Riot

by Jamie Begley

  Ice watched her reactions silently, daring her to push her own limits and let him have his way with her body.

  “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Grace felt her nipples harden at his order as she linked her hands together behind her back.

  “That’s my baby. Give me your tit.”

  Ice kept pumping his fingers inside her as she leaned forward.

  Grace felt a rush of warmth lubricating his fingers, causing them to slide more easily inside her.

  When she leaned forward, offering him her breast, Ice sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. After he raised his head and her wet nipple popped out of his mouth, he went to her other breast, sucking that nipple until she was squirming on his lap. Ice then leaned his head back, giving each nipple a small nip with his teeth.

  “Lean back.”

  As Grace leaned back as far as she dared, Ice took his fingers away from her pussy and placed his cock at her opening. “Lean forward.”

  Grace leaned forward as his cock slid inside her, feeling the balls glide along her inner walls. The more she leaned forward, the deeper he went.

  Ice’s hands went to her waist. “Do it again.”

  While she leaned back again then moved forward, his hands went to her hips, sliding them behind her to grip her ass. He began rising and lowering her each time until they were banging the chair back against the wall. The dogs outside her room barked at the loud noise.

  Grace brought her feet to the chair cushion so she could slide them down and rest her knees beside his hips. She moved up and down on his cock quicker as her pussy began to spasm, driving her need into a frenzy she didn’t think would ever be satisfied.

  Ice laughed, clutching her ass harder as he stood, carrying her to the bed with his cock still inside her. He let her fall backwards onto the bed.

  Grace reached out in reflex.

  “Keep your hands behind your back.”

  Grace stilled her hands, keeping them locked behind her back as she hit the mattress.

  Ice then grasped her ankles together and placed them over his shoulder. The size of his cock felt excruciatingly large in this position, giving Grace the added stimulation she needed. Her pussy convulsed.

  Ice jerked inside her, and Grace felt his semen hitting her insides. She was on the pill, but Ice didn’t know that.

  “I’ve never rode a woman bareback before. You want babies? I’m going to give you babies. I’m going to give you anything you need to make you happy. Move in with me, Grace. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she repeated the words she had thought would never come out of Ice as he climaxed.

  Afterward, they showered together, playing while searching all the nooks and crannies of each other’s bodies. Ice showed her how to use her mouth to get him hard again, and then Grace was pressed against the shower wall as Ice fucked her from behind. The water turning cold had them toweling off and sliding between the sheets on her bed.

  “One thing is fucking sure, we’re getting a bigger bed,” Ice complained.

  Grace laid her head on his shoulder, rubbing his sleek chest. “Tell me about our house.”

  “I haven’t seen it other than in pictures. It has a large living room with a fireplace and four bedrooms big enough for all the kids you want. There’s a Jacuzzi on the back deck that I can fuck you in…”

  Chapter 30

  Jackson took the last puff of his cigarette before throwing the butt out the window. Reaching into his console, he pulled out a spray bottle of air fresher, spraying himself to remove the odor of his cigarette before he got home. His wife, Isla, would be waiting for him with his dinner cooked, and he didn’t want to make her angry by the smell of stale smoke when he had promised he’d quit.

  He parked his truck beside his wife’s new car. She had said they couldn’t afford a new truck for him, but she had gone out last week and bought herself a new car. She had been buying a lot of new things lately; several new dresses and shoes had appeared in her closet.

  Tonight after dinner, he was determined to sit down at the computer and check their finances. The last couple of nights he had meant to check, she had always managed to distract him. Tonight, he would check their accounts and then fuck her.

  The house was quiet when he entered. He expected to smell whatever she was cooking and see Isla coming out of the kitchen; instead, the only fragrance he smelled was the candle she had lit on the fireplace.

  Going to his belt, he pulled out his Taser gun when he heard a shrill scream come from the bedroom upstairs. He had a gun, but it was in the gun safe in the bedroom. Silently, he went up the steps, careful not to make any noise. At the top, he heard another scream coming from their bedroom. Going down the hall, he opened the door, slowly easing inside.

  His hands gripped the Taser harder as he watched a huge man fuck his screaming wife. There was no doubt she wasn’t being raped with her legs wrapped around his waist as she lifted her pussy for each of his thrusts. She was clutching the headboard as each of his thrusts sent her breasts bouncing on her chest.

  “Harder, Max. Harder,” she groaned.

  Any lingering doubts he could possibly have disappeared as he quietly moved forward, raising the Taser.

  “I wouldn’t do that.”

  Jackson spun around when he heard Ice.

  “Max doesn’t like to be interrupted when he’s fucking; it gets him mad as hell. And you don’t want to get Max mad.” Ice leaned against the doorway.

  He motioned for his men to enter the room.

  Jackal, Fade, Buzzard, and Snake came into the room, circling Jackson.

  “Get out of my house.”

  Ice grinned maliciously. “You mean my house.”

  The bed started moving faster, and the woman’s screams became louder as she came. Max groaned several times as he came, too.

  Jackson’s face contorted in fury when Max climbed off his wife, the sound of his cock leaving his wife’s grasping pussy merely adding insult to injury. She lay on the bed with her thighs still spread wide while Max took off his condom and threw it in the trashcan before he stuffed his cock back into his jeans.

  “I’m going to call the police,” Jackson said, pulling out his phone.

  “And tell them what? That you caught your wife fucking another man?”

  “Trespassing,” Jackson threatened.

  “Max isn’t trespassing. He has my permission to be here. You’re the one trespassing.”

  “This is my house!” Jackson yelled.

  “That’s where you’re wrong. It’s my house.” Ice reached into his vest, pulling out a sheathe of papers then throwing them at Jackson.

  Jackal took the Taser away when Jackson almost dropped it in his attempt to catch the flying papers.

  Ice watched as Jackson opened the papers and read them. It took him only a few minutes.

  “You sold our house for forty-thousand dollars? We owe more than that on the mortgage.”

  “I wanted a new car,” she said, climbing off the bed to get dressed as she watched her husband’s humiliation unfold.

  “I’ll buy it back.”

  “You don’t have enough money to buy a pack of gum. Isla’s been taking care of the brothers. She bought Fade a brand new, shiny motorcycle. Max needed some help paying off a few of his bills. Jackal, he wanted a new pistol. And Snake, hell, he did her for free.” Ice stuck out his new boot. “She even bought me a new pair of boots,” Ice tormented him.

  “You fucked my wife?”

  “Fuck, no. I wouldn’t put my dick where yours has been,” Ice said sarcastically, “but my men did.” Ice reached in his pocket, bringing out some photographs and throwing them at Jackson’s feet. “They’ve fucked her in every room. I heard she likes it up her ass in the Jacuzzi.”

  Jackson didn’t pick up the photos. “I’ll take you to court for this—”

  “No, you won’t. I have proof you’ve been sneaking in drugs and cell phones to the prison. I don’t think you want
to be locked up behind those bars with the same ones you love to use your Taser on.

  “Here’s the deal, you’ve got two hours to get what shit you want and get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops and give them the evidence they need to lock your ass up.”

  Jackson turned to his wife. “Why? Why would you do something so stupid?”

  Isla pursed her lips, going to the nightstand to pick up her phone. Her hand furiously shook as she pulled up a picture then handed him the phone.

  Ice didn’t have to look at it to know what it showed. Rita was sitting on Jackson’s face while she gave him a blowjob.

  “You paid that slut fifty dollars to have sex with you,” Isla spat at him.

  “You use the same service my boss owns. You dumb-fuck, you even used your real name.”

  Ice straightened from the door, walking to stand in front of Jackson. “Count yourself lucky that I just took your woman, money, and home. The other guard won’t be seen or heard from again.” Ice jerked out the Billy club in Jackson’s belt.

  Jackson flinched, expecting Ice to hit him with it; instead, he walked back to the doorway with it still in his hand.

  “Take his phone. I don’t want him making any calls to his brother-in-law for an hour,” Ice ordered, tossing the Billy club to Jackal.

  “I want you to call the clubhouse and tell the women to get out here to clean the house from top to bottom. And don’t forget to tell them to drain and clean the Jacuzzi. He’s got two hours to get out, then I want what he leaves behind taken outside and fire set to it. Invite the brothers over for a party when the women get done.”

  “What about me?” Isla asked.

  Ice told her indifferently, “You can stay with the Predators at the clubhouse, or you can go with that piece of shit.”

  It took her a split second to make her choice. “I’ll stay with the Predators.”

  Ice turned on his heel to leave. “Oh, and Jackal, I almost forgot. See how much of that stick he can take up his ass.”

  * * *

  Slater opened the station door, balancing the bagged lunch and coffee cup he was carrying. He passed the desk, oblivious to the looks he was receiving from his friends, going up the short flight of steps to reach his desk. He had to pass several other detectives’ desks to reach his own toward the back, next to the captain’s office.

  He wasn’t halfway to his desk before he noticed everyone had quit talking and were watching him.

  “What? Have I got toilet paper on my shoe?” he quipped, an uneasy feeling coming over him when no one answered. “What the fuck is wrong with all of you?”

  The captain’s door opened. “Slater, I want to see you.”

  Slater went to the door, coming to a standstill when he saw Ice sitting in a chair with his feet on the captain’s desk. “What’s he doing in here?”

  “He has just given me the name and evidence to convict someone who’s been selling illegal firearms.”

  “Who?” Slater asked.

  “You, you son of a bitch! That’s how you gained the knowledge to set Ice up so he would go to jail, to throw us off the scent that you were selling them.”

  “I didn’t. You can’t have any evidence.”

  “We raided your house while you were at lunch and found them in your fucking basement! How can you be so stupid as to hide them in your own house?”

  “I wouldn’t! I was framed! He framed me!” Slater pointed at Ice.

  “That’s not all the evidence we have. The man you were using as a go-between confessed to receive immunity, and so he doesn’t lose his license. He’s willing to testify that you threatened to kill him if he didn’t set up a sale between you and one of his previous clients.”

  Slater lost control and lunged for Ice, but the two officers grabbed him before he could.

  Ice slid his feet down from the desk, standing.

  “Is that all you need from me, Captain?” Ice asked.

  “That’s it for now, Ice. Thanks for all your help. The D.A. will need you to testify.”

  “I’ll be there.” Ice gave Slater a gloating look as he passed, which caused him to struggle harder against the men trying to handcuff him.

  Ice heard the Taser as he walked away from the office.

  * * *

  “You finished packing?” Ice asked, picking up another box.

  “That’s the last one, I think,” Grace said, blowing her hair away from her face.

  “I’ll pack this out and be right back.”

  “Okay.” She absently looked around her bedroom to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.

  “Damn it to Hell.” Ice’s shout from the living room had her running.

  The contents of the box were on the ground and Daisy was sitting next to it, wagging her tail. The door was standing wide open. Frantically, she started looking for Bear and Waylon. She had chosen to name the puppy Waylon because he would sit outside her bedroom door and wail the nights Ice stayed over

  Just as she panicked, Ice came to the doorway with a furious expression, packing a dachshund under each arm. After he handed her Waylon, Ice closed the door then gently placed Bear on his feet.

  “Check his collar while I pick this up,” Ice said irritably. “I think we should get shock collars so, when they try that shit again, I can zap them.” Ice looked at both dogs vengefully.

  Grace ran her fingers along his collar, making sure it was still buckled as she gently scolded her pet before standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

  “You’re not going to shock my dogs!”

  “Then you can be the one chasing them through the neighborhood when they run out again,” Ice said, moving past her to set the box down.

  Grace started to snap at him again, but stopped. “Why is my couch still here?”

  “Because Goodwill hasn’t shown up to get it yet.”

  “I’m not giving my couch to Goodwill. I love that couch.”

  “There is no way in Hell that flowery couch is going into my house. When the brothers come over and see it, they’ll call me a pussy.”

  Grace folded her arms across her chest. “Then I guess they won’t be coming over.”

  Ice relented. “It can go in one of the spare bedrooms or the basement. I already bought a leather sectional big enough for the brothers and me to sit on to watch the games.”

  Grace’s lips tightened as she rolled her eyes. “What will I be doing while you all are watching sports?”

  “Fixing all those game day snacks I see on television. We’re all looking forward to those,” he told her in all seriousness.

  “And exactly what will I be getting out of it?” she asked, debating internally about moving in with the chauvinist biker standing in front of her.

  “After they leave, I fuck you on the couch and show my appreciation. It’s a big couch.”

  “We can put my couch in one of the spare bedrooms,” Grace gave in. Hell, they would probably need it for the nights they would argue. He could sleep on it.

  After they finished packing the rest of her things out to the truck Ice had rented, he put her dogs into the front, and Grace went to say goodbye to Merry. She had gotten out of the hospital the previous week and her granddaughter had moved in to help take care of her. Grace hoped she would do a better job than her brother. Before leaving, she made sure the young woman had her number in case Merry needed anything.

  She walked back to her house, seeing the For Sale sign on the lawn. Grace locked and set the alarm for the final time, trying not to cry. The house had been a safe haven while she had needed it, but now it was time to move on.

  Turning back, she saw Ice playing with the dogs in the truck.

  Grace smiled at the only man she had ever loved as she climbed inside. She had never dreamed when she had been chained in that basement in her darkest hour that, one day, she would ever be able to enjoy life again, while her two friends had been denied their own.

  For better or worse, she was going to live with Ice.
She would find out if they belonged together, or if she needed to give up the hope that he loved her enough to promise her a future.

  Chapter 31

  Grace moved the mouse to another section of the banner for Mouth2Mouth’s next concert.

  “How’s that?” Grace asked Penni, who was sitting next to her.

  Penni stared in concentration at the computer screen. The last four months had flown by. Grace had been taking her time, searching for jobs, when Penni had called her up and asked her out to lunch one afternoon. During the lunch, Penni had told her she was interviewing for an assistant yet was having trouble finding one with the computer skills she needed. Grace had asked her for a trial, deciding to take a break from teaching. She had come to love the job and working with Penni.

  “Can you make it bigger?”

  Grace moved the mouse again. “Better?”

  “Perfect. I love it! Now I need—” Penni’s voice broke off at the sound of Grace’s cell phone.

  “Sorry,” Grace apologized, reaching for her phone.

  “Where are you?” Ice’s irritated voice came across loud and clear over the phone. She was instantly embarrassed that Penni could hear him.

  “I’m still at work. I’ll be home in another hour or two.”

  “You were supposed to be home an hour ago.”

  “I’ll be home soon. There’s some leftover chili in the fridge.”

  “All right.” Ice hung up, but she could tell he was far from happy.

  “Problems?” Penni asked when Grace set her phone back down on the desk.

  “No. Ice just likes me to be home when he gets there.” She knew it was an archaic way of thinking, but it made her feel wanted.

  “Those boots of his were made for walking on you.” Penni curled her lip.

  “I like being there with him,” Grace protested Penni’s harsh assessment.

  “Does he come home the same time every night?”

  “No,” Grace admitted reluctantly.

  “Do you call him and tell him to get his ass home?” Penni pushed.

  “No.”

  “So, he gets his cake and eats it, too.” Penni stood up, picking up the notes they had been working on. “Go on home. We can finish this in the morning.”