Chapter Seven
He waited for Jinx to make up a story, letting his thumbs rub along her hips.
She was a tiny thing compared to him. Her blonde hair hung down her back in loose waves.
He wanted to wrap his fist around and hold while he claimed her lips.
When her green eyes lit with fire, he promised himself he’d see them light up with passion as he fucked her.
Last night, when he’d sat at the bar, nursing a drink, his eyes had watched her curvy figure hustle back and forth serving drinks with efficiency. Not once had she flirted or acted with disdain toward any of the customers who’d hit on her.
“I...I thought you’d be a complete asshole who’d be a fuck ’em and leave ’em type.”
Her honesty thawed the ice around his heart. “Oh, I do like to fuck, Vakker. Trust and believe that, if you believe nothing else.”
She did a slow perusal of his body, making his dick jump beneath the fly of his denim. “I have no doubt you do, Mr. Larsen.”
Reaching up with his right hand, he tangled it in her thick hair, giving a light tug. “Mr. Larsen is my father. You can call me Sir or Daddy if you want.”
He bent and covered her lips with his, silencing the words she’d begun to say.
His hand on her hip held her close to him while the one in her hair eased, palming the back of her head.
He brushed his lips over hers, sliding back and forth, then licked over them.
Finally, he bit her full bottom lip, taking advantage of her open mouth to slide his tongue inside.
She moaned, accepting his invasion with a swipe of her tongue over his.
By the time he pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
Viking pressed his forehead against hers, blinked his eyes open to find her staring up at him with dazed green eyes.
“I’m so not calling you daddy,” she whispered.
Her words made a laugh bubble up in him. “Come on, my feisty Jinx. Let’s get you properly dressed for our ride before you make all my gentlemanly intentions go out the window.”
She snorted but slid her hand into his, following him over to a room off to the side.
By the time they got dressed, they would be sweating, but Viking would make sure she was covered from head to toe with the warmest gear before they headed out.
No way would he risk Jinx getting frostbite or sick because he’d been an idiot.
“Holy shit. This is next-level crazy,” she muttered.
He looked around them. The gear room didn’t amaze him, but most others didn't have experience with the organization his father insisted on. He’d been to locker rooms of several NFL teams with similar setups.
“My dad figured it was easier to find our shit if it were all in one place. When we come in from a ride, we leave it out in the bay to dry. My father’s groundskeeper gets them cleaned and then puts them back into the proper place afterward. ”
“Okay, Richie Rich,” she joked, shoulder bumping him.
“Hey, I like that show.”
She clapped. “Me, too.”
He motioned for her to follow him, indicating the leather sitting area marked with Solange’s name. “Have a seat, Vakker.”
Viking helped her dress in snowpants, and as he’d assumed, she was a perfect fit in his sister’s gear. He stood back, admiring his handiwork. “Damn, you look sexy even layered in thick snowpants. How do you feel?”
Jinx did a couple of lunges. “These are great. Now it’s your turn. Go get dressed, before I overheat and have to take all this off.”
He wiggled his brows, loving the blush that covered her face.
“You stop it,” she said, poking him in the chest.
He moved down the wall to his own set of snow gear, hurrying to dress. The last time he’d taken a woman snowmobiling had been...shit, it had been years. Damn, he realized it had been before he’d married.
Fifteen minutes later, he and Jinx moved toward the rows of snowmobiles. He decided they’d take the two Arctic Cats in front, making it easy for them to exit the bay and get on the road. He went through safety instructions, unsurprised when Jinx showed him she knew how to start the sled.
“Follow me. I’ll take us to the closest trail,” Viking spoke to Jinx through the helmets.
“Lead the way, Captain.”
“Woman, you’re really cruising for a spanking.
” Viking closed his lips, wondering how she’d react to his words.
Unlike some of his brothers, he wasn’t a Dom in all aspects of his life, but he did enjoy a bit of play.
He certainly loved being in charge when it came to sex.
The thought of putting Jinx over his knees and seeing his handprint on her milky white skin. Yeah, his dick liked the idea of that.
“I spank back, buster.” She lifted her hand in the air, mimicking the act of swatting.
He shook his head and revved the engine of his Arctic Cat. “If I’m going too fast, let me know.”
Jinx bobbed her head, but he imagined her rolling those gorgeous green eyes at him.
The woman tempted and teased him at every turn, yet beneath the tough veneer lay vulnerability.
She’d been hurt. His need to protect roared to the surface, making him want to wrap her up in bubble wrap and promise he’d take care of her.
He had to force himself to stop the words as soon as they surfaced.
She’d surely kick him in the nuts the second he said them and then walk away.
Viking looked over his shoulder, waiting until Jinx exited the building before shutting the door.
Once she idled next to him, he guided them toward the path leading into the woods with trails he and his family rode.
He chose a familiar trail that would give Jinx a thrill without being too risky.
Luckily for them, the weather was nice but still cold enough for them to ride across the frozen lakes.
“Oh my god, this is awesome,” she squealed.
After a couple of hours, they circled back. Viking knew she’d be sore if he kept them out much longer. He’d given her a break halfway through their ride at one of their ice houses. Her joy and awe at the little cabin his family had placed on the ice made him laugh.
As they rode up to the large building, he squinted, recognizing Samson’s SUV next to his own truck.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” he muttered.
“Who is it?”
He cursed under his breath, wishing he had kept silent.
“That would be my older brother. He didn’t say anything about coming out today.”
Viking should’ve known the asshole would’ve seen on the video feed that he’d brought a woman out. The little shit more than likely couldn’t wait to do something stupid, like stick his nose in Viking’s business.
“You don’t sound happy he’s here?”
He stayed silent, knowing anything else would make him sound like a dick or a child. His brother brought out the worst in him. Instead, he pressed the button to open the door so they could enter, figuring the asshole would hear and come running out to investigate.
Like a pro, Jinx eased her sled in next to his, shutting it down like she’d been riding for years instead of a few hours.
The moment they shut off their engines, silence filled the space.
He began taking his helmet off and slid off the machine, helping Jinx do the same.
He placed his helmet on the handlebars and turned to her.
“Whoa,” she gasped, stumbling into him.
He caught her against his chest, one arm going around her back. “Easy. I got you.”
“It’s like I got sea legs or something.” Her words came out in a husky whisper. She blinked up at him.
Viking stared down at her beautiful face, with its rosy cheeks and bright, shiny eyes. Her lips were a pretty bow shape, with a natural pink hue. He wanted to feel their softness under his own. He bent closer. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Yes, please,” she murmured.
Fuck, she couldn’t know what her words did to a man like him. He wanted to see her lying naked, spread out on his bed, saying those words as he fucked her.
He forced himself to bury those thoughts for now.
Holding onto her hip with one hand, he slid the other up her back until he could grip the back of her head in the other and lowered his face until they were a whisper apart.
Her breath hitched as he brushed their lips together, once, twice, and then he licked across the seam, taking advantage when she opened to sweep inside.
They both groaned as the kiss grew heated. Viking heard unmistakable thuds, as if someone were walking and trying not to make too much noise. In his line of work with the MC, he’d been trained always to be alert.
He lifted his head slowly, taking in the dazed look in Jinx’s eyes along with the swollen lips he wanted to devour more. “My brother is coming this way, Vakker. I’d hate for him to find me with my tongue down your throat. It might make him jealous.”
If possible, Jinx blushed even redder, but she didn’t push him away.
“Is he like you?” she asked, tipping her head to the side.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been in this area for five years. I’m pretty sure if you have a brother who is anything like you, I’d remember meeting him,” she explained.
Viking smiled. “Are you saying I’m unforgettable?”
She slapped his chest. He pretended to grunt as if she hurt him.
“Ah, I see the two of you made it back. And who is the lovely lady you have with you, Bekkett?”
Viking shifted so Jinx stood beside him, keeping one arm around her. “Jinx, this is my brother Samson.”
Jinx didn’t move from his side, raising her hand in a slight wave. “Hi, Samson. Bekkett told me a lot about your family. It’s nice to meet one of you.”
Oh, his woman is good. She said a lot in a few sentences without saying too much.
His brother’s Colgate white smile dimmed slightly, catching onto the fact she’d put him in place with her words.
Of course, Samson wasn’t one to give up that easily.
“Are you from around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before. ”
Jinx shrugged one shoulder, her body stiffening. “We don’t really run in the same social circles.”
Samson placed his hand over his heart. “I must change that. Once this guy heads back South, I want you to know you can count on our family anytime. A friend of Bekkett’s is a friend of the Larsen’s.”
Viking growled, wanting to punch the little shit in his smug face. “What are you doing down here, Samson?”
“I came down to check on some equipment and noticed your truck was here, and two of the sleds were missing. I thought I’d hang out and wait for you. Are the two of you coming for dinner tonight?” His eyes moved from Viking to Jinx, lingering too long on the woman next to Viking for his own good.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but we have plans, bro.” Viking moved with Jinx anchored to his side, both of them heading toward the hooks where the winter gear hung.
“That is sad to hear. I’m sure Mother would’ve loved to meet your friend,” Samson said, trailing off at the end.
“See you later, Samson.” Viking wasn’t going to give his brother the satisfaction of more conversation. He was an asshole on good days, a total prick on others.
“Hey, Jinx. When you want to level up, give me a call. I promise not to be a fakakta like my baby brother,” Samson called. His footfalls echoed as he walked away.
Jinx looked up at him with a question in her gaze.
“My brother likes to speak in riddles, using our Norwegian heritage like a weapon. Fakakta means messed up, broken, or crappy. If you don’t want to be with the broken brother, give him a call.”
“What an absolute dickhead,” she muttered.
Viking chuckled. “Yeah.”
“I think he has short man syndrome.” Jinx nodded, looking in the direction Samson had left.
“Um, what?”
“You know, short man?”
He shook his head, frowning.
“Short man syndrome, or the Napoleon complex, describes the idea that shorter men overcompensate for feelings of inferiority due to their height through aggressive, domineering, or overly competitive behavior, though it's a social stereotype, not a clinical diagnosis. Studies show taller men can be more aggressive when provoked. At the same time, some research suggests shorter men might use compensatory behaviors for survival and mating advantages. Many of these men also suffer from small penis syndrome. Do you know if he does?” she asked, leaning in close. “Does he suffer from that?”
Viking tossed his head back, a laugh echoing around them.