Ice (Iron Rogues MC #6) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Insta-Love, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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Some of the tension leaked from his tall, muscular frame. “Good girl.”

Holy heck, my inner walls clenched at the compliment. “I do Molly’s and Delilah’s hair, so I’ve heard a few things about the Iron Rogues.”

“You do hair?” His gaze raked over me, lingering on my long black locks. “Makes sense. Yours is fucking fantastic.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Thanks.”

“Never thought I’d be jealous of a prospect, but now I wish I was the one our prez sends out with his old lady,” he murmured.

“How come?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

“’Cause then I woulda met you a fuck of a lot sooner.” He gestured to his banged-up body. “And in better condition than this.”

My cheeks were still hot when a biker pulled up next to us. Killing his engine, he knocked the kickstand with his boot before climbing off his motorcycle. “Shit, man, you look better than I expected. Blade’s on his way to the hospital. Dragged my ass away from my wife and kid thinking you were gonna be near death’s door when I got here.”

“Tried to control my bike the best I could once I realized I was going down, Whiskey.” Ice shrugged. “Not that it did much good. The brakes were shit.”

“Fucking hell,” Whiskey growled.

“Yup,” Ice grunted, shooting a look at me. “But at least I got to be rescued by an angel.”

Rolling my eyes, I whispered, “Stop. I didn’t do anything except check on you and call your club.”

Two more guys pulled up in a truck. Whiskey lifted his chin in greeting as my blush deepened. “Wrecker and Wolf are gonna load your bike up and take it back to the shop.”

Both guys climbed out, and the one behind the wheel said, “Drop the gate, Wolf. I wanna grab the bike and get outta here.”

“Will do,” Wolf muttered as he headed to the back of the truck.

“Ambulance is right behind us,” Wrecker warned. “Called for one once I knew we’d beat them here.”

“I don’t need a fucking ambulance,” Ice grumbled.

Wrecker shrugged. “Sorry, man. Blade said to call one. That you needed to be checked out more thoroughly than he could do at the compound’s clinic.”

“Motorcycle accidents are no joke,” Wolf added.

Ice looked as though he was going to argue, but the wail of a siren stopped him from saying anything else. He just reached out to interlace his fingers through mine and waited for the paramedics to exit the ambulance while the guys quietly worked to load his motorcycle into the back of the truck.

Now that the cavalry had arrived—times two—I probably should have left. But something about Ice made me want to stick around. At least long enough to know that he’d be okay.

3

ICE

My angel’s hand was engulfed by my much larger one, yet we fit together perfectly. She was small and dainty, and even from our sitting positions, I could tell that she was at least a foot shorter than my six-foot, three-inch height.

Her beautiful, deep green eyes were bright but filled with worry for me, which caused warmth to spread through my chest. One look at her curves had fire sparking in other areas, and my cock swelled, adding to my pain.

Jet-black hair hung in gentle waves down to her belly button. My hands itched to run through the thick, shiny tresses. I wanted to feel its softness and to tug until I pulled her head back, giving me access to her rosy, plush lips and slender throat.

The intense colors of her hair, eyes, and lips accentuated her pale, creamy skin, and I had the urge to lap at it like a cat indulging in a bowl of cream. These thoughts shocked the hell out of me but didn’t scare me. Instead, they filled me with certainty. This woman was mine.

My focus on my angel was broken when the paramedics crouched down beside me. She pulled her hand gently, but I refused to let it go. I wasn’t ready to be separated from her. Besides, I still needed to find out who she was.

I answered the EMT’s questions and let them help me onto a stretcher to take me over to the ambulance.

Honestly, I could have walked and would normally have forced the issue. But I was taking advantage of the concern written all over my girl’s face.

“Come with me,” I demanded, giving her a pleading expression.

She bit her lip, and my core clenched in anticipation of doing the same thing. “I don’t know. My car—”

“One of my brothers will take care of it,” I assured her, my grip on her hand forcing her to follow me into the back of the ambulance. Since we were still connected, she sat beside me on the stretcher.

Wrecker appeared at the open doors and gestured toward her vehicle. “Go ahead. We’ll take it to—” I shot him a meaningful look, and he broke off abruptly, understanding what I wasn’t saying. “We’ll make sure it’s taken care of.”



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