Page 9 of Tye (Rage MC: The Prospects #8)

Ice

C hristian gazed at me like I had lost my mind as I bullied him into hooking up the sleigh. He was glowering at me as I’d also blackmailed him into driving it for me.

“We’re quits after this,” he growled out as he hooked the English Shire horses up.

“Yup,” I agreed.

Christian sent me a disgusted stare. Two years ago, I’d caught him smoking a joint. He swore it was the first and only time he’d done it. Which meant I kept my mouth shut but watched him like a hawk. And, of course, it was great blackmail material. I had something on all my siblings, and they had dirt on me. The rules to the game had been made long ago. We could use the incident once and then it was useless. And you couldn’t blackmail your way out of a blackmail either.

For example, Christian knew that Fanatic, Carmine, and I had stolen an expensive bottle of Dad’s whiskey one Christmas. We got completely hammered on it and drank the whole thing. However, as hungover as we were, we weren’t going to own up drinking it. So, we replaced it with a cheaper one. Naturally, Dad noticed, but nobody owned up, although he probably had suspicions. But there were so many of us that year he couldn’t point the finger for sure.

Falcon and Nova had also helped drink it. Which meant we had material on them, too, and vice versa. It was the way of the Legacies, Princesses, and Hellions. We all blackmailed one another.

“This is done and gone,” Christian insisted.

“I said that, bro. Chill. I will get some blankets, and if you stop whining, I’ll get you one,” I replied.

Christian hissed at me as I walked away, hiding my smile from him. Touchy bugger. But the truth was, it was a relief to see a little of his old self. Christian had been a happy-go-lucky kid until Harley’s attack. It sucked for him because he’d had it bad with his stepfather and then had it good, and then the shit returned. Christian had locked himself down after Harley was hospitalised. Since he’s started at The Trusts, we’d caught glimpses of the old Christian.

I had to collect a hamper from Mrs Ames and find Demi. This was another surprise for her. As I entered the house, I ran straight into Mom.

“Going out again?” she asked, arching her eyebrow.

“Yup.”

“Have fun,” Mom said with a wink.

I groaned, and Mom laughed.

“Nothing is a secret in this home, Tye. You should know better. And things are looking up for me. Carmine’s with Molly, and now you and Demi, hell, I might get grandchildren by next Christmas!”

“Mother!” I yelped as she scurried towards Dad’s office. Oh, I realised what she was up to. I cringed as the lock engaged and knew Mom and Dad would be busy for at least an hour.

I hurried away; I knew Mom and Dad weren’t old, but nobody wanted to hear their parents or think of them getting it on.

I rounded the corner, heading for the stairs to the man cave, and bumped into Carter.

“Looking for my niece?”

“Yes.” I didn’t bother lying.

“Don’t mess her about,” Carter warned. “Demi’s special despite her birth. My niece has a heart of gold and deserves the best. Are you, Ice?”

“No. Nowhere near, but I’ll break my back for her.”

“You have known Demi two days,” Carter states suspiciously.

“And that’s all it takes for a Rage brother. Some of us know with a glance, others take a couple of days. But once we claim a woman, we’re all in,” I said honestly.

A laugh came from behind me.

“You think you’ve got what it takes to look after my granddaughter, boy?”

I turn and face Spike.

“I know I have. She’s the kind of special a man will kill for. And I’m claiming her. You know we don’t mess with women on Rage,” I replied.

“Club whores? Bar flies? I remember how Rage used to party,” Spike challenged.

“The operative words are used to. Rage got rid of the slags ages ago, and bar flies aren’t allowed anymore. Rage stopped that shit because of our old ladies,” I retorted.

“Big deal. My grandbaby ain’t no whore or barfly, and I don’t want her around a club,” Spike said.

“Rage ain’t no ordinary MC,” I argued.

“Rage spawned Fury,” Spike stated.

“The fuck we did. Fury was a founder. Whatever he was, wasn’t because of Rage. He had plans long before shit hit the fan, proved by him kidnapping your daughter. You can say whatever crap you want, but you ain’t blaming Rage for Fury.”

“And no Rage prospect is gonna date my grandbaby. Over my dead body,” Spike snarled. “She’s a good girl.”

“Fine. I’ll step down. But you won’t be welcome in my home if I do that,” I replied and heard a gasp.

Footsteps sounded behind me, and a hand slipped into mine. I glanced down and saw Demi, and she appeared fuming.

“Pops!” she snapped. “I’m an adult!”

“And my grandbaby,” Spike stated simply.

“Seriously? I don’t need you to fight my battles, and Ice does not need to resign from Rage,” Demi argued.

“Nah, he doesn’t. I was testing him,” Spike admitted.

I almost laughed as virtual steam came out of Demi’s ears. “Testing him?”

“Yep.”

“Did he pass?”

“Yup.”

“I’m so damn glad that you think you get a say in my dating life,” Demi said sarcastically.

“Yeah.”

“Pops, you’re so frustrating!” Demi squealed.

“Yes. But now I know he’s worthy of you. Of course, if he fucks up, he better knows how to run and run faster than a horse. Because boy, I’ll horsewhip you from here to fuckin’ kingdom come should you hurt my grandbaby,” Spike warned.

“Goes for you too, Spike, Demi. Hurt with my son, and I will burn your world down!” Mom said from behind us.

Spike turned to face her with a smirk, and I winced. Mom’s hair was a mess, as if Dad had been dragging his hands through it, and her lips were swollen.

“That I can believe, ma’am. Seems neither of them better fuck up,” Spike replied with a grin.

I rolled my eyes at Demi, who did the same.

“Now that is settled, I was working with Drake,” Mom said and walked back to Dad’s study, where he was leaning against the doorjamb.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s work,” Spike muttered, and Carter laughed.

“Jesus. Come on,” Demi murmured to me, and we made our escape quickly.

“Where are we going?” Demi asked as I tugged her behind me.

“Get a hamper from Mrs Ames and then outside. Wrap up warm again,” I said as we got away from her family.

“I’ve got to go back that way,” Demi replied, looking over her shoulder.

“Nope, there’re some stairs near the kitchen. Use them. I’ll meet you at the stables in ten minutes,” I muttered, leaning close as I saw Scout, Timmy, Jake, and Garrett watching. No chance was I letting those anywhere near my date.

As Demi scurried away, I beckoned the four and yanked out my wallet.

“Ten bucks each, and you leave me alone,” I offered.

“Fifteen!” Scout demanded.

“Ten. And be grateful. Otherwise, I’m sure I could tell Mom a few things, and you all might end up joining Eddie,” I negotiated.

“Man, you suck like a brother. You can afford fifteen, but we’ll take it,” Timmy said after they all swapped glances. Yeah, I had loads of blackmail material on those four.

“I’ll remember that come Christmas,” I retorted, and Timmy blanched.

“Timmy means he loves you lots, and you are the best big bro,” Scout backtracked quickly.

“Is that so?” Fanatic interrupted as he approached.

“Will you shut the hell up? You’re digging our graves,” Garrett hissed, smacking Scout around the back of his head.

“Seems I’m not needed as Ice is the best big brother. Saves me a packet come Christmas,” Fanatic added.

“No, dude, you and Ice are the bestest big brothers ever.” Scout grinned.

“Wow, that shit hurts,” Christian announced.

“Yeah, fancy us not being the best as well,” Jared replied.

I nearly choked on a laugh as Garrett and Jake glowered at Scout.

“Shut up!” they howled together.

“On that note, I’m gonna leave them with you. Seems they need reminding just how great all their brothers are,” I said to the older siblings and strode away.

“Tye is going on a date!” Scout snitched.

The little shit. I’d get him back later.

“We guessed that. But you need to pick the best brother in the world because you know… you started it, Scout,” Fanatic stated.

“I’m gonna kill you!” Timmy yelled at Scout as I ducked down the hallway leading to the kitchen.

Scout was in serious trouble now. Tonight, I’d find out how he wriggled out of it.

“Afternoon, Tye,” Mrs Ames said as I entered the kitchen.

Erin, the full-time assistant to Mrs Ames, smiled shyly at me. She was a nice girl who’d worked here for two years since she was sixteen. Erin had applied for the job and worked after school, but she left a couple of months ago and was now full time. She seemed happy enough here.

“Mrs Ames. I’ve come to pick up my hamper,” I replied, giving her a kiss.

“It’s over there. There’s a lunch there and two flasks of hot chocolate. Enjoy yourself.” Mrs Ames waved a hand towards the table and concentrated on rolling pastry. Looked like we were having meat pies tonight.

“Thanks.” I grabbed the hamper and drinks carrier and headed out the kitchen door to the stables.

Dante stopped me in my path. “Where you going?”

“Out.”

“I wanna come,” Dante demanded.

“Not a chance in hell, kid.”

“I’ll tell Mom,” Dante threatened.

“Go ahead. I still won’t take you.”

The little shit looked at me, and his eyes narrowed.

“You want to make your eighth birthday?” I asked, and Dante froze on whatever he was thinking. “In the forest surrounding us, it would be pretty easy to hide a body.”

Dante glowered at me and took to his heels.

“Mom! Tye threatened to bury me,” he howled as he raced through the kitchen.

I grinned. That had two benefits. First, I was free of Dante and whatever chaos he’d have brought. Second, he would disturb Mom and Dad ‘working’. Bonus!

I hurried to the stables before any more of my damn siblings turned up and met Demi there.

“You didn’t peek?” I asked.

“No.”

“Good. Come on, sweet girl,” I ordered and shoved open the door. I led her into the stables, and Demi gasped.

“A sleigh ride?”

“Yeah! The snow’s thick enough for one, and I thought you might enjoy it,” I said as she gazed in excitement.

“Yes. Are you driving it?”

“Christian is. And he’s wearing headphones, too, so we can talk.”

Christian appeared from around the back of the barn, and I hand him a flask and a lunch Mrs Ames made for him. He glared at me and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Then I helped Demi in and got in after her. After tucking the blankets around our laps, I leaned forward and tapped Christian. He made a show of putting his headphones in and sent me a smirk.

As I glowered at his back, Christian slapped the reins of the shire horses, and we set off. Once again, the weather was in my favour as a light snowfall fell around us. I’d done several sleigh rides over the years, but never with a special girl.

Watching Demi’s face light up as she snuggled under my good arm was amazing. I felt like I was on top of the world, that I was invincible. Experiences like this were memory makers, and I was glad I was sharing with Demi. The sleigh bells jingled gently as Demi peered over the side at them and then at the shire horses.

“They’re on the reins, too!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah. Mom wanted everything as authentic as possible,” I said.

“This is our third date, I can’t imagine what you’d do for our fourth,” Demi whispered, gazing at me.

The look in her eyes blew up my ego. Damn, I wanted to see that expression on her face for the rest of my life. I’d break my back to make sure she looks at me that way forever. Because Demi may not realise it, but there was a wealth of emotion there and all positive. I could see how much she was beginning to care for me, and I wanted to puff my chest out and beat it like a caveman.

Who gave a fuck it was only three days? There was something between Demi and me. It was growing fast, and I wanted to fan the flames of it. I needed Demi to be so into me she could ignore my past and live the future with me.

Demi had to be tied tightly to me. I couldn’t risk losing her. I’d be honest and tell her everything, but I needed to get her bonded to me so tight she wouldn’t dream of walking. Even this early on, I knew if she walked, it would destroy me. Demi was turning out to be all I’d ever wanted in a woman, and I’d kill to keep her.

The only thing that bothered me was where we’d live. Would I have to go nomad or quit hockey? She lived on one side of South Dakota and me on the other. Demi had a career training horses. I couldn’t ask her to stop that to follow me for the decade. Most hockey players retired at the age of thirty-five, so I had roughly nine years left. I thought it too much to ask Demi to give everything up to support me.

I frowned, and Demi jolted.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, and I shook my head.

“No, babe. It’s my mind racing ahead and making problems. Don’t worry about it,” I replied, and Demi now frowned instead.

“That sounds dire.”

“Nah. Honestly, it doesn’t matter,” I tried to reassure her, but it wasn’t working.

“Tell me, Ice,” Demi demanded.

“Just wondering where we’d live, I travel between here and Chicago. You are based on the other side of the state. I was trying to figure out how to make this work,” I admitted.

Demi laughed. “I would have thought that is easy. I stay with you during the hockey season and work from the ranch when you’re not playing. Pops can schedule my training during that time.”

“I’m a Rage prospect,” I replied.

Demi’s face fell. “That is an issue.”

“Not quite. I can go nomad or quit.”

“But that’s not what you want,” Demi argued.

“No. But why should you be the only one sacrificing?”

“I don’t call it a sacrifice. This is me investing in us. We’ll sort out what happens in time. Maybe something will come up. But I believe everything happens for a reason. Something will turn up, I’m sure of it,” Demi said and waved a hand. I captured her hand and tugged her close. “The truth is, I’d walk through fire for you. I don’t expect you to give anything up,” I said with heat.

Demi smiled sweetly and cupped my face. “Together, we will find a way for us to both live our best lives.”

Fuck me, this woman was going to slay me. I pulled her in and kissed her. Our lips were slightly cold, but I didn’t care. My good arm held her tight to me. Our kiss turned heated, and Demi pressed her body against mine. Shit. I ran my fingers down her spine, delighting in her response as she shoved even closer to me.

My dick went hard instantly as Demi kissed me back. Her hand drifted down my chest and slid under my bomber jacket. I hissed as she brushed my erection, and Demi’s hand paused and then moved and started kneading me.

Fuck! My cock was trying to break out of my jeans, and I groaned as Demi’s hand stopped moving and began undoing my buttons.

“Woman,” I growled out against her mouth, and Demi pulled away a little and smiled sultrily. That sent shivers down my spine, and my dick reacted. Her hands opened my jeans, and one slid into my boxers and grasped me.

“Demi,” I hissed.

The same smile crossed her lips, and Demi winked as she moved her hand up and down. The world shrank to me and her and what she was making me feel. Demi captured my good arm and took one of my fingers into her mouth. With her eyes holding mine, she licked and sucked it as she continued her ministrations on my cock.

Fuck! My balls tightened, and I arched my head back. Demi shifted and latched onto my neck as she began suckling hard. My hand slid up her jacket, and I touched her breast. Her breath came in little pants, and I bet she was soaked. I moved downwards and slid my fingers into her leggings.

She groaned as I felt her heat instantly. I began sliding downward and found her folds. Before I could slide between them, my cock jumped as soon as I felt her wetness.

“Demi, stop, I’m going to come,” I hissed, knowing I was close.

Demi removed my hand, and I nearly threw her down on the seat. How dare she remove that from me? She grabbed her scarf and held it over me as she pumped me harder. She took the finger I had slid between her folds and sucked it so hard my eyes almost crossed. Damn, this sexy vixen.

A deep groan escaped as my dick twitched, and spurts of cum left me. Demi kept her scarf there, and she wrung every last drop from me. And I still wanted more. My cock remained half erect.

Demi smiled lazily at me as she kissed me once more.

“That was worth everything,” she whispered against my lips. She tucked my semi-hard cock back inside and wiped me clean before doing my jeans up. Then she dumped the scarf on the ground and snuggled into my embrace.

I glanced at Christian and thanked fuck he had his headphones on. That could have been embarrassing for us both.

Demi smiled smugly.

“If you react like that to my hand, can you imagine my mouth?” she whispered.

And just like that, my cock was hard again. Fuck me!

Demi

I loved the expression on Ice’s face, as I basically gave him a hand job. When I took his finger in my mouth and mimicked a blow job, I thought he was going to pin me down and ravish me. There was a look in his eyes that drenched my sex within seconds. I felt empowered having this huge, powerful male under my spell.

When he tried to touch me, I had knocked his hand away. I’d wanted to pleasure him, watch him come undone. And I did just that. The look on his face when he came was everything. I completely nearly creamed my own panties watching that. Sex between us certainly wouldn’t be an issue. We were more than compatible. Actually, compatible was a joke. We were off the charts.

From how Ice had been dating me, our life would be amazing and filled with wonder. All I needed to do was reach out a hand and take it. So why did I feel like this?