Angel: Dark MC Romance: Iron Vikings MC 4

Chapter 2

Not only did this shy girl sitting on top of the stainless steel countertop remind Angel of a juicy strawberry, but the tastebuds on his tongue also twirled in excitement since Nora tasted exactly like one.

Her needy voice as she spoke his name made his dick weep against the unrelenting zipper of his jeans.

“What do you need, Sweets?”

Angel hoped she would finally let her hair down for once and give into their unmistaken insane chemistry. Memories popped up of teenage Nora scurrying through the compound gates on her first day at IVMC, going out of her way to draw as little attention to her as possible.

Much unlike her twin sister, Cat, who stole Turtle”s dirt bike for a joy ride on their first family gathering at the club, while Nora, the mousy girl with the cute freckles, almost broke down in tears when one of his brothers merely breathed her way.

As his club brother Devlin”s younger sister, Nora wasn’t his problem and for a long time, Angel didn’t give the timid girl any second thought. In the past few years, however, the Walker twins grew up into two remarkable and undisputedly gorgeous young women.

“Tell me what you need,” he said before giving the flushed skin of the apple of her cheek a little kiss.

Nora didn’t answer, honoring the nickname the club had given her at age thirteen. She may have been labeled as the ‘Quiet One’, Nora couldn’t hide the fire behind her eyes from Angel. He’d watched her closely on multiple occasions when shit had hit the fan over the years.

Like that time when former prospect Rick attacked Nora’s twin in the clubhouse yard. While all eyes were trained on Cat biting off a piece of Rick’s face like some cannibal maniac, Angel had been enthralled by the typical girl next door comforting her sister.

Nora had been sweet, but above all, almost perfectly skilled in hiding her smoldering anger. It opened Angel’s eyes that there was more than meets the eye with Nora.

Over the years, he’d kept his distance from America’s sweetheart.

But how could he do so now she’s practically begging him to taste her? With her perfect tits pressing against his chest? And when he can hear her breathing pick up with every little kiss upon her skin?

It’s been eight years since he’d first laid eyes on her. While he’d ignored Nora in her teenage years, she’d blossomed into a gorgeous woman he simply couldn’t overlook.

Twenty-one.

She’d turned officially twenty-one last night, so his tongue sweeping over her bottom lip shouldn’t feel this sinful.

“Angel…”

He took advantage of Nora opening her lips, pressing his tongue inside her warm mouth, finding her tongue instantly. She surprised him by taking the lead, softly stroking her wet tongue against his.

A groan escaped his lips when she shifted and curled her fingertips around his longer hair on top of his head. Her grip wasn’t shy at all. If anything, she went all in.

Angel stood, dropping the stool with a bang on the floor. He let her bloody foot fall to his side, stepping in between her half naked legs. He pressed his hardness exactly where he dreamed of entering, growling against her lips, angry at himself as he knew he should stop.

This illusion of not only tasting, but completely owning and corrupting this good girl should remain a dirty fantasy. He would never settle down, and certainly not with Nora Walker, the sweet younger sister of his club brother Devlin, and her sisters Brass Balls and Whirlwind.

Not that their reaction or what any other fucker in this club might have to say bothered him. He couldn’t care less about that shit. But he knew he wasn’t good enough for Nora. She should stay as far away as possible from him.

As he broke their kiss, Nora groaned while reclaiming his lips once more. He knew he was an asshole for even starting this shit since he’d seen her eyeing him over the years.

He would be lying if that didn’t make him showboat a little extra tonight, as he was about to fuck Molly upon the pool table, just to get the thought of Nora’s wide gray eyes out of his mind.

Only to find her standing next to them at the pool table, hopping with a bloody foot in the air. That reminded him.

Angel stepped back and grabbed the fallen stool from the kitchen floor. He sat down, evading her stare burning a hole in his head. Had there ever been a girl who’d made him this uncomfortable?

The late president of this club, Annas, had baptized him Angel as soon as he earned his cut at age eighteen, almost fifteen years ago. The brothers had joked about his angelic white hair and clean-cut appearance, knowing perfectly well the fa?ade didn’t match his character.

“Why did you stop?”

Angel looked up, his heart missing a beat as their eyes met.

“I remembered who I am.”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t let my road name fool you, Sweets. I’m no?—”

“Stop calling me Sweets. I’m not one of your club girls.”

He blinked, stunned she told him. “I know.”

“Just forget it.” She wriggled on top of the counter, like she wanted to hop off.

He held her in place with his hand on top of her smooth thigh. “One sec. I’ll grab the first aid kit.”

Angel fetched the first aid kit from under the sink. After washing his hands and cleaning the tweezers with alcohol, he retook his seat and removed the glass shard in a heartbeat. He checked the sole of her foot if he got everything out and when satisfied, cleaned the wound with antibiotic jelly.

His actions must have hurt, but since she didn’t even flinch, he glanced up and found her biting her plump bottom lip.

“You’re doing amazin’ Swee—eh, darlin’.”

If it wasn’t for the little pull of her upper lip, he wouldn’t have guessed she’d heard him.

He found a big enough bandage for her wound and finished his handy work with a roll of gauze and paper tape.

They sat in silence for a minute, his thumb caressing her ankle while he packed away the gauze with his other hand.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Sure thing, darlin’. Whatever you need, just holler and I’ll be there.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her smokey eyes.

Angel leaned in, his lips hovering over hers. “I mean it, Nora. Whatever you need.”

To make sure she understood, he claimed her mouth with a red-hot kiss. She gasped into his mouth before meeting his tongue with sensual strokes.

“Angel! We need you to eat out Zara for Hunter.”

Molly’s nasal voice echoed through the kitchen against the industrial stainless steel.

Nora tried to break away, but Angel wouldn’t let her. He fisted her chestnut hair, holding her in place as he kept kissing her like this was their last night on lockdown and she would magically disappear at midnight.

“Sure. Ignore me. Asshole!” Molly yelled.

The kitchen door banged shut, leaving them alone again.

Nora bit his bottom lip, surprising him once again.

“You’re a little jump fire,” he said against her lips with a smile.

“A what?”

“Those wildfires starting ahead of a larger fire, you know, before shit really hits the fan. You think you’re safe, handling it, but suddenly Nora Walker is everywhere, setting the world on fire.”

She made his dick even harder with the sweetest giggle he’d ever heard.

“I’m just me,” she said.

“There’s no ‘just’ about you, babe. Pff, you blow my mind.”

“What the fuck is going on here?” Brass Balls said as she trotted into the kitchen.

Nora pushed Angel’s shoulders, and he reluctantly gave her some space.

“I-I just got up to get some water, but I stepped into some glass.”

Angel noticed how quickly Nora retreated into her shell, even when talking to her half-sister Gwenn. Sure, they gave Gwenn the road name Brass Balls for a reason. As the Prez’s Old Lady, she’d earned respect among his brothers by not only taking on the role as the Club Queen, but also saving Demon’s life when she still worked as a P.I.

“Shit. Let me see,” Brass Balls said.

He watched Nora blush as Gwenn came up to them. It irritated him how he wanted to own each and every blush from Nora from now on. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed with himself. These irrational thoughts came out of nowhere and needed to disappear into thin air again.

“I’ve already helped your sister, Brass Balls. If you ladies would excuse me, I’m invited for a little dessert on the pool table.”

Nora’s eyes narrowed for a nanosecond before she diverted her gaze. He knew his words would hurt Nora. But he much rather hurt her now as a warning than break her heart later on.

Angel walked into the bar, not in the least interested in any of the club whores. He ignored Ace asking him to join him and Gisele on the couch, walking straight over to the stairs.

He closed his door after entering his room, making clear he wasn’t up for anything tonight. Angel fell face down upon his bed, groaning into his pillow.

“Fuck!”

After finally having a taste of the forbidden fruit, how could he ever get her out of his head now?