“Ice…” She put her hand over her mouth for a second then took it away. “I don’t want your fingers.”
His hand went to her hair, turning her head so she could see what he was doing to her in the mirror on his dresser.
“Did you fuck those men?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
Ice pushed his body against her, one hand sliding around her hip to reach the front of her pussy. He pulled her clit taut until the little hood came out of hiding. Ice rubbed the little bud until Grace dropped her head onto his bed, screaming into the mattress. He didn’t stop playing with her clit while he fucked her faster with his fingers until he heard her crying, begging him to let her come.
“Did you fuck those men?”
“No! I didn’t even dance with anyone,” she admitted, panting through her arousal.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes! God, yes!” she whimpered.
“Are you my woman?”
This time, it took much longer for her to give in. Ice was beginning to think she wasn’t going to break. It was only when he had rubbed the tip of his condom-covered cock against her, letting the metal balls graze her already over-stimulated clit, that she gave in to his demands.
“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
“That’s my baby,” Ice praised, rewarding her with the hard cock he had denied her.
He turned her head so she could watch him give her every inch she had begged for. As he pushed into her, he held her hips still, making her take his hard thrusts instead of the gentle ones she’d thought she would get. Then he lowered her head to the mattress, spreading her wider so he could reach farther, his cock nudging her cervix. He leaned over her back until his mouth could reach her sweet spot, sucking the flesh between his lips.
Grace grabbed a pillow to scream into.
“Baby, I like to hear you coming.”
“They can hear me in the other room. Rita made fun of it.”
“Did she?”
Grace could only nod, trying to reach for the pillow again, but Ice knocked it off the bed.
“They can’t hear you. Listen.”
The sound of the music from the other room was blaringly loud.
Ice slowed down, letting her desire build one more time before he gave her the release she had been trying to capture. He held her close as she climaxed, easing her down onto the mattress while her body shuddered. Ice gave her his weight, still inside her, linking their hands together above her head.
“Get ready to really scream.”
Ice starting moving again, pumping his cock inside her, not letting her come down from her climax, only extending it until his control shattered.
“Grace,” he groaned.
Ice knew he was a heavy weight on her, but he didn’t want to move, afraid the closeness they had just shared would end, and she would leave him again. Reluctantly, though, he moved to the side, giving her breathing room. Grace rolled over, surprising him by not sliding away. She reached for him, tucking herself against him instead.
Suddenly, she sat up in the bed. “Oh, my God, I’ve left CeCe sitting in the car. She followed me here to give me a ride home.”
She started to get up, but Ice forestalled her. “Stay still. I’ll go tell her I’ll bring you back.”
He waited for her to tell him no. He didn’t want to ruin their reunion by being an ass, but it would be hard to let her walk out his bedroom door.
“Okay.” She lay back down.
Ice grinned, jumping out of bed. He pulled on his jeans, zipping them up without buttoning them, and he didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes. He left the bedroom, anxious to send CeCe on her way and get back to bed with Grace.
He was striding to the back door when he glanced toward the bar, coming to a stop.
CeCe was sitting there between Max and Stump. Changing direction, he went to the bar.
“You can go on home. Grace is staying the night. I’ll bring her back in the morning.” Ice tried to keep the triumph out of his voice, but he must not have succeeded when CeCe gave him a shit-eating grin.
“If you don’t mind, I might stick around. It’ll save you the drive.”
“I’d appreciate it.” Ice smiled yet gave his men a silent warning before leaving.
He closed the bedroom door, climbing back into bed.
“Was she upset about me leaving her waiting?” Grace asked, cuddling back up next to him as soon as he lay down.
“I wouldn’t say that. She was having a drink with Max and Stump.”
As Grace sat up again, trying to get out of bed, Ice snagged her around the waist, stopping her. “You don’t have to protect her. I warned my men—”
“It’s not her I’m trying to protect. It’s Max and Stump.”
Chapter 25
CeCe hummed all the way back to Stephenville while Grace kept giving her curious looks.