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“Fuck, don’t beg, Luscious. I’m fighting as hard as I can to stop,” he breathed as his hands gripped her hips and dug in for a better hold. “Why can’t I be around you and not want to bend you over or drop to my knees and taste every inch of you? I thought having you would sate me. Instead you’ve become a drug to me.”
“Trailer,” she squeaked, unsure how they’d gone from catching kids to making them in point-five seconds.
“Right,” he growled, nostrils flaring as if he were in physical pain having to adjust from where he was and his hands were scalded as they left her hips. “Later, if I live, this is going to continue, you hear me?”
“If you live?” she questioned, and now it was her time to hold tight, to grab at him, take his face in her hands to make him look her in the eye and tell her if he was going to die. “I’m not nuts, am I? You think it’s a trap?”
“Oh hell yeah,” he said. “The biggest discussion going on is do we or don’t we involve the cops. I mean, Mrs. Parker’s an uppity bitch, but she means well.”
“What if I’m wrong?”
“Better to be prepared than not,” he said. “I carry a tool kit on my saddlebag even though the only thing that hums sweeter than my ride is your pussy when you come. Fuck, woman.”
He was a panther striking his prey as she was shoved back to the door and he once again claimed her.
“Ice.” Heat scorched her face. Dirty talk was new to her, and she wanted to clutch her imaginary pearls like that night when she watched beyond the curtain. Everything she’d been raised to believe was wrong felt so damn good it made it hard to see the sin in it all as she protested as quickly as she could between kisses. “I’m supposed to be there—the kids are supposed to be there.”
“Shadow said you acted like it was a trap.”
“But what if it’s not?” she questioned, pushing back on him to make the animalistic side of him calm even as his eyes burned with the desire to consume her fully. “What if I’m crazy and she really wants to look at the trailer? Ice, they could take them from you if she determines you’re hiding things from her.”
“I can’t take a chance of you being hurt,” he said, stroking his thumb along her cheekbone. “Sucks for you, but I actually care if you live and breathe. So, no, you can’t come with, Luscious, even if I’d love taking you to the back rooms the moment the danger passes.”
“Yeah, well, I run into the fire,” she countered, heart thundering as she found a strength she didn’t realize she possessed. “And there’s no way I’m letting you go alone.”
* * *
Ice thought Bree’s curves were dangerous. They were nothing compared to her resolve. The woman flipped him around and pressed him to the same door he hoped to come back and take her against at some point. She was staying firm on the fact she wasn’t going to let him go alone, promising to be prepared this time, and when he tried to smirk and take her lips, she stepped back and held her hand up to stop him.
“This what you want?” she questioned, her hands waving up and down her body. “Because I’m not going for a quick fuck in case you die in war. The next time you touch me, it’s in my bed, in my home, where I’m safe.”
He didn’t want to tell her he saw a tremble in her lower lip, or the fact her eyes were damn near taking off like butterflies with how fast she was blinking. All of it told him she was pushing herself, pushing herself for him, and making him fall for a woman unafraid. There were levels to fear, and while the fearless were touted as strong, they really weren’t. Misty was fearless, willing to do anything without even a dare. True strength came from pushing through your fear to the point others actually believed the lie you told yourself, stepping to the side and letting the base creature howl. Bree was howling with every danger facing her. It would have been easy to retreat, stay with the kids, or, worse, pass them off without a second thought. Instead, she stood toe-to-toe, threatening to take the thing he wanted most, her, if he didn’t comply.
“What about the twins?” he questioned, throwing out his last chance at her staying safe and keeping him from having to worry about her. “What happens to them if we both die?”
“Then don’t let us die,” she countered as if he had any control beyond the next moment.
Ice laughed at the idea of a mortgage. Thirty years? Most days he wondered if he’d make it thirty minutes. Talk about a big gamble. Nothing was guaranteed, and she wanted him to pledge she’d survive? That he could survive a threat as big as Brambilla’s pissed-off princess of a daughter? Jane had little fear and would stand up to any man, woman, or child, but he’d tried to instill a little bit of self-preservation into the pint-sized tornado. Angela, he’d watched from afar. A few years ahead of him, she was in private school, but that didn’t mean everyone within five years of her age didn’t know she existed. They all knew. She was on the short list of dares made among boys in school. And, thanks to Misty, she’d been dishonored.
The ride to the Review was a mix of planning and discussion among the club officers, with Bree sitting shotgun hearing things she shouldn’t. Her long, delicate fingers were knotting tighter in her lap as her eyes were locked closed. He should have left her with the kids. Only now he wondered if he should have brought them with, better in his arms than across town, even with Prospects and Enforcers on the door. Taking a harsh inhale, he made a choice he knew he shouldn’t, but consequences be damned, his children needed an extra layer of protection, and there was only one other person he could think of to do that.
“Nunez,” the detective answered once the phone was connected.
“How’s my favorite law enforcement officer?” Ice joked, and Bree’s eyes shot open.
“Oh thank God,” Bree murmured. “Thank you, Ice. I know you think—”
Holding his hand up, he silenced her.
“Max, want to tell me how you talked to my victim this morning?”
“Lax security. It always amazes me how easily men and women can be swayed by attention,” he replied. “Are we that starving for it?”
“I’ll make sure to review Officer Lipnicki’s dating status next time before he’s tasked with protection duty,” she replied. “Any chance you’re going to tell me what Mr. Welch said to you?”
“You got a Klondike Bar?” Ice wished his jovial manner was actually how he felt. Instead, he was calling the law into a personal matter, which only made his stomach roll. This wasn’t how they did things, but desperate times and all.
“I’ll get you a case.”
