“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’sgear. 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 womanout. 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.
