Fox (Iron Rogues MC #2) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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“I’ll bring you a little snack in a few minutes,” she told Dahlia with a wink. My woman’s eyes lit up, and I smiled as I led her out to the common room and settled her on the couch with a blanket and her e-reader.

A few minutes later, Maverick came down from his room and talked his pregnant old lady into joining mine.

“How’s it going with the plans for the new house?” I asked as we watched our wives whisper to each other and giggle. Maverick had surprised Molly by buying an empty lot in Iron Rogues territory a couple of months ago, and their home was currently being built.

“Molly is having fun picking everything out. I’m just anxious for it to be done and for us to have our own space.”

“I get it.” The only reason my home had been done before his was because I was the president so it had been prioritized first.

The front door opened, and a gust of chilly wind swept through the room. It was a colder winter than usual for southern Tennessee. I glared at Dahlia’s dad as he ushered his old lady inside, followed by his two youngest kids.

“Just because your daughters are married to the prez and VP doesn’t mean you can just barge in anytime you want.” Mac had unexpectedly “dropped by” a few times since I’d been with Dahlia. I highly doubted his claims that he had business in the area and suspected he was checking up to make sure his girls were being treated right. Not that I blamed him, I’d probably do the same with my daughters. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give him shit over it.

“He was invited, Kye,” Dahlia sighed as she hopped up from the couch to hug her mother.

I grumbled but didn’t bait her dad any further since I’d promised my wife that I’d get along with him at the party.

He’d made no such promise though, so he pricked at my patience endlessly throughout the shindig. By the time everyone left, my jaw ached from grinding it all day to hold my tongue.

Dahlia owed me, and I fully intended to collect.

When we sat down to eat our Christmas dinner, we were startled by the back door banging against the wall as it was shoved open. Storm stumbled in, carrying a woman in his arms. “Blade!” he shouted. “Need your help. Now!”

Blade jumped up from his spot at the table and rushed over to Storm, taking the shaking woman from him. He froze for a second as he stared down at her, shock washing over his face before his expression became one I was very familiar with. Then he glanced at Storm and grimaced.

“Clinic,” he grunted before turning and stalking down a hall that led to his medical office.

Dahlia leaned toward me, a frown on her gorgeous face. “Did I just see Blade struck by Cupid’s arrow?”

I rolled my eyes at her expression but nodded in confirmation.

“That’s great!” She smiled, then her brow drew down in confusion. “Why did that make him mad?”

“Because of who she is,” I answered. Chuckling, I silently wished Blade good luck with that complication. Suddenly, my situation with Dahlia’s dad didn't seem so bad.

“Well?” Dahlia huffed when I didn’t continue. “Who is she?”

I grinned and shook my head. “Storm’s little sister.”

“I should keep you on the brink of coming for as long as I had to put up with your dad today,” I grunted as I gently pushed Dahlia’s torso down so she was holding her weight on her forearms with her delectable ass high in the air.

She was dripping down her thighs from being teased for the last half hour. I’d worked her to the edge, then let her fall back before doing it again. Over and over.

“Please, Kye,” she pleaded, her voice ragged and her breathing choppy.

“Keep begging me, baby. Don’t think I didn’t notice you teasing me all day, either.” Dahlia had stolen touches whenever she could, sometimes even pressing her hand against my dick for a moment as she walked by. She’d looked at me with a sly smile over her shoulder when she wiggled her ass while sitting on my lap. When I set her beside me to avoid coming in my pants in the middle of the lounge with our family all around, she’d let out a tiny whimper and squeezed her legs together. It had taken all my strength not to drag her upstairs and fuck her.

I slapped my palm down on one of her pale ass cheeks, and heat shot to my dick at the sight of the red handprint I left behind. “You were a naughty girl today, Dahlia.” I smacked the other cheek and smiled smugly when she tried to hold in her moan. She was very adventurous in bed, so I hadn’t been shocked the first time I made her come just by spanking her and petting her pussy.


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