Page 13 of The Devil's Ice

“Save it,” Wolf said brusquely. “I ain’t stupid and I ain’t blind. You owe that girl aseriousfuckin’ apology, and you know it. It ain’therfault that I told you no.”

Ice sighed, once again bowing to Wolf’s almost telepathic and eerie knowledge ofeverything. “Yeah.”

“So!” Wolf said, opening the door to the hotel reception area. “Enjoy this weekend, man, because come Monday, you’re gonna say sorry to your MC brothers, Scars especially, and Denton, and King –andthe beautiful Vixen. That’s one hell of an apology tour you’re gonna embark on.”

“Ain’tthatthe truth,” Ice said, following Wolf back inside. “You think that Keira might draw me a banner?”

“Sure she would,” Wolf said cheerfully. “As long as her stuffed rabbit can be the mascot.”

Chapter Five

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 hand moving faster now. “That’squite a sight.”

“Zoe.” His voice was a warning growl.

“Yes, Scars?”

“Stop teasing me, baby.”

“But why?” She lowered herself to the floor as gracefully as she could in this crazy-expensive tight dress, held his sky-blue eyes. “I love teasing you… and now we have an entire lifetime together for me to do it.”

His hips came right off the wall as his wife’s sweet, hot lips closed over his cock. Scars watched as his length disappeared into her mouth and he held her head, trying to fight the rising wave of climax. She slid down and back up, swirling her tongue around him at the tip and the base, and Scars jerked under her. She loved having this strong man totally under her control, and she sucked harder, knowing what he liked.

Scars couldn’t stop himself now and he began to raise and lower his hips, silently begging for her to take his thrusts into her mouth. She moaned in response, loving his need, and he felt his whole body respond to that small sound.

Oh, fuck… I’m gonna come. Not like this – I want to be inside her.

“I need you, Zoe,” he panted. “I want to make love to my wife, for the first time. Please.”

She licked his length, pulling back slowly, releasing him inch by inch, and he almost lost it.

“Zoe…”

“Yes, Scars?”

“Enough teasing. Come here.”

Eagerly, she stood and he took her in his arms. He kissed her, almost savagely, and she felt her pussy open up, heat up, slick up, with anticipation.

His hands skimmed the front of her tight bodice and he smiled when her nipples hardened. His large hands moved to her back, slowly undoing the maddening little hooks, fighting for calm; he’d been fine with ripping his shirt to hell, but no way he was destroying her wedding dress. When he undid the seemingly-endless row of delicate hooks, he pushed the top of the dress down and off her beautiful shoulders.

Scars lifted her full breasts, savoring their weight, pushing them together. His mouth moved back and forth, licking and sucking her hard peaks. Her shuddering drove him on – he loved knowing that his touch did this to her.

Zoe arched her back, offering herself to his mouth and hands. His hands held her steady as her legs shook under her. Her desire was immediate and huge, no hiding it. She needed him to chase away the fear and darkness of Wolf leaving, all the ugliness that seemed to be swirling around them all. She needed him to make her feel alive and good.

Scars groaned as her fingers roamed over his shoulders and chest, then down his broad back, her hands stroking down his body, down his abs, then lower and lower again. She pressed against his erection with her open palm and he kissed her almost savagely, not interested in playing or teasing anymore.

“Into our wedding bed, baby.” He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Now.”

She gasped and nodded, her pussy opening wide at his words. God, just thethoughtof him being inside her soaked her completely. The area between her legs felt hot and uncomfortable; she needed to be naked with him, and right away. She couldn’t wait, and when he carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom, kissing and caressing her the whole way, she was grateful that her knees didn’t have to hold her weight, because she’d go crashing down onto her face, for damn sure.

In the bedroom, he set her back on trembling legs, and undressed her slowly, his hands running over her skin as he unwrapped her, revealed her. He knelt down and removed her sexy-as-hell high heels, her silk stockings, the scrap of lace barely covering her pussy, slipped the exquisite white-and-gold gown down her curved hips, her shapely legs, and over her painted toes. He stood again now, cupping her sex, and she gave a cry and pressed against his large hand. He felt her arousal pooling in his palm, and he started to rub her clit gently, watching her face for her reaction.

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