Viking stared down at her beautiful face, with its rosy cheeks and bright, shiny eyes. Her lips were apretty 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 thisway, 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?”
