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CHAPTER TWO
Devlin unwrappedhis fist from the blonde hair of the newest addition of the Iron Vikings MC sweetbutts.He let go of her head, her nostrils no longer tickling his public hairs. Allison let his dick slip out of her mouth, moaning like the pro that she unmistakingly was.
She bit her bottom lip, but other than that, held her kneeling position in front of him. He put his hand through his longer hair on the left side of his scalp and then over the short, buzzed side of hair on the right side. Allison put his dick back into his jeans for him and smiled as she redid his buttons. “That was amazing, Dev. Can’t wait to do that again. Perhaps I can stay for a while?”
Alarm bells went off at her attempt to stay in his room at the Iron Vikings MC clubhouse. He had to put some distance between them. He’d figured that as a sweetbutt, he would be safe from having the talk with her about not catching feelings. Allison was a recent addition to the club, so maybe she wasn’t as up to speed as he thought she was.
“Look. You know what we’ve talked about earlier, don’t you? I’m not looking for anything. I never stick to just one girl. That’s why I keep to fuckin’ club girls.”
Allison nodded. “I know. But there aren’t a lot of guys in the club who are into the same things as you. I love how demanding you are. How you make me feel when you—”
He had an inkling that his words fell upon deaf ears. “You’re a sweetheart, Allison. You really are. But I’m an asshole.” He put on a shirt from the edge of the bed before he opened the door to his room.
She’d seemed happy, fucking almost every brother in this club in the past few months. Had that been all for show?
“I know. You’re just like the rest of them. Only with a bigger dick,” she said as she stormed off.
A small voice he recognized said from the hallway, “Ew, I could have done without that knowledge. Thank you very much.”
“Hey, sis. Whatcha doin’ out in this dump?” Devlin said as his sister Nora rounded the corner. He was glad he’d already had straightened his clothes.
He wished his sisters would just listen to him for once and would stay away from the club. This clubhouse was the last place he wanted Nora to hang out. She was too sweet and delicate. Too trusting. He loved his club brothers. He’d put his life on the line for any of them. But they were assholes, just like him.
“I’m here to pick you up and take you out to lunch.”
He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember if he’d forgotten their lunch date.
She giggled and said, “It’s meant as a surprise. I wanted to thank you for—”
He interrupted her. “You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart.”
Nora’s big gray eyes watered as she hugged him. “You don’t want to hear it, because you’re even a bigger wuss than I am. You’re just afraid you might end up crying.”
He laughed and hugged her a little tighter before he let go. His twenty-year-old sister got him there.
Devlin shared a special bond with Nora even though they had seventeen years between them. He’d always felt the need to stick up for Nora, as the shy and reserved twin next to her outgoing and not-taking-shit-from-anyone twin sister, Catriona.
Nora and his youngest brother, Finn, were the only siblings out of the five siblings still living at home. He couldn’t blame Finn. If Devlin were the baby of the family, seventeen years old, the apple of his mother’s eye and unaware of half the things their father put them through, he’d probably done the same.
His sister Nora was simply too sweet to leave their screwed-up parents behind and live her life the way she deserved. She probably felt sorry for their mother to leave her alone with their bastard of a father.
Devlin had recently paid for her college intuition, making sure Nora would put herself first for once and chase her dreams. He needed to do more underground MMA fights to do so, but he would do anything for his family.
“Okay, so I’m taking you out for lunch. Maybe we can go fish at our spot after lunch?” Nora asked.
It had been too long since they sat by the river, talking about nothing and everything. He ruffled her chestnut hair as he said, “Yeah. Let’s do that, kid.”
Devlin liked calling his three youngest siblings ‘kid’. He wouldn’t try to do so with his brother Kieran, but Nora smiled at the nickname.
In the first five years of Devlin’s life, his father had been AWOL. Rob Walker had the nerve to come back to Devlin’s mother, Brenda, who welcomed him with open arms. This back and forth went on for decades.
Devlin had figured long ago that the two-timing, narcissistic lying bastard had been stepping out on his mother whenever he would be gone for months and sometimes even years on end.
Devlin had been seventeen when his father came crawling back for the umpteenth time, swearing he’d changed and declaring he would move back into the house and spend the rest of his life with them. It was then that Devlin found out that his mom had gotten pregnant with Catriona and Nora, while in hindsight, Rob was still together with the woman he’d left them for in the first place.
Devlin couldn’t believe the nerve of Rob to even show up again at their home, trying to pick up where he’d left. Devlin had been the man of the house, taking care of his heartsick mother and his twelve-year-old brother. He wasn’t having it.
He had shoved Rob out of the house, only to be hindered by his crying mother, begging him to stop going at his father. That had been the day he’d left home, joined his friend Zeus and prospected for the Iron Vikings MC. He never looked back and only kept in touch with his siblings.
