Vendetta Road (Torpedo Ink 3) - Page 133

“All right, baby, I’m removing the little button. Are you supersensitive?”

“Yes.” She gave a little shiver as he reached around and tugged it loose. She gasped and clenched her ass cheeks. “Very sensitive.”

“You’ll feel my mouth tonight,” he said. He smacked her ass. “I’m leaving that one in. It acts like a plug.”

“You are not leaving it in.” She sounded shocked.

He grinned at her. Because she was always so willing to give him whatever he wanted, or try anything he suggested, he kept forgetting she didn’t have the experience he did. He kept the sheet over her, reluctant to expose her any further to any other man’s gaze. It was a strange feeling to be protective of her body when he’d never considered that to be an issue with him, but he detested that his need to play the way he liked might have put her in danger.

“Roll over, baby, but stay under the sheet. I’m getting your clothes for you. You can pull your jeans on right there.” He handed her his shirt. She could put on her sexy tank in the morning, but tonight, he was going to make certain he didn’t have to kill someone when he’d been the one to provoke the man in the first place.

He’d never thought much about what kind of feelings exposing the beauty of his woman when she was in the throes of ecstasy would bring out in another man or if that might set up some kind of obsession with her. He might have put her in danger. That didn’t sit well with him either. Ice let his gaze slide toward the other camp. The man was still staring at Soleil. He didn’t seem to notice Ice watching him. Yeah, he should have been more careful.

He certainly had put her right in Fred’s path. He had never considered that another club would sell his woman to killers. She was wild. Sexy. She liked exposing her body. She didn’t mind getting on her knees for him anywhere or letting him fuck her where he wanted. He was going to have to be the one to learn a little control in order to protect her better—and that was laughable.

“I don’t want you going anywhere without an escort. I need to know where you are at all times,” he said uneasily.

She dragged her jeans up her legs and over her hips, lifting to pull them over her bottom. She gave him a small smile. “Honey, you’ve laid down the rules. I’m not going to do anything that would upset you. This isn’t an environment I’m familiar with, so I’ll follow your instructions to the letter.”

She tossed the sheet to one side and stood up, looking toward the grill. “Come help me clean it and get the fire going.”

He was right behind her, matching her pace, his hand cradling her bottom possessively. His thumb slid over the rounded curve, and he couldn’t help but glance over to the other camp. The man was still staring at Soleil, watching her walking over to the grill. Shit. Now what? The grill was close to the edge of the two campsites’ borders. Instead of making her safe, he was putting her in more danger by allowing her to be that close to the neighboring camp.

The club was called Twisted Steel. They tried to come off like badasses, the worst kind of club. The larger legitimately badass clubs looked down on them, so they were always trying to prove themselves. They wore the 1-percenter patch to indicate to the world they were outlaws and followed their own rules. That wasn’t smart of Twisted Steel; if they started something, the other clubs would eat them alive.

Ice cursed under his breath.

Soleil reacted immediately. “What is wrong? You have to tell me. I mean it, Ice. If I was upset about something, you’d insist on me telling you. We’re supposed to be in this together. Did I do something wrong?”

Now she sounded hurt. He slung his arm around her neck and pulled her in close to him. “No, princess, this was all me. I like sex the way we just had it. It makes me as hard as fuck, but I didn’t think about the repercussions. From now on, we’re saving that experience for times I know the others are around us and can control the environment and the aftermath better. I just don’t want anyone fixating on you.”

Her eyes searched his and then she smiled, righting his world. “I think I’m desperately in love with you, Ice. That fall is longer and deeper than I ever imagined.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’ll take it.”

Together they scrubbed the grill. Ice kept his body between Soleil and the other campsite as best he could. He ignored the other camp, although he was always aware of it. Still, she pushed the sights and sounds far away with her soft, intimate laughter and the way her eyes danced when she looked at him or talked to him.

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