Riders of Tyr 3: Fight On
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Adelina Jaden
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Chapter 1
Book 3: Fight On
Vik
“Thing!” There’s a knock on my door.
I open one eye and it feels as if all the alcohol I drank last night is being poured over my head, bottles and all. Shit, that’s why I don’t drink. I stir and feel an arm draped over my waist as I lie on my stomach.
I slip away and sit on the edge of the bed, cradling my head in my hands. I glance over my shoulder and see a naked girl, her face turned away from me, lying on her stomach with blonde hair splayed across the pillow. She has a ridiculous butterfly tattoo on her ass, but that does nothing to jog my memory of her name.
Not that I care.
I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I stand over the toilet, steadying myself with one hand on the wall. It feels like I’m pissing for hours.
Fucking Vince and his stupid bets. When I’m done, I splash some water on my face and look in the mirror. Okay, I look worse than usual, but frankly, I don’t care.
My fingers trace over my stubble, and I dunk my head under the running water to relieve my pounding headache. I cross the room, not sparing a glance at the woman in my bed, and head straight to the kitchen. I hope some fucker has made coffee or I’ll kill someone.
How do the brothers do this shit all day long? If I hadn’t lost that fucking bet… When I get to the kitchen, I close my eyes to avoid the light streaming in from the window.
“Fuck!” I yell, then immediately shush myself. “No loud noises.”
The smell of coffee reaches me, and I silently thank Tyr for the small joys in life. I open one eye to scan the area. Someone is here and judging by the size and the fact that there’s coffee and something sizzling on the stove, I’m betting it’s Iris.
Unable to focus, I decide to risk it. “Morning, Iris.”
“Morning, Vik. Coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
I flop onto one of the chairs at the big breakfast bar. A cup lands before me, and I wait for it to cool down before gulping it. I turn to Iris and gesture a thank you.
She shakes her head, smiling. Iris is so fucking amazing. How a motherfucking psycho like Rage landed a gem like her is beyond me.
“Wild party last night?” Iris serves me eggs and bacon.
“It would be easier to name the days I don’t party hard.” My voice is hoarse, and I take a sip of coffee. “That’s so good, Iris. You are fucking amazing.”
“What the fuck, bror?” Rage’s voice assaults my eardrums.
“Can’t you be a fucking overbearing asshole at a lower volume?” I sip my coffee.
“When will you stop that filthy habit of coming onto my woman in the freaking kitchen?” Rage is in my face.
“I wasn’t… Was I, Iris?” I plead for her support.
“Eat your breakfast and head to the Thing before Tor starts looking for you.” Iris knows how to handle Rage.
He walks up to her, takes her in his arms, and plants a long kiss on her lips. My forehead creases, and I’m sure it’s the alcohol speaking, but for a brief second, I’m jealous of him. Not because of Iris.
The moment a brother claims her, she becomes family, a little sister of sorts. But the way she looks at him… Man! Must be the alcohol. No wonder I hate that shit.
“Thanks, Iris.” I lift my chin to her.
She smiles back at me and then leaves a peck on Rage’s cheek. I narrow my eyes at this cute sign of affection. This shit is not for you, asshole.
I head straight to the Thing—our gathering for making laws and decisions—still in my black sweatpants and the cup in my hand.
I sit down and mess with my hair. Tor is in his seat and talks with Daniel.
All the brothers are in but for Erik, who has gone nomad for a while, and Vince with Wood, who are across the Bay setting up a porn studio with the Chinese.
“God morgon, bröder.” Tor always reverts to his Swedish when he is deep in thought. “Daniel wants us to know something. Daniel.”
“I will be away for a while.” Daniel messes with his gray beard. “It’s personal and I’ll let you know more when I am back. Bjorn will take over the shit I do in the club.”
“But I am not going near the escort, man.” Bjorn shakes his head.
Bjorn got married three months ago and he will be a father in three more. I scoff but say nothing. He is pussy-whipped, but who blames him?
His Valkyrie, Ava, is a drop-dead gorgeous bitch with a killing streak. I wouldn’t mess with her either.
“I ask Ava to help out,” Daniel says.
“You did what? She is fucking pregnant and you want her to run a brothel?” Bjorn fumes.
“Man.” Tor smiles. “Did you forget she sets up the whole thing? And that two of the biggest earners were her bridesmaids?”
“Hey, fuckers.” I raise my hand. “Is there something more? ’Cause I have a willing pussy back in my bed, a dick that’s getting hard hearing you talk about the escort, and a raging headache that gets worse by your fucking boring shit.”
“You having pussy in your bed and a hard-on isn’t exactly breaking news, Vik,” Tor flips me off. “You are in charge of the Venus Riders Studios, asshole. Some of the girls work on both enterprises and last time I checked, Daniel handles accounting on that too.”
“I’ll talk with Ava.” I empty my cup.
I’m not fucking around when I say I have a hard-on. And Tor isn’t joking when he says I am a spoiled ass when it comes to pussy. I get them all, and they all want me.
Can’t get enough of me.
“Thing over,” Tor declares, and I sigh with relief.
Before I leave, I walk up to Daniel. I like the old fucker; he is like the father I lost early in life. He is usually easygoing and cool, though rumor says he has killed a few enemies of the MC back in the day.
He is the last of the previous generation still in the game. Most have retired, riding for fun, enjoying the fruits of their labor. Those few that are still alive, that is.
Daniel never had a family or a Valkyrie, so he has only the club.
“Daniel.” I stand before him. “Need any help? Want me to tag along?”
“Nah, man. This is something I got to do on my own. I contacted the Hammers in Arizona and they are expecting me.”
“Take care, brother.”
“Will do, brother.”
I make my way to my room and find my bed empty, but I can hear water running in the bathroom. I appreciate cleanliness. I flop onto the bed and drape my arm over my eyes to alleviate the pressure.
The water stops, and I hear footsteps approaching. I don’t look at her, but my body reacts to her proximity. My arousal is palpable just from sensing her nearness.
The bed creaks under her weight, and her hair cascades onto my chest as she leans over me. If she’s hoping for affection, she’s out of luck.
“Head, baby,” I command, gripping myself.
Moments later, a pair of lips envelops me and I groan in pleasure. Perhaps I should ask this one’s name. She does have a talent for this, and that’s worth something.
I sink deeper into the bed as I receive the royal treatment, with her attempting to take all of me into her mouth. A faint smile crosses my face. I love my fucking life!
