’m planning to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“I can’t walk now.”
He kissed the nape of her neck again. He wasn’t altogether certain he could walk either.
“Besides, I wouldn’t count on dinner too soon, honey.” She didn’t lift her head, but nodded in the direction she was looking. “I think Storm and Transporter are otherwise occupied.”
Ice turned to look. Storm was on the picnic table with a woman he’d never seen before swallowing him down. She looked as if she was very eager. Storm said something to her and moved his hips aggressively, pushing deeper. Transporter was using another woman, or she was using him. Ice couldn’t tell which, but they both looked happy as he fucked her mouth.
Shit. He shouldn’t have looked. He turned his head away to see that the stranger in the other camp was seated on a ground sheet, stroking his partner’s hair. His gaze kept straying to Soleil. Cold fingers crept down Ice’s spine. It was one thing for the stranger to watch Soleil in the throes of something so sexy as an orgasm, but to keep it up, that was just plain stalker mentality.
For the first time, Ice didn’t like someone else looking that closely at a partner of his. He’d never cared before. Not before, not during and certainly not after. Sometimes he had as many as three woman all over him. He always made it clear it was for a night. That was it. Now, he wanted to tell the man to go fuck himself. If he kept it up, he might lose his life. The urge to get rid of him was fast becoming a need.
There was Fred too. Fred had noted her walking into the bar in her sexy wedding gown, seeing the shadow of her nipples, seeing Ice as he caressed her tit and teased her nipple. He’d never once considered that might be endangering her. Not one time. Now, it was twice. Fred had given her up to killers, and who knew what the creep in the next camp might try?
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Beneath him, Soleil turned her body slightly to push up on one hand so she could look more fully at him. The action revealed far more of her breast.
Ice cursed. “Lie down, baby. Just lie there for a minute.” He waited until she obeyed him, and he rolled off her, clenching his teeth against the waves of pleasure engulfing him as his cock slid out of her. Immediately he pulled a sheet over her body, hiding it from the pervert. The moment he had her covered, the urge to kill faded to a persistent nagging thought at the back of his mind.
“Talk to me, Ice,” Soleil said. “What’s wrong? You were feeling great and then you got tense. I could feel your entire body go stiff.”
“Nothing, princess. Sometimes I think shit up just to make myself crazy. It happens.”
“Do you want me to start the grill? I looked at it when we chose this site. It’s quite big enough to cook most of the meat at the same time, and it was surprisingly clean. I can scrub it down fast and get moving on that. Alena might help me.”
He’d forgotten that Pierce was there and might come looking for his sister. He sat up abruptly and looked around. She was nowhere in sight. They stuck together, no one going without a partner anywhere in the camps. They were always careful. They often had a third person shadowing the first two. Just to be safe. They’d learned they were never safe unless they were with one another.
“Come on, honey, please take out the toys you brought so I can get up and cook. In a while everyone’s going to be hungry. Even if Alena isn’t around, I can get started.”
Soleil’s soft voice was a clear breath of fresh air, blowing away the last of his anger. He took a deep breath and let it out. She silenced monsters. She did it with her body. She did it with her voice. Mostly she was able to drive the monsters and the nightmares far away and replace them with happiness because she loved him.
He took another breath and looked around the campsite. Alena was missing, but so were Savage and Maestro. He should have known they were looking out for her. He hadn’t thought about anything but the way Soleil made him feel.