The Devil’s Viking (The Road Devils MC #3)

Chapter Seventeen

Iris had just plumped up the cushions on the sofa in one of the crash rooms and she was now desperately trying to find something else to do to keep her mind off Viking. Every time she thought about him, a throbbing ache started between her legs, she got breathless and vacant, she had to fight down the urge to just dash across the parking lot to the tattoo parlour and attack him where he stood. For the first time in her life, she understood what amazing sex did to you: it made you want it more and more. It made you addicted to it, and to the person who gave it to you.

Not that she and Viking had actually had full sex – for the past two nights they’d done everything else under the sun – but that was going to change as of tonight. Tonight, she was going to let him into her body fully, and she was almost beside herself with anticipation.

He’d asked her over and over again if she was sure that this is what she wanted and if she was ready, and she kept saying ‘yes’ over and over again. The truth was that it felt like she’d been waiting her entire life for this man, for everything that he gave her and did to her. She’d waited long enough.

And somehow she still had to get through the evening before she could go upstairs, close his bedroom door, and be with him.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Iris spun, almost losing her balance and falling to the sofa behind her. There he was, strong and sexy, just smouldering at her from the door – and wearing a suit.

“What the –” she blinked in astonishment. “Why are you wearing that ?”

“I have a meeting with the bank in an hour, and I find showing up in my club cut puts them off loaning me money.”

“You need a loan for something?”

“Just a small one for the apartment renovations, and I already got it. Today I just have to sign some final paperwork, the dotting i’s and crossing t’s stuff. Formalities but still – I don’t want to give them any reasons to kick up my interest rates.”

Iris was still staring at him, barely hearing his words: how was it possible for the man to look so damn good all the damn time? It didn’t matter if he was in jeans and tight black t-shirt, or naked in her arms, or in a dark suit and tie, the man was just walking, talking sex on legs.

“Well, you look great,” she managed. “Very handsome.”

“Yeah?” He flashed her that cocky grin. “You like me in a suit?”

“Oh, yes. But I like you out of one, too.”

“I’ll be out of it later, baby.” He gave her a long, lingering look, those brown eyes moving up and down her body. “And you’d better believe that I’ll be getting you out of every scrap of your clothing.”

Her knees were almost giving out under her as she thought about making love with Viking later. She had no idea how she wasn’t going to spontaneously combust between now and then: her desire was soaking her panties, her pussy was fluttering and pulsing. She was actually close to climax just from looking at him, and she flushed.

He knew it, too, he knew that she was turned on as hell. Slowly, making sure she knew what he was going to do, he closed the door and locked it, then he walked over to her.

“So,” he said in a conversational tone. “You asked me once about these crash rooms being for entertainment purposes.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly as his hands splayed over her hips. “I did.”

“So why don’t you let me entertain you – just for a few minutes?”

Words were proving too challenging right now, so instead she nodded. Whatever he was going to do to her, she was already totally OK with it. She was always going to be OK with it.

Viking lifted her loose cotton dress over her waist, slid her underwear down her trembling thighs. He pushed her backwards gently until she fell to the sofa, and he knelt between her splayed legs. Without a word, without a second’s delay, he lowered his mouth to her and she moaned, long and loud, when he stroked her clit.

She was already so hot, so ready, and her orgasm rose faster than she’d ever known. Viking slid his hands under her ass and pulled her to his mouth almost roughly. His eyes went smoky with lust when he saw her undeniable arousal – her pussy lips were glistening, her clit hard and swollen.

“Fuck, baby,” he said in wonder. “So beautiful.” He buried his face between her legs and inhaled her musky scent, and that turned her on even more. “You want to come on my tongue?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, God, Viking… yes.”

That wicked mouth lowered again and Iris shut her eyes. He already knew exactly what to do to her, knew how to make her crazy. He lapped at her with long and hard strokes, holding her open with his thumbs to reach every part of her most sensitive, secret flesh. When he trapped her sweet little bud between his lips, she gave a low cry and covered her mouth when she remembered the bar full of MC guys and patrons just down the hall.

“You going to scream?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Then you scream my name.” His tongue pressed on her clit again and she started to lose her mind. “You hear me?”

“Viking…” She arched into his hands, her release starting deep in her belly already.

“Louder.” He lazily circled her taut bundle, spreading her arousal around and around. “I want my name in your mouth when you come in mine.”

His words had an amazing effect on her: it was as if he’d plunged his cock inside her body in a hard, demanding stroke. She felt his words as sure as she felt his hands and mouth, and her whole body convulsed as she came with a strangled scream.

“Viking!” Iris gripped the cushions beneath her, her body reaching for the ceiling as she tried to get even closer to him. “Viking!”

Viking was shocked at how fast it had happened, and he kept his eyes fixed on her face as she rode the white-hot sensations. Her body was shaking under his hands, her pussy was wetter and hotter and sweeter than he’d ever seen or tasted it. She called his name again and again, and it was like it was torn from somewhere deep inside her, someplace that had never before seen the light of day. She was completely abandoned, she was gone from her body and all Viking wanted to do was watch her like this forever.

Iris collapsed suddenly, just went limp and silent, and he quickly moved up her body.

“Iris?”

She turned her head and moaned.

“Hey, baby?” He stroked her hair. “Come on back to me, OK?”

Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she stared at him. He smiled down at her, and when he kissed her, Iris tasted herself on his lips. She moaned again.

“You’re trying to kill me,” she said weakly. “Aren’t you?”

He laughed. “No way, baby. I’m not killing you before tonight.”

“So you’re planning on killing me tonight?”

He pulled her to a sitting position and took her in his arms. “Can you think of a better way to go?”

“Ummm. Maybe not.” She took a deep breath. “God, that was… amazing .”

“Yeah?” He pushed her tumbled hair back. “You OK?”

“Uh-huh. Just – just exhausted.”

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly felt guilty. She’d been up at her usual ungodly hour that morning, after almost two weeks of stress and working hard to get her feet under her. And now here he was, jumping on her when she still had to clock two more hours of her shift, and he was draining what little energy she probably had. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

She smiled. “Get me to my feet, babe. I’ll be fine. Just drop me off in the bathroom over there.”

Viking paused at the unexpected endearment, decided that he really liked it. “Come on.”

He picked her up and carried her to the attached bathroom. He put her down gently, then made sure that she was OK to stand on her own. She sighed deeply when she saw herself in the mirror.

“Man,” she said, tugging her dress back down, reminded herself to pick up her underwear off the damn floor. “I’m a mess.”

“Oh, baby.” He shook his head affectionately. “This is nothing compared to the mess you’re going to be later.”

“Promise?”

“It’s more than a promise.” He wrapped his arms around her, marvelling again at how small she was. “It’s a damn guarantee.”