Vendetta Road

by Christine Feehan

  The tension coiled tighter and tighter until her breath was coming out in ragged pants and her legs were shaking almost uncontrollably. She felt the wave gathering so fast and so strong, she pushed her hand over her mouth hard to hold in the cries that threatened to give them away. Tears burned behind her eyes. It was so good. That good. She’d never experienced anything like it, and she knew she never would again.

  The tsunami hit in waves, powerful ones that swept her away from her life of endless loneliness, of always wondering what was wrong with her. Away from Kevin’s murder and the fact that a circle of strangers had targeted her for death because of her money. The feeling was almost euphoric, so beautiful she couldn’t believe it. She’d never had this. Never had anyone who cared enough to bother to make certain she felt this.

  She jammed her fist into her mouth to keep from making any noise. He looked up at her and immediately stood up, a worried look on his face.

  “Princess.” Ice gathered her into his arms, holding her against his chest, muffling the sobs. “That’s not the reaction I was hoping for.” His voice was gentle, almost tender, bringing on more tears. No one ever talked to her in a voice like that. No one held her like he did.

  He had three teardrops tattooed on his face, dripping down from his eye, while she had unbelievable waterworks going. Just that velvet-soft voice, moving over her skin, made her feel more exposed and vulnerable than ever.

  “Baby, look at me.”

  She shook her head, trying to stop crying, but the more he was sweet, the harder the tears fell. Could she be any more pathetic? What was wrong with her? She was having a complete breakdown in front of a man she didn’t even know just because he was kind to her. She’d been more intimate with him than she’d been with anyone in her life. What was she going to tell him? Sex, without his cock, had been better than anything she’d ever experienced with one? He’d been sweeter, kinder, more wonderful than any other human being had been to her in years? Even Kevin? Her beloved lawyer?

  She tried to get air in order to stop crying. She wouldn’t blame him if he just left her right there in the middle of the store and disappeared.

  Ice caught her chin and forced her face up so that she had no choice but to look into his eyes. “Soleil. Stop. Right now. You’re safe. Everything is fine.”

  She shook her head. “I have to go.” Suddenly she was desperate to leave. It was the only sane thing to do. She had to save him, because right there, right then, she knew if she stayed with him much longer, she would commit the worst sin possible and she’d do everything she could to seduce him into keeping her.

  His smile was slow. Beautiful. Breathtaking. “You run when things overwhelm you, don’t you? That isn’t happening tonight. You’re going to see this through with me. You’re having a little panic attack, but I’m right here. We’re going to walk right over there to that table where the jeans you’ll need tomorrow are, and we’re going to grab a couple of pairs that are your size. Then we’ll find a few T-shirts. After that, we’re getting you a killer dress.”

  She found herself drowning in his eyes. His smile. He was so completely confident, and he was sticking with her when she was an emotional mess. It was going to hurt like hell in the morning when he was gone, but she just needed to hold on to the promise of tonight. Instead of falling apart because she didn’t have anyone, she had to let herself enjoy the moment. Ice was too good to be true, but she was going to see this night through with him—have her fairy tale, even if she couldn’t seem to clear her brain. Give him his because he deserved it.

  “Princess, I need you to say you’re with me all the way on this.”

  She was in love with his voice. With him. With everything about him. Maybe he was a fantasy, and in her very emotional state, she had made him her prince, but he was asking her to stick with him for the night, and she was going to give this to herself as a gift. She’d face the mess she’d made with Winston tomorrow, but tonight, she had Ice.

  “I’m in it all the way with you.” The declaration slipped out, and she meant it.

  His smile was worth everything. “That’s my girl.”

  She wanted to be his girl. She even needed to be. She knew he was saving her, because, God help her, she’d run out of strength on her own.

  He took her hand and led her to the small table. The jeans were a designer brand she actually wore so she knew the size that fit her like a glove. She chose a pair and Ice added a second one. She had to bite her lip to keep from pointing out how expensive they were. He flashed his heart-stopping grin, almost as if he knew what she was thinking, and then he led her over to the tank tops that were sheer luxury. So soft. Lightweight. Perfect. She let him choose the ones he liked.

  Ice caught her hand and tugged her under his shoulder again. He evidently liked her close, and she didn’t mind in the least. They made their way back to Alena and Diana.

  Ice handed the owner the jeans and tanks. “Where are your couture gowns? Alena told you what I wanted? Soleil needs something particularly spectacular for tonight.”

  “I do?” Couture dresses? Was he out of his mind? How did he even know what that was? Gowns like that were thousands of dollars.

  He kissed her hand. “Yeah, you do. And I want pictures. Lots of them.”

  Alena blew him a kiss. “We’ve already got that covered.” She glanced at her watch. “You’ve got about an hour. A little less.”

  “I’ll show you the dresses,” the owner said, looking Ice up and down with interest blazing in her eyes.

  Ice moved away from her. “Just tell us what part of the store they’re in and we’ll find them. That’s half the fun.” Deliberately, he bent his head and brushed a kiss across Soleil’s mouth. “Isn’t it, princess?”

  She nodded, shocked that he didn’t flirt back with the owner. She was tall and beautiful. Very elegant. Ice didn’t so much as glance at her. He was most definitely wholly focused on Soleil. She couldn’t help but feel beautiful and sexy. No one had ever done that for her before. Her money was a draw, but never her as a woman. Ice made her so happy.

  She went with him in the direction the owner had indicated, and when she glanced back, Alena was tugging Diana toward the back room. The dresses were toward the front of the store, framed by the windows but back away across the aisle. There were few lights on and those were dim, as the boutique was officially closed. The lights that were on shone on the couture dresses, and Soleil was shocked at the designers represented.

  “Ice, these dresses cost a fortune.”

  “Baby, didn’t I tell you not to worry about money tonight? We have an agreement. I like a couple of these. That one there. What do you think about it? It looks your size. Alena said if it needed alterations, Diana could do them.” He indicated a dress with white open lace over a silken black slip. It was gorgeous. And pricey.

  She moistened her lips but didn’t speak.

  “Or this one. It would suit you as well. It’s about the same length, formfitting and sexy as hell. This one is my favorite.”

  Like the other dress, this one was white, but one side was completely made up of peekaboo fabric, small diamonds cut out of the material to show skin from shoulder to ankle on one side. The chiffon wrap on the other side covered one breast and wrapped around the waist, colliding with the peekaboo fabric. The slit up the front was wide and bold, with the chiffon dropping to the floor on either side. Concealed beneath the chiffon were panties made of the peekaboo material, so the diamonds showed beneath the dramatic slit when she walked.

  “I could push my fingers right through that fabric and keep you wet for me all night,” he whispered wickedly.

  “Ice, I love it, but it’s too—”

  “That’s it, woman. I told you not to bring up money again.” His hands dropped to his jeans and he opened them, sliding them off his hips easily so that his cock sprang free.

  They were in fr
ont of a long storefront window, one that showcased the couture gowns. The light was dim in the store, but the streetlight seemed to shine right on him. She gasped, staring at his cock. He was gorgeous. That particular part of him went with his amazing good looks. It was hard and thick, standing straight up, and he looked so casual and at ease standing there, waiting. He was . . . beautiful.

  She just stared until he caught her by the shoulders and pushed her to the floor, right there, in front of the couture gowns. “Use your mouth for something better than arguing with me, woman.”

  Soleil was shocked at the way her body went hot and slick at the idea of getting him off there in the store with the owner just a small distance away. He was larger than she’d expected, but she wanted him in her mouth. She wanted the taste of him on her tongue.

  She rubbed her hand up his thigh. “I’ve wanted this ever since I first laid eyes on you.” Which was pretty much the truth. This was her chance to give him something back for all the wonderful things he’d given her.

  He widened his stance and bunched her hair in his fist. “We don’t have all night, baby, so get to work. If you don’t want me to blow my load all over these dresses, you’d better swallow me down fast. The sight of you on your knees is fuckin’ sexy.”

  He made her feel sexy. He made her feel beautiful and—his. She couldn’t help but be turned on by the way he just touched her whenever he wanted to, almost as if he had to. She loved the demand in his voice and the way, when she looked up at him, his eyes were so blue, so amazing, and so filled with lust.

  “You’re incredibly beautiful, you know that?” She couldn’t help the awe in her voice.

  She cupped his balls in her palms and rolled them, hungrily watching his cock as it jerked in appreciation. She licked up and over his balls, loving the velvety feel of them. He was hot and definitely needed her attention. He was leaking pearly drops and she couldn’t resist licking them off and then sliding her mouth over the broad crown. He tasted good. Like addictive good.

  “Your cock is amazing,” she whispered.

  “Glad you appreciate it, princess. I’d appreciate you using your mouth to get me off. I’m about to embarrass myself.”

  She slid her mouth over him again, feeling him stretch her lips, his weight on her tongue. His cock was scorching hot, and unexpectedly heavy. She used her tongue to map him out, so she’d always remember him. That was important to her. She traced the heavy vein and flicked under the broad head, while she tried to take him deeper. That didn’t work out, so she jacked him with her mouth, sliding him in and out while her tongue lashed and danced. She had to get him wetter, and her lips needed to stretch wider. She wanted time with him. Days and nights until she could take all of him. The wetter she got him and her lips, the more of him she could take.

  “You love that, don’t you, baby?” His hands fisted in her hair. “I can tell.”

  Her eyes met his, but she didn’t stop. She did love it because it was him and he’d been so generous, getting her off twice, teaching her that she could actually have a real orgasm. Treating her as if she was someone special. Yeah, she loved having his cock in her mouth. He smelled good. He tasted good, and his cock was amazing.

  He began to move, thrusting gently, filling her mouth, pushing her limit just a little. She worked for him. Determined. She found it sexy as hell to have him looking down at her with those crystal blue eyes, eyes that seemed cold but now had blue flames burning so hot she thought she might actually explode. Was it possible to have an orgasm while giving a man a blow job?

  “What’s going on back here?” the owner’s strident voice demanded.

  Soleil made a move to pull back, but Ice held her head firm, thrusting faster now. “No, baby, get me the fuck off, I’m so close.” He practically groaned the words.

  Her gaze shifted just for a moment. She could hear heels clicking toward them. Outside a man passing by paused and tried to peer in. She was aware of both. Her body clenched hard in reaction. Grew hotter. Her breasts ached. She really was close to orgasm again.

  “Don’t you fuckin’ stop. Your mouth is making this fuckin’ for real.”

  She didn’t know what that meant, but Ice’s voice was hoarse. Raw. His grip in her hair made her scalp ache and her sex pulse. His cock seemed to swell and grow hotter. His thrusts went deeper, almost to the point that she gagged, but not quite. She didn’t stop because Ice mattered. Not some woman who had already judged her and she’d never see again. Not someone outside a window who couldn’t see her face. They didn’t matter to her. Only Ice. He mattered. His pleasure. Making him feel as good as she could. She wanted this for him. She would give this to him anywhere. If he needed, if he wanted, she would provide it for him, and she could tell, right then, it was a need.

  She hollowed her cheeks. Sucked harder. Took him deeper. Out of the shadows two men materialized, both wearing Torpedo Ink jackets, moving between them and the owner, murmuring to her, taking her arm and leading her away. She wouldn’t have cared if the woman saw her with Ice’s cock in her mouth, practically down her throat. The woman wanted him. Soleil had him.

  Her tongue lashed the crown of his cock, danced and flicked just under it, curled around his shaft as he thrust deep, cutting off her air. She didn’t care about breathing either. Everything was for him. She felt his cock expand, pushing at the soft tissues of her mouth, and then he was pulsing, jerking, and she was swallowing, nearly choking as he poured down her throat.

  Ice pulled back slightly, just enough for her to breathe. His hands loosened in her hair, so his palm could stroke caresses over it. “Fuckin’ hell, princess. I’ve had a million blow jobs in my time, sometimes with more than one woman trying to bring me off. You did it in minutes. All by yourself. Without help from me. That’s never happened. Not one single time.”

  He sounded shocked. Awed. He didn’t remove his semi-hard cock. “Clean the monster, baby, so I’m not a mess. Unlike you, I don’t have a change of clothes.”

  She was more than happy to. She felt the burn of tears behind her eyes, and she hoped she’d given him something to remember her by. She loved what she’d done. She loved having him in her mouth, giving to him what he’d done so generously for her. It was just one more thing to put down in her fantasy fairy tale.

  SEVEN

  Riding on the back of a Harley in a couture gown wasn’t the easiest, although the two long sides of the skirt had been brought up to Soleil’s waist and tied there. She sat on the seat in the bodice made of peekaboo chiffon and nothing else, yet she looked as elegant as hell. Her tits were tight against his back, and her bare mound, covered by that peekaboo material, just as tight against his buttocks. The machine roared with life, another sexy monster Ice used to shamelessly entice her into his world.

  Ice had pulled her arms around him once Alena and Maestro had helped her onto the bike in her sexy heels. Now he had her so close to their goal. The chapel was just ahead. Everything was arranged. Alena had done exactly what he’d asked and had given his woman another drink while she’d helped her dress and done her hair.

  Soleil hadn’t asked questions, but she had drunk the whiskey Alena had supplied. Ice wasn’t about to lose her, not after what had happened. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Soleil he’d been blown by countless women, sometimes two and three at a time. He’d still had to command his fuckin’ cock to work if he wanted release. They had done their best, trying to suck him dry, yet he’d never once had a natural release, not until her sweet, talented mouth had closed around him. It had been all he could do to stay in control and not shove his cock down her throat. She’d been that good.

  Nothing had ever felt like it had right there in that shop with Soleil on her knees looking up at him. Paradise. Another fucking dimension. There was no forcing of his body, no controlling, no commanding his own release. She was his, made for him. How it happened, he didn’t have the first idea, but his body w
anted hers. Reacted to hers. He had always appreciated the female form, but his body had been taught from childhood never to react on its own. He hadn’t been able to overcome that training. Nothing—and no one—had ever ruined his control until Soleil.

  She had enjoyed blowing him. It was more than that. She’d wanted to do that for him. She hadn’t been thinking about herself at all. That had been all about him. He could tell. He’d had a hell of a lot of blow jobs, and no woman had ever looked at him the way she did. For whatever reason, she looked at him and saw something in him no one else did—but he needed it.

  He made the run to the chapel with his brothers surrounding him, taking his back, making certain to show Soleil what family was all about. She needed them every bit as much as she needed him. That was one thing he could provide for her, and as far as he was concerned, Torpedo Ink was the only family they would ever need.

  Ice had known, when she’d made that decision to stay on her knees, his cock in her mouth, in front of a window with a judgmental woman coming straight at them, that he would never let her go. He’d seen indecision on her face, but when he’d told her she couldn’t stop, desperation—he was certain—in his voice, he’d been too close, she cared more about him and taking him to oblivion than about getting caught by the owner.

  She’d chosen him over bullshit moral rules. He’d never thought he’d find a woman who could put up with his needs, and on top of that, get him off without his commanding his cock to cooperate, but she fit every requirement. He wasn’t fool enough to throw a miracle away.

  She’d let Alena help her dress, but she’d gone very quiet. She hadn’t asked questions, nor had she said anything. That alarmed him a little, and Alena had frowned a lot when she’d reported it to him, but she’d said she’d kept very close to Soleil. She hadn’t said she wanted out, which, had she, at any time, they would have had to let her go. She wasn’t so drunk that she didn’t know what a wedding gown was. She had gotten into the gown, the heels, and let Alena do her hair without a word. She’d drunk the small shot of whiskey and climbed onto the back of his bike and held on tight.