Page 7 of Iceman (Speed Demons MC Virginia #2)

CHAPTER THREE

ICEMAN

M y fist tightened around Arizona’s hair, and she moaned around my cock.

The vibrations slid through me down to my balls, and I pushed an inch deeper down her throat, my eyes rolling in my head at the sensation of her tight throat muscles closing around me.

Lifting my head, I looked down at Arizona’s blonde hair bobbing, her lips suctioned to me as she slowly sucked me down deep.

Jesus fuck.

Heather, the new girl, let out a frustrated little mewl. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. “Why did you stop?”

I turned back to her glistening pussy. “Nothing’s wrong, babe. Just enjoying the view.” Lowering my head, I slid my mouth over her slick, juicy clit and sucked it, my cock kicking as her hips bucked against my face.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Heather groaned.

My reply was to slide a finger deep inside, adding another when she groaned her approval.

Spurred on, my mouth moved against her urgently, gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin of her cunt.

The walls of her pussy contracted around my fingers so forcefully that my balls tightened at the thought of what they would do to my dick.

Raising my head again, I barked, “Wrap,” then rolled onto my back, my hands gripping Heather’s thighs and pulling her with me until she straddled my face.

Within seconds, I felt Arizona throw a leg over me and grab my dick to position it before slowly sliding down until she was seated with me deep inside her.

I began to eat Heather again. Moaning my pleasure as Arizona’s tight little cunt squeezed my cock as she rode me hard, her cries and whimpers filling the room as my hips thrust up to meet hers.

Arizona’s pussy pulsed around my cock.

Jesus, she was primed. I’d eaten her out before Heather, but stopped just before she came and made them switch positions. Now, I had one bitch coming on my face while the other came on my cock and fuck me if it wasn’t one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.

My balls tightened and began to draw up. Counting from ten backward, I willed myself not to come, needing the girls to get there first. I’d only gotten back from NOLA a few hours before, and I needed sleep, so the thought of a drawn-out sexathon didn’t fill me with glee.

This was what I needed to help me sleep. I was exhausted already from being awake for days and riding through the night. This would relax me to the point of oblivion when I finally got some shut-eye.

The second the girls climbed off, I jackknifed up, grabbed Heather, and shoved her onto her back.

Her eyes went wide as I hitched up one leg, wrapping it around my ass. Then I grabbed my cock, guided it to her opening, and drove in hard.

She let out a squeal .

I stilled my hips, my cock buried deep, and rasped, “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“And you’re big,” she whispered, letting out a moan as I pulled out to the tip before driving inside her again.

“Arizona,” I muttered. “Get your sexy ass up here.”

Ari moved up the bed, bent over, and began to make out with Heather. Their quiet moans filled the air, and I watched them go at each other, nipping and sucking on each other’s soft lips.

Hitching Heather’s leg higher, I buried my cock to the root and began to fuck her into the mattress, my eyes glued to the girls as they continued kissing each other.

It didn’t take long. Within a minute of grinding my cock into Heather, I felt the build.

“Jesus,” I muttered, bucking my hips harder, the nerves in my lower back tingling until I felt it coming.

Arizona turned her head until her eyes met mine. “Fuck her hard,” she whispered. “Wreck that pussy.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. Letting out a low groan, my hips bucked, and my cum erupted. I lost all rhythm, my ass and hips jerking uncontrollably while I filled the condom covering my dick.

Seconds later, I opened my eyes, eased my cock from Heather’s cunt, released her leg, and watched as she groaned and rolled to her side, continuing to make out with Heather.

A small smile crossed my face. “Sorry, ladies, but if you wanna carry on the party, you’ll have to do it somewhere else. I’m bushed.”

Arizona pulled back again. “Don’t you want round two? You usually go all night.”

I rolled off the bed and grabbed my jeans. “Been up for days, babe. Need some sleep.”

She pouted. “I’ll go get Trick instead. ”

Pulling my jeans up, I slid them over my ass. “Fill your boots, Ari. Just do it somewhere else, alright. Shouldn’t need to tell you twice.” I nodded toward my bathroom door. “Gonna go take a shower while you girls go take a hike.”

“No need to be an asshole about it,” Arizona snapped.

I scraped a hand down my face. This was the last thing I needed.

I just wanted them to clear out while I grabbed a few hours of sleep.

I felt bruised and battered from visiting Allie and seeing the parents.

Maybe I should’ve held off banging club whores for a few days until I got myself together, but I needed a release, and I needed to sleep without dreaming.

All I could see when I closed my eyes was my dead wife’s face.

Exhausting myself was the only way to vanquish her ghost from inside my fucked-up head.

I walked into the bathroom and switched the shower on, listening to the sounds of the girls getting dressed and leaving. As soon as the door shut behind them, I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped inside the cubicle, lifting my face into the spray of hot water raining down, making me clean again.

Screwing other women seemed to banish Allie for a little while, at least. Except now I had another ghost to contend with because somehow, Saint McClure had gotten inside my head too, though honestly, she’d been there since our night together.

Between her and Allie, I didn’t stand a goddamned chance.

Peace was something I yearned for, but always seemed to be just out of reach.

Steam filled the shower, and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe through the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

The last few days had been draining. Losing Allie never got easier, especially around this time of year.

It felt like I had a well of memories and feelings inside that usually stayed buried.

Then, Allie’s birthday would come around, and those feelings would rise so suddenly and quickly that they overflowed.

Grabbing my body wash, I lathered up, shampooed my hair, and rinsed the soap away before stepping out of the shower and drying off. I brushed my teeth on autopilot before stumbling back to my bedroom, pulling the blinds, and falling into bed as naked as the day I was born.

Closing my eyes, I tried to clear my mind, knowing full well that Allie’s pale blue eyes would flash through my mind to torment me, but instead, all I could see was Saint’s glowing blue orbs.

I shifted on the bed, needing to sleep but also filled with so much restlessness that I knew I was fighting a losing battle. Suddenly, I wished I hadn’t sent the girls away. At least while I was with them, I wasn’t thinking about her.

It was almost a relief when my cell pinged, the sound alerting me that Hendrix had called Church. I sat up and shifted my ass to the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hands while I tried to get my thoughts in order.

Allie’s sweet voice whispered through my head. No rest for the wicked, baby.

The corner of my mouth twitched because she wasn’t fucking wrong.

Grabbing my phone, I read the group message.

BLADE: Church in ten

Then, with a sigh, I stood, went to my drawers, grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a tee, and put them on. Shrugging on my cut, I made for the door and hauled ass down the stairs, hitting reception in record time .

As I headed down the corridor toward Church, a clipped British-accented voice called, “How was NOLA?”

My steps faltered, and I craned my neck to see Gambit walking up behind me. “Hey!” I greeted. “It was as good as these things can be.”

A hand hit my shoulder, his dark eyes studying my face. “You look tired.”

“I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” I admitted. “Maybe havin’ a threesome with Ari and the new girl the second I got back was a step too far even for me.”

“Ahh,” he said knowingly. “The lovely Heather. She’s somethin’ else, right? Her tits are banging.”

My lips tipped up at Gambit’s Brit speak, and we resumed our journey down the corridor. “Did I miss much while I was gone?”

“Not really. Prez is all caught up in JT, so we haven’t seen much of him. They’re still moving into his aunt and uncle’s place, so they’ve been down there with the kid mostly, planning what they wanna do with the place?—”

“Wait,” I interrupted. “Anna still wants to move into the house where she was held captive by a lunatic ex-club whore and fuck buddy of her ol’ man?”

Gambit barked a laugh. “She’s got balls, right?”

“Damned straight.” I shook my head. “Any word on Ace or Daisy?”

“Nah. Colt did a trace on the vehicle we saw driving away from the river. It was registered to Aces Security. He wasn’t hiding his involvement or the fact he went to get Daisy outta there. Her body hasn’t been found, so we assume she’s still alive.”

“We need to give Anna shooting lessons to make sure next time she gets the heart,” I muttered.

Gambit nodded as we approached the door for Church. “Too right.” He keyed in a sequence of numbers and then stood still until the retinal scanner did its job. Then the locks disengaged, and he pushed on the door, breezily saying, “Morning, all. Lovely day for it,” as he strutted inside.

I followed and was met with grunts from Blade and Diablo. Then, the most vile, rancid smell I’d ever had the misfortune to encounter hit me.

“What the fuck is that stench?” Gambit demanded, holding his hand up to cover his nose and mouth.

The door swung closed behind me, and I balked.

“JT took a shit,” Blade muttered, swiping a hand across his face, “Swear to God, it was so strong it made my eyes water.”