As much as I love spending time with him, I can’t imagine Brett ‘Ice’ Grady going on a date. That has to be against some sort of rule in the ‘Bad-ass Biker Bible,’ right?
“Are you excited?” Brooke asks me.
I wish I could nod my head, instead of answering, so she wouldn’t hear the nervousness in my voice, but I cannot move since she is still curling my hair.
“Yeah. What do you think your dad is planning, anyways?”
Brooke giggles, and the sound has me looking up in her mirror to see her mischievous eyes glowing. It reminds me of the look Ice gives me when he is feeling playful.
“I’m not telling,” she answers me smugly.
“Brat.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like I haven’t heard that one before. Just remember, when you think you have Dad figured out, he’s always going to do something to prove that you don’t.”
Boy, isn’t that the statement of the century.
“Where’s Madyson?” I ask when I see she is almost finished with my hair.
“Out in the living room, watching TV with Dad.”
“Are you sure you two will be okay here tonight?” I can’t help worrying about my little sister. Although she has come a long way, shadows still plague her eyes, and the nightmares seem to never end.
“Pfft. Do you really think Dad would leave us here alone? One of the boys is probably already here, waiting to start babysitting duty.” She rolls her eyes again. “Because grown men just love to sit around and hear teenage girls talk clothes and make-up.”
I giggle as I wonder which poor soul Ice is torturing tonight. I know it’s not Hammer, because he is still wheelchair bound and never goes anywhere except to his house and the club for business.
Putting the curling iron down on her vanity, Brooke fluffs my hair one last time. “You ready?”
I nod while studying myself in the mirror. My make-up isn’t much darker than what I wear to work, the eye shadow a shimmery golden brown with a thick line of dark brown eyeliner to compliment my green eyes. My lips are painted a satin rose mauve color, and I can’t help wondering what it will look like on Ice’s lips after I give him a kiss sometime later tonight.
I look down to see the white knitted top with a subtle icy glimmer to it. From the top up, I look like the prim and proper Morgan that Ice likes to joke about dirtying up all the time. From the bottom down is a whole different story. I am wearing an over-the-knee black leather pencil skirt paired with wicked crystal-silver and black leather, stiletto-heeled, peep-toe ankle boots.
Morgan and Madyson went shopping with me today, and the minute Madyson spotted the boots, she said I needed them for tonight. She told me, with the rest of the outfit, I would look like a frosty, yet tempting, little She Devil to compliment the man who is as icy as his name.
Looking at my outfit, I have to admit she was right. Now, what will the man I call mine think? It is time to find out.
Walking out of Brooke’s room and down the hall to the living room, the sound of my heels click against the hardwood floor, undoubtedly warning whoever is out there of my impending arrival. When I emerge from the hallway, it is to find Madyson sitting on the couch with Ice while Coal sits in the adjacent chair.
Madyson gives me a huge grin that warms my heart. I haven’t seen her smile in such a way since before she was rescued. I would do anything to see that smile again every day.
Coal smirks at my appearance. “Only you could look like a fairy princess wearing leather, woman.”
“Take your eyes off my woman, jackass,” Ice orders as he gets up from the couch and heads towards me in what is definitely a predatory stalk instead of a normal stride. The heavy muscles throughout his body flex under his tight black T-shirt. His low slung jeans cling to his thick thighs, cupping the erection I can plainly see. With the way he is looking at me, I wonder if we will make it out the door at all.
When he grabs me by my hips, he slowly runs his hands over the leather that clings to me until he is cupping my ass, I can’t help the shiver of arousal that runs through me. The man before me is potent, virile. He makes me want to go to the bedroom and stay in there for days … or weeks. Months even.
Leaning forward, he whispers into my ear, “All of this for me, baby? A pretty present for me to unwrap later?”
My mouth goes dry at the insinuation. I can barely squeak out, “Yes, Brett.”
“Good,” he rumbles. “I might not unwrap everything, though. I might leave you in that sexy leather. I’ll strip that cute little top off until I can see what I bet is one of your innocent lookin’ white lace bras, and then I’m gonna bend you over my bed and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
My breath catches in my chest as I envision his words, my panties dampening with desire. I can’t stop myself from asking him, “Are you sure we have to go on a date?”
He pulls back and chuckles at my flushed cheeks. “Damn right we do, sweetheart. I’m gonna take my woman out, act like a gentleman, and then bring her home and give her the caveman.”
“Ewww, Dad. No sexin’ where others can see you!” his daughter complains from behind us.
His mouth tips in a smirk, and he leans forwards to murmur so only I can hear him. “But my woman likes it when others might see us.”
I groan in need, making him laugh. Then he grabs my hand and drags me towards the front door, waving at Coal and ordering the girls to be good while we are gone. Pulling me to his truck, he avoids the passenger side and takes me straight to the driver’s side instead.
Opening the door, he lifts me up to the bench seat. “Scoot over a little, baby, and let me get in, but don’t go too far. I wanna feel you pressed up against me as I drive.”
God, this man knows how to make my heart do somersaults in my chest.
I slip over, giving him enough room to get in, and then we cruise down the street on four wheels instead of the two he usually rides on, which feels weird; however, tonight is all about going with the flow, to see what my man considers a date. If we pull up to his strip club, though, I might have to cook him something he chokes on.
We don’t end up at the club, though. Nor do we end up at a bar or anything else I have dreamed up that a rugged man like Ice might visit. No, we park at a four star restaurant, and I feel my jaw drop.
Looking over to Ice, I ask, flabbergasted, “Are you sure we’re in the right place?”
“Yep.”
Pulling me out of the truck, he walks us into the elegant building and gives the hostess his name. The young girl gives him a bright smile in return, grabs two menus, and then leads us back to a secluded corner with candles lit and roses in a vase on the table. Ice pulls out my chair for me then takes the chair across from me as the hostess babbles about the night’s specials.
Once she leaves, my mind stops swirling enough to ask Ice another question. “Why would you bring me here?”
He cocks an eyebrow at my question, and I realize how ungrateful I sound. “That’s not how I meant it, I swear. I’m so sorry. I just—” I can’t stop stammering. “I just didn’t expect you to bring me to some place like this!” I whisper-yell at him.
Amused by my reaction, that cocky smile spreads across his face. “You want to know why I brought you here, Morgan?”
I shake my head. I wouldn’t have asked if I knew why we were here.
Leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, he answers me softly, “I’m gonna wine you and dine you like you deserve, sweetheart.”
My heart melts. Every day, he finds a way to surprise me with his actions or words, opening himself up to me little by little. Can this man get any better?
Then that familiar Grady mischievous look sparkles in his eyes, and he adds, “But, when we’re done here, I’m gonna take you somewhere and fuck you in the truck like I deserve.”
Yes, apparently my man can get better.
He orders dinner and wine for us when the waiter shows up. We eat our delicious food, talk about Madyson and B
rooke, and simply spend time enjoying each other’s company. When we are done, he pays, we leave, and by the time we reach the truck, my anticipation for what comes next is already boiling inside of me.
After we climb up into the truck and Ice starts to drive back through town, I put my hand on his thigh and start to rub up and down his leg.
“Where are we going?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to worry about until we get there.”
“What does that mean, Ice?”
“That means we’re going to play naughty, baby, and we start right now. I want you to slide that tight skirt of yours down until it’s around your ankles.”
I gasp. “But what if someone sees us?”
The lights along the street light up his face enough that I can see his smile. “That’s the point, Morgan—someone might see us. Now do what I say.”
My heart is thumping so hard in my chest I wonder if he can hear it. Unzipping the side of my skirt, I grab both sides and inch the tight leather down my thighs, little by little, until I am finally able to slide it down my legs to the floorboard.
Ice groans low in his throat beside me. “Sweet little white lace panties to cover my sweet little pussy. Pull the crotch of your panties aside and play with yourself. I want you nice and wet before I stop this truck.”
I do what he tells me, both terrified that someone might see me petting myself and exhilarated by the thought. It does not take long until I am on the edge of an orgasm, my head resting on the back of the seat, moaning from the pleasure.
“Don’t you dare come yet, Morgan. I want my cock inside you when you come so I can feel it squeezing my dick.”
I whine, almost in pain from the intense pleasure and his command to wait for him. “Hurry, Brett. Please, please hurry. I need to come so badly. How much longer?”
“We’re here.”
I peel my eyelids open to see where ‘here’ is. It is almost unbelievable what meets my eyes.
“A drive-in movie theater?” I ask, baffled.
Two of Brett’s fingers suddenly fill me, and my head whips back at the sensation of being filled. “I gave you dinner, now you’re gonna give me a show. Damn, you’re clenching my fingers already. Get your ass over here.”
He pulls his fingers out as I look at his lap to see the long, thick, engorged flesh is already covered in a condom. I can’t believe I am about to do this. Having sex in the club’s office with the door open is one thing; having sex in a truck surrounded by other vehicles filled with people is entirely different. The only thing that comforts me is that all of his windows, except the windshield, are darkly tinted.
“Stop procrastinating, Morgan, and get on my dick.”
I move over him, situating my knees on either side of his lap, maneuvering myself over him. He grabs my hips, steadying me, while I grab him in my hand and position him at my entrance. Once I have him where I want him, I slowly slide down his length. Now it is his head that rests on the top of the seat.
“Damn you feel so good around me, baby. Hot, tight, wet little pussy that squeezes and sucks me better than any fuckin’ dream I’ve ever had.”
His words spurn me to move faster, ride him harder. It is not easy in the cramped space of the truck cab, but now that he fills me in the most delicious way, I can’t stop.
I feel it building in me again, that glorious peak only Brett can make me feel.
“God, Brett. So good. So, so good.”
“Fuck yeah,” he responds. “Ride me good, sweetheart.”
My body bucks uncontrollably as that erotic rush starts to fill me. I try to muffle my scream by biting my bottom lip, but a loud moan escapes me anyways. My legs start to go weak as I explode around him, and Brett takes over for me.
Gripping my hips in a strong hold, he picks me up and slams me down on his cock once, twice, three times before he growls his release.
My entire body melts. I can’t move, and I don’t want to. We stay like that for who knows how long, holding each other, reveling in the way we make each other feel. Eventually, though, he lifts me off him, places me gently on the seat next to him, and takes care of the condom. Then he buckles my seatbelt and pulls me tightly into his side, cuddling me. Neither one of us says a word as he starts up his truck to leave the theater grounds.
Once we finally make it home, I do my best not to flush when Coal, Madyson, and Brooke’s eyes turn from the TV to us. Coal flat out grins at my disheveled appearance, but the girls don’t seem to notice.
“So what did you two do?” Madyson asks.
I can’t make myself open my mouth to answer the question. Never in a million years will I tell my little sister what we did.
Ice squeezes me to his side and chuckles. “Dinner and a movie.”
Oh, my God, I’ll never be able to face that drive-in theater again.
Epilogue
Morgan
A little over a year later…
“Madyson, if you want to get ready at Brooke’s, babe, we gotta go,” I yell down the hall to my sister.
“Okay, I’m almost ready!”
In the kitchen, I watch as she comes out of her room with her garment bag holding her dress, cap, and gown as well as her makeup bag. Her hair is up in curlers, her face glowing with a new maturity.
The last year hasn’t been easy, but she has made it through. After her attendance was beyond recovery, she dropped out of high school. Although I offered to let her finish online in a homeschool program, she refused.
I feel the prick of tears, yet manage to hold them back. Madyson does not like it when someone looks at her in pity, and she really does not like it when I cry. Her new attitude is that of a survivor. The past is the past, and all she wants to do is look forward to her future.
“You know I’m proud of you, right, Mady?”
“Yes, Morgan, you tell me all the damn time,” she huffs in mock exasperation.
“Not many girls could do what you did. After everything, you went back to school, knowing people were talking. You held your head high and focused on your studies. A lot of women would’ve tucked their tail between their legs and stayed home, never venturing out of their house again. Mady, I can’t say I could do what you’ve done.”
I wipe the tears that finally leak from my eyes as I stare at my sister in awe of her courage and strength to endure and overcome. She is the strongest person I have ever met, though still so young. I thank God every day that He gave me the chance to have her in my life after her ordeal.
We have grown very close in the past year, learning how family is supposed to love instead of acting how our parents raised us.
She rushes over to me, dropping the bag, and wraps her arms tightly around my body. We both cry together for a few moments until she pulls away to look up at me.
“I wouldn’t have survived without you, Morgan. My strength comes from you. No one else would’ve stuck by my side, yet you never left me. Today is as much about you as it is me. When I walk across that stage, I take every step knowing you are stepping with me. Every day I wake up, I wake up knowing you wake up for me. You took care of me when our parents wouldn’t, loved me when they wouldn’t. You lost your job because you wouldn’t give up on finding me. You did all this for me; so today, I get that diploma for us both. Without you, I would’ve died. There were days, while I was going through withdrawals that I wanted to die. The only thing that kept me going was the squeeze of your hand around my own to remind me that I wasn’t alone.”
Sniffling, I try to compose myself. “Remember when we were little? When Mallory would get on our nerves, we would say ‘It’s you and me against the world’ and run away from her?” She nods her head against me, squeezing me tightly. “It’s always you and me against the world, Mady. Only now, we will say it’s us against the world and take Mallory with us.” I smile sweetly at her, knowing that Mallory will soon be with us.
Madyson going back to school gave them daily opportunities to talk. I couldn’t take on Mallory
with Madyson still recovering; however, now that she is rock solid, thanks to the help of an amazing therapist Coal found, we are planning to have Mallory move in over the summer. Mom and Dad are losing their house to foreclosure, anyway. Mal says Mom is threatening divorce.
It won’t be easy taking on another teenager, but it will be worth it to have my other sister with us.
Madyson reaches up and wipes my tears away as she smiles back at me. “Let’s go,” she whispers happily.
We pack my car with everything she needs before driving over to Ice’s house. By the time we get there, I see Ice’s eye twitching as he opens the front door. I can hear Brooke in the background, yelling about something.
Reaching out with both hands, he grabs each of us around our wrists then pulls us into the house. After slamming the door, he looks at Madyson and barks, “Love my baby girl, but honest to God, if you don’t go back there and calm her shit down, I’m going to duct tape her mouth shut.”
Madyson bites her bottom lip in an effort not to giggle and nods her head at him before scurrying to the back of the house.
When she disappears out of sight, Ice looks back to me, takes one look at my smiling face, and growls. “This shit ain’t funny. And, if I catch you laughing at me, I’m gonna make you regret it.”
Propping my hands on my hips, I egg him on. “Yeah? How you gonna do that, big boy?”
“By cutting you down from gettin’ my dick three times a day to once a week. Then we’ll see who’s laughin’.” The gleam in his eyes tells me he is dead serious about that threat.
I walk past him without saying a word, back to his daughter’s room where I can keep myself out of trouble. When a woman gets it as good as I do, you definitely do not want to get cut off.
After hours of watching Brooke and Mady do hair, makeup, get dressed, and giggle like crazy, we are finally ready to head out. We get there to find the high school is packed with parents and students excited for the journey ahead. The Regulators are all in attendance, Harleys lined up in the parking lot.
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