Semua Bab The Devil's Ice (The Road Devils MC 5): Bab 11 - Bab 20

So here they stood, waiting for Keira to reach the front of the marquee, where Scars and Willa were waiting, along with Scars’ best man, Silver Bennett. Wolf would normally have been his first choice, of course, but Scars had wanted Zoe to be walked down the aisle by the man who was the closest thing to a male family member that she had anymore.In the four years that she’d been back in Denver, The Road Devils had become her family, of course, the family that she'd never had, not even before Hailey had died. These hard, rough, dangerous men had become her brothers, become Keira’s uncles, and had loved both of them fiercely. They’d surprised Zoe over and over again with their open and generous spirits, with their eagerness to make her feel happy and safe and wanted. Zoe still got teary when she remembered how Jinx, Kansas and Ice had gone to Ikea to get Keira’s crib and changing table – and had turned up with a surprise mobile too, to hang over the crib and play music.“OK,” Wolf said

The whole thing with him hadn’t started in an unusual way: she’d started working at Satan’s about four years ago, he’d caught her eye, she’d caught his, and as Vixen well knew, she was attractive. Having said that, though, her own physical beauty paled and flickered and died when placed beside Ice’s. God, the man was gorgeous. In an MC with hot men crawling all over the damn show, almost like being sexy-as-hell was a requirement for membership, Ice was something unbelievable. Something special. He was tall and broad (as anyone with eyes and a single functioning brain cell could notice), and she knew full well that that astonishing body was pure power and strength, and covered in tattoos that only defined the grooves and ridges of muscle. His blond hair was always cut short – she assumed it was a holdover from his days in the military, not that he ever talked about any of that – and it accentuated sharp cheekbones and a mouth that was almost always set in a firm, set line. He looked h

But for some reason, she didn’t feel anything at his wolf-like smile, or at his gorgeous face that was a normally-irresistible mixture of warrior and angel. Despite her efforts, her own dazzling smile was perfunctory, her slinky movements automatic, nothing was going on below the surface for her. And then it hit her: seeing blatant, ferocious desire in dark eyes was wrong, all wrong. Blazing heat, molten desire, and flame in ice-cold blue eyes… that was all she wanted to see. Nothing else, nobody else, interested her or spoke to her body. Not anymore.The thought of flirting with this man, playing coy and cute and coquette, exhausted her. The whole process of negotiating her way into some kind of sexual encounter – tacitly agreeing to terms, giving consent, getting into a back room, starting to get undressed, then having to hope that he could give her pleasure, all while getting to know a stranger’s body yet again – utterly repelled her. She didn’t want to see this man without his

“You think that without you, I’m lost? I can’t handle it on my own, need you to hold my hand over in Utah?”“N – no,” Ice stammered, then shut up again at Wolf’s thunderous glare. “No,” Wolf said firmly. “Now, what I do need is an Enforcer here, keepin’ an eye on everythin’ and everyone that I care about. You know this, but you keep refusin’ to see that I’m right, so here I am, havin’ to explain myself to you again. That’s fine, that’s your call, man, so you carry on bitchin’ and sulkin’, if it makes you happy. But it won’t change my mind a goddamn bit – I’m trustin’ you and you need to trust me.” He glared at Ice. “And I’m leavin’ on Monday no matter how you feel about it, so the sooner you get with this new reality, the better. I can leave with us on great terms or shit ones… your call, man. What are you gonna do?”Ice stared at Wolf, knew that the battle was lost, that it had been lost ages ago. Wolf was going, that was that, and Ice couldn’t protest any more than he already had.

Zoe gasped and stumbled a bit on her high heels as she entered the cabin. Scars was right behind her, he was all over her, he barely got the door closed before he was lifting her wedding dress, running his hands over her thighs.Without a word, with hardly a thought, Zoe turned and reached for Scars’ zipper, tugging it down. She was breathing fast and hard, her whole body drenched with desire for him. She pulled his dress pants and boxers off, threw them on the living room floor, the living room where that morning she’d looked in the mirror and seen herself as she now knew Scars did. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down, feeling his incredible length and hardness. He slumped back against the wall, fumbling with the fancy tiny buttons on his crisp white shirt; with a curse, he ripped it open and off, flung it on the floor, scattering the goddamn buttons everywhere.“Oh, my,” Zoe purred, her eyes devouring her husband’s muscular, tattooed chest, her h