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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Thank goodness, none of our other pregnancies had been multiples. After having twins, each additional baby seemed easy in comparison.

“You’re only ten,” Fox grumbled.

Violet planted her little fists on her hips and glared up at her dad. “Yeah, and that’s when you said I could finally get my ears pierced.”

“I didn’t mean the first thing the morning of your birthday.”

Our daughter pressed her hands together and puffed out her bottom lip. “Please, Daddy. The last time I went to watch Mom work, I even picked out the pair of earrings I wanted her to use. This is the present I want the most for my birthday.”

I knew how possessive Fox could be when I married him, so I hadn’t been surprised when he’d put his foot down about my piercing. As long as I wasn’t doing dicks, tits, or pussies, he was cool with me working at Iron Inkworks. Assuming that any male client was connected to the club.

After what had happened with Molly and her stalker, I couldn’t even tell him that he was being ridiculous because all he had to do was remind me of the man who’d put a gun to my sister’s head.

Not that we argued about it much since I was happily busy taking care of my family—the one that was just Fox’s and mine and the one I’d gotten by becoming the old lady to the president of the Iron Rogues. But I still kept up my skills by popping into Iron Inkworks from time to time. And my daughter loved spending time with me while I was there. I wouldn’t be even the tiniest bit surprised if she decided to follow in my footsteps, over her father’s protest just like it’d been with mine.

Luckily, today’s battle over getting her ears pierced was only a small one. Fox was a man of his word, and he hated disappointing his baby girls. So he nodded with a sigh. “Okay, if that’s what you really want, then I guess we can head over to Iron Inkworks before going downtown to the diner for breakfast.”

“Can I get two orders of cinnamon apple french toast?” Jett asked as he wandered into the kitchen, raking his fingers through his tousled hair.

“Absolutely,” I agreed with a smile. “It’s your birthday. You can get their extra-special hot chocolate to go with it if you’d like.”

His eyes widened. “With the whipped cream, sprinkles, marshmallows, and cotton candy on top?”

I nodded. “Yup.”

“Awesome!”

“But not until after Mom and I are done piercing my ears,” Violet reminded.

“Which we’re going to do right now.” I slipped on my shoes and quirked a brow at my husband. “Can you get everyone ready to head to the diner? This shouldn’t take long.”

“Yeah.” He still didn’t look happy as he brushed his lips against mine and whispered, “Take care of our baby girl.”

“Always.”

He pulled his cell phone from his jeans and tapped out a quick text. “One of the prospects is gonna give you two a ride there and back.”

I shook my head with a sigh. “It’s only two blocks away.”

“It’s either that, or you wait until everyone’s ready to head downtown, and we make it a family trip to Iron Inkworks for all of the kids to watch Violet get her ears pierced.”

When he put it that way, it was easy to agree. “A ride there sounds great, but how about you just pick us up as soon as you get the rest of our children corralled.”

“Sure, I can do that, baby.” He gave me another quick kiss. “See you soon.”

It usually took the kids a full hour to get dressed and ready to head out the door, but he must’ve rushed them along because they showed up a few minutes after I finished Violet’s piercings. She was busy twisting her head back and forth to stare at them in the mirror and barely noticed when her dad stopped behind her to tell her how pretty they looked.

“How’d it go?” he asked when I sidled up to him and laced our fingers together.

I knew he’d been worried about her being in pain, even if only for a second or two. “She did great.”

“Our babies are growing up too fast,” he complained.

Tilting my head back to smile up at him, I whispered, “Don’t worry, you’ll have another one in the nursery in about seven months.”

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