ICE: Knights of Silence MC

by Amy Cecil

  “So, this is your armor, because you are a Knight?”

  “Yep.”

  “And the ink on your back?”

  “Club name and rocker. All the brothers have one.”

  “Oh.” Her hands moved back to my chest as she ran her fingers lightly over my skin. She leaned over, her nipples hard against my skin and so ready for my attention. I reached up to touch them and again, she shooed my hand away. So, she wants to be in control. I can play … if that’s what she wants.

  Her lips press against my neck and trail slowly down my chest until she reaches my nipple. She nipped at it, then grazed me with her teeth. The sensation was amazing and my cock grew harder. She sucked the taut skin into her mouth and I swear I was about to lose control. I’d never had a woman take control over me like this before, and I was finding that I liked it. Her lips moved down my torso until she reached my happy trail. My skin was on fire and I wanted more than anything to be balls deep inside her. She licked along my pelvic bone, purposely avoiding my cock. I couldn’t take anymore. “Emma sweetheart, you keep this up and I swear I’m gonna spank your ass.”

  “Really?” she said excitedly. What. The. Hell. What has happened to my sweet innocent Emma, and where did this fiery sex kitten come from? Holy shit! Just as I was about to reach for her and take matters into my own hands, her mouth descended on my cock. Holy fucking shit. Her luscious mouth was wet, warm, and all over me. It was pure pleasure, and I found myself moving into her mouth. Instead of backing away, she came at me harder, hungrily. Her hand moved up my leg and rested on my balls. She massaged my balls while sucking me from base to tip. There was no turning back, and she continued to work me over. I could feel my cock growing hard, and before I knew it I came harder than I have ever cum before. And to my surprise, she took in every ounce of my juices. Fucking A, that was the best damn blowjob I had ever had.

  She crawls up my body and kisses me. I can taste my cum in her mouth, and it is more than erotic. After the kiss, she looks at me and says, “You said that I am your property, right? That I belong to you?”

  “Damn straight, sweetheart, you are my woman!”

  “Well, Caden, my love, now I am telling you, you are mine. My property, my man! There is no turning back now, and I will not share you. Got it?”

  “Yes ma’am!” I replied. It was the first time since I was sixteen that I felt totally complete. Now it was my turn.

  I reached up and grabbed her head and claimed her mouth, kissing her deep. My hands reached down and grabbed her ass, and I flipped her so that she was on her back. I give her no time to move as my body blanketed her. My cock was hard and throbbing again, and I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her. My cock teased her pussy lips, and finally I was deep inside her. The warmth, the heat, was the most intoxicating feeling I know. I continued to grind into her, her hips meeting my own. Our bodies were slick with sweat as we continued our erotic rhythm. I felt her pussy clench around me and I knew she was close. She called my name as she was about to cum. The combination of our lovemaking and the sound of my name coming from her passion caused me to orgasm with her.

  “Holy shit Emma, you are fucking amazing!” I rolled off of her and pulled her in against me.

  She snuggled closer to me and said teasingly, “You’re not so bad yourself, Prez!”

  I laughed and held her close. Quickly my exhaustion caught up with me and I was asleep.

  Chapter 18

  Caden

  We still hadn’t heard from Skeeter. I was beginning to worry, and the boys were getting antsy. Finally, five days after the drive-by, I received a text from Skeeter: “Meet me at Betty’s, 30 minutes.” I rounded up Rebel and Ryder and we headed to Betty’s Dinor. When we got there, Skeeter was already there, waiting.

  We headed over to his table and sat down. “Whatcha got?”

  “Ice, it was awesome. At first I was scared, I didn’t know any of them. But I got in the bar and I found a guy named Skid – he had a VP patch. I walked up to him and told him that I had overheard some guys in leather vests outside talking about raiding the bar. They bought it, hook, line, and sinker. Skid went over to another guy, Gypsy – he’s their president, you know – and they rounded up about ten more guys and headed outside. That’s when I texted Rebel.”

  “So what happened after the setup?”

  Skeeter continued, “Well, I thought it would be too obvious if I went outside with them, so I stayed put, pulled up a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. About fifteen minutes later, they all came back in. Skid and Gypsy walked over to me and sat down on the bar stools on either side of me.” He paused for a few seconds and continued. “They thanked me for the intel and then we just hung out. They asked a lot of personal questions. I gave them as many honest answers as I could without giving my cover away, or my association with the Knights. I figured that if they checked me out, it needed to be accurate or we would be back to square one.” Smart guy. I knew we picked the right guy to do this job.

  I was getting frustrated. I knew he needed to tell us everything, but I wanted him to get to the info he’d found out. But, I tried to remain patient and listen.

  Rebel, however was not as patient as me. He asked, “So why did it take you five days to make contact?”

  Skeeter looked as if he had been waiting for us to ask that. What the hell? “Well, that’s the good part. Before the night was over they invited me back to their clubhouse for a party. Those boys can party, let me tell you. Before I left their clubhouse, I was invited to another party on Saturday. So I went. I ended up spending Saturday night in one of their rooms. I haven’t been back since, but I figured it would be best to lay low for a few days instead of running immediately to you.”

  I was a little suspicious as to why Skeeter couldn’t have at least called us, but I decided not to mention anything now. If he were hiding anything from us, the truth would come out eventually. It always does. For now, my priority was to find out what he knew. We still may need him down the road. Besides, he did do a good job and got himself in with the Satans. Perhaps he thought that any contact could jeopardize the relationship that he’d started with them. “So, did you find out anything we can use? Did you see Grayson? Brianne?”

  “I’m getting there, be patient. Yeah, Grayson was at the clubhouse Friday night, but I didn’t speak to him. He was drinking heavily and complaining about some chick. I think her name was Emma. I did hear him say to Gypsy that he wanted him to ‘get her’, but I didn’t get all the details.”

  That fucking son of a bitch! He’s put a mark on my girl! “What else?” My patience was wearing thin.

  “So, that was all I got on Friday, but Saturday was a different story. I got to the clubhouse around 9:30 and the party was already hopping. Skid came down the stairs with a woman. From the picture you gave me, I think it was Brianne … but she was so drugged out, it was hard to tell. She had a black eye and her left cheek was all swollen. She could barely stand, unless she was leaning on Skid. Grayson showed up around 11. Again, he started drinking. Lucky for me, he sat right next to me at the bar. He kept referring to this Emma chick and calling her a fucking bitch. He was pissed about something, and he kept saying that if things went his way, he wouldn’t have all these problems. Gypsy came over and sat next to him. Grayson had had so much to drink that discretion was not on the top of his list. He asked Gypsy how Skid was doing working Brianne over. Gypsy responded that it was going good and that she wouldn’t talk anymore, that she had learned her place. Grayson was pleased, but then said something to the effect that Emma had left him and that what they did to Brianne didn’t matter anymore. He told Gypsy that they could let her go. Gypsy said at this point Brianne knew too much about the club and that they were not going to let her go. Now, Grayson was more interested in getting revenge on Emma and again asked Gypsy to bring her in – whatever that meant. Gypsy refused. Then Grayson mentioned you. He was rambling; he said that you took everything from him including
Emma. He said that you and Emma go way back. Said she fucking talked about you all the time. He wanted Gypsy to kill you and take down the Knights. Gypsy refused again. Said that although there was an ongoing feud between the clubs, and their plan was to eventually take over the Knights’ territories, they were not ready for an all-out war. And, taking down a club president would cause just that. Grayson got angry and started yelling at Gypsy, saying ‘you son of a bitch, you owe me. I’ve saved your ass on numerous occasions.’ Gypsy remained calm and motioned to one of the other members, a big guy; I didn’t know his name. He came over, and Gypsy told him to dispose of the trash. Grayson got angry and left on his own.”

  My senses were now on high alert. I swear that I could actually feel the blood running through my veins. I had the feeling that he was holding something back, so I had to ask, “Anything else?”

  Skeeter hesitated and looked at me worried. What the fuck? “Skeeter, spit it out. I know there is more. I need to know everything.”

  He nodded, then paused for a moment. “You’re right, there is one more thing.”

  “What?”

  “I have reason to believe that Grayson is going to take matters into his own hands. After Gypsy refused him, like I said, Grayson was pissed. As he got up from the barstool, he mumbled under his breath something to the effect that if the Satans weren’t gonna help him, he would take down you and your whole fucking club by himself. I heard that part clear as day.”

  Holy fucking shit. I was right, there is more to this – and I’d done the right thing in keeping Emma here. But now, with this info, we are all in danger. I need to get Emma out of town. If Grayson plans to attack my club, Emma can’t be at the clubhouse. My boys can handle a situation like this, but Emma can’t. I don’t know what this asshole has against my club, but I have to make sure everyone stays safe. We need to get back to the clubhouse. “Skeeter, you did great. Thanks for the intel. We’ve got to get back. Keep the friendship with the Satans going.”

  Confused, Skeeter asked, “You still want me to hang with them?”

  “Yeah, I do. We need to keep someone on the inside for now. You cool with that?”

  “Sure Ice, whatever you need,” Skeeter agreed.

  As we started to head out of the diner, I turned back to Skeeter, “Just don’t wait days to make contact. The more intel we get, the better. You got me?”

  Skeeter nodded. “Sure do, Ice. You can count on me.”

  Chapter 19

  Emma

  Over the last week, I’ve spent most of my time with Honey, and we are actually becoming friends. Cade has been so busy and standoffish. I know he is worried, but for what, I have no idea. It had been several days since Friday night, the night that Cade explained to me that old ladies are not privy to club business and if there was something I needed to know, he would tell me. His message was clear: Don’t ask. But I know his worrying has something to do with Brianne and Mark.

  Honey and I were talking over coffee when we heard a lot of commotion in the common area of the clubhouse: doors banging and lots of yelling. When we stepped into the doorway from the kitchen, we could see that Cade, Rebel, and Ryder had returned, and not one of them was looking very happy. They walked in and headed straight for Cade’s office. He was barking orders as he came through the clubhouse, and the last thing I heard was, “Church! Now!” I looked over at Honey, who looked worried. Something bad must have happened.

  “What do you think is going on?” I asked.

  Honey shook her head and said, “My guess is that their meeting with Skeeter didn’t go very well. Ice does not hide his emotions very well when he is pissed off.” She knows him so well. And how did she know they were meeting with Skeeter? I thought women were on a need-to-know basis? I still found that I got jealous of her; she knew him so much better than I did. She knew how to be his old lady and exactly what he expects of her. He is just so different than when we were kids, but on rare occasions, when we were alone, I saw the boy I knew coming out.

  “What do you think happened?” I was beginning to worry. Maybe they found out something about Brianne?

  Honey turned to go back in the kitchen and I followed. She stopped by the sink and said, “Hell if I know, Emma. These boys try to do good, but they always seem to get themselves caught up in some shit. It could be anything.”

  “Maybe we should go find out?” I asked.

  “No!” Honey yelled. “Women aren’t allowed. We do not participate in their meetings and we definitely are not privy to what they do, even old ladies. The quicker you learn and accept that, the easier things will be for you.”

  Well, crap. That was the same speech I got from Cade the other night. I had never been one to just sit idly by and wait to be told anything. It was driving me crazy. But, I knew if I wanted this life with Cade, I needed to abide by the club rules. Perhaps when I get Cade alone, he may choose to tell me what’s happened. He did say that I could ask him stuff in private. Damn, the waiting sucks!

  Honey and I finished up in the kitchen and headed out into the common area. She was cleaning up the bar from last night and I offered to help. I was just so bored with sitting around. Yeah, sure, I was able to get some work done, but staying here day in and day out was getting on my nerves. Just as we finished getting the bar cleaned up, the guys emerged from their meeting. They all headed to the bar. When Honey saw them, she proceeded to get several shots and a couple of beers. Hell, she even knew what these guys drank. When the boys got to the bar, they downed their drinks.

  Cade leaned over the bar, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear, “We need to talk.”

  “Ok,” I replied sheepishly. I was nervous. Something bad must have happened, I just knew it. I wondered how much he would tell me. I came out from behind the bar. Caden turned and walked toward his office and I followed. I felt like I was heading to the principal’s office.

  When we got to his office, he closed the door behind me and said, “Sit down.” I sat down. What else could I do?

  I remained quiet while he paced the room. Then he began to speak. “Emma, we’ve heard some information today that I don’t think you are going to like.”

  “Caden, I’m a grown woman. Just tell me.”

  He continued, “We’ve found Brianne. She is being held in the Satans’ clubhouse.”

  “Is she ok?”

  “We don’t know. Has she ever done drugs?”

  What the hell? I don’t ever remember Brianne doing drugs. “No! Absolutely not.”

  “That’s what I figured. It appears that the Satans are drugging her to keep her quiet about something. From what we can figure out, they are using the drugs to keep her just enough out of it to not care about keeping in touch with family or friends.”

  “Oh my God, this can’t be true!” I said, devastated. “Why are they doing this to her?”

  Caden sighed and hesitated for a moment. “Well, it seems to lead back to you and Grayson. We know for sure that Grayson initiated the Satans’ involvement with Brianne. Based on what you told me about Grayson, my guess is that he wanted to keep her from telling you the truth about him.”

  “Oh Caden, I was so wrong about him.” I felt like crawling into a hole. This was happening to Brianne because of me. “So what do we do now?”

  He shrugged and turned away from me. Something else was wrong. He took a few steps and then turned back toward me. “Emma, there’s more.” Afraid of what he was going to say next, I waited in silence. “From what we have been told, she has been badly beaten. She has a black eye and a swollen cheek. I don’t know who did it, but from the intel that we have received, I am guessing it was Skid. We all know that the Satans in general treat their women like shit, but they are saints compared to Skid. He is the worst of them all.”

  I was horrified. I began to cry uncontrollably. How could things get this bad? Caden came over to me and pulled me into his arms. He held me for the longest time. I just couldn’t believe this was ha
ppening. Then, after several minutes, I said, “Caden, you have to get her out of there. Please.” I pleaded, “Promise me you will get her out.”

  “I’ll do everything in my power to get her out, I promise. But, Emma, there is more.”

  What now? I don’t think I can take any more.

  “Grayson has asked the Satans to take you in.”

  Sniffling, I asked, “What does that mean?”

  “Basically, he wants them to take you like they did Brianne. I don’t know what his plans are, but you are not safe. I thought by keeping you at the clubhouse, I could keep you safe. But, with the information that I learned today, I realize I was being foolish and I can’t. I need to get you away from here and out of Edinboro. Grayson knows you are with us, and he has not only targeted you, but my club as well. I’m taking you away. We have several safe houses across the country. We are leaving first thing in the morning.”

  “But Cade, I can’t ….”

  He interrupted me and said, “Do not question me on this! It is not open for discussion. Be sure to have you bags packed first thing in the morning.” He moved to the door and opened it, which I interpreted as my cue to leave.

  Chapter 20

  Caden

  I hated being so harsh with Emma, but she needed to understand the severity of this. She also needed to understand that I would do everything in my power to keep her safe. I’ve waited too long to get her back in my life, I won’t lose her now.

  After Emma left, I called Hawk. I didn’t know if he was still at the clubhouse and it was just easier to call his cell. It turns out he was already heading to my office – as he answered his phone, he also opened my office door. “Hey Ice, what’s up?” he said as he entered my office.