LOKI

We enter my room.

She’s naked.

I’m hard.

She had my kid.

Fuck.

“What’s her name?”

“Piper,” she whispers.

“You never thought to tell me?”

“I called you, several times,” she mumbles.

“I should have never…”

She glares at me. “Don’t you dare. I don’t regret it. Not one second of what we had that night. She’s my everything, Loki. Everything,” she emphasizes.

I sit on the bed, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.

She kneels before me and puts her hands on my hips and vies for my attention by getting in my line of sight.

“I don’t regret it,” she says again before taking my head in her hands and pressing her lips to mine. I groan and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me. Her body is warm, naked, willing.

Her hands roam down my neck, over my shoulders and she wraps them around my waist. “Finish it,” she breathes.

I stand, pulling her with me and her arms move back to my shoulders, sliding off my cut. I release her, letting my cut fall from my arms and she lays it across the bed gently before returning for my t-shirt. She pulls it off in one swift movement and then she’s at my jeans, unbuttoning them, sliding down the zipper and pushing them down to my thighs.

She lowers herself to the floor, my cock free and in her face. She slides a fat, wet tongue from base to tip and I shiver. My eyes roll up in my head and my head spins. I feel her lift a pant leg, looking for the zipper on my boot and she lowers it then taps the back of my foot. I lift it and she pulls it off my foot and tosses is aside. She repeats the process on the other foot and I sit back down.

She pulls my jeans and socks from my legs and I fall back on the bed. Emotions overwhelm me. She’s here, she’s with me, and she brought my daughter.

My daughter.

Her hands slide up my thighs and her body presses between my legs. One of her hands wraps around my dick and she gently strokes up and down. I groan. Her touch obliterates me in every way imaginable. I felt it that first night in Boulder, then again during the first night here. It’s why I went in without a cover six years ago, and tried to again last week. I can’t think straight around her.

Her body slides up farther and then she straddles me. Her wet cunt sits atop my dick and he twitches. “Fuck,” I growl and I see a smirk of satisfaction on her lips. She leans down, pressing her pussy further onto my crotch. I want to be inside her, buried deep. She flicks her hips. Then she’s kissing my chest, but not my nipples, no, her lips land on the lily tattooed over my heart.

“It took everything I had not to kiss this that first night,” she breathes, her breath cool against the wetness she’s left behind and my nipples harden. The barbells feel like vices as the skin tightens. “When?” she asks.

“As soon as I got home,” I tell her. It’s true. I wasn’t home twelve hours and I was in the shop. “I left because I promised Tryke I’d walk away,” I whisper. “He wanted you safe, away from this life. If I’d have stayed, you’d have gotten sucked right into it.”

She sits up, the motion making my eyes roll as her pussy slides along my cock. “Did it ever occur to either one of you that it was my choice to make? Or that the safest place for me was and is as an old lady?”

My eyes widen at her. “Is that really what you want?”

“It’s what I’ve wanted since I was ten, Loki,” she admits.

I sit up fast, wrapping my arms around her, holding her to me, my face in her neck, my cock shifting between us. “Finish it,” I tell her.

Her hand slides between us, but she hesitates. “I’m clean.” I breathe. “You’re it, the only one I’ve ever…” I don’t need to say anymore. She’s shifting herself to line up with my cock. Her entrance is right there. “Piper,” I breathe.

“I’m covered,” she whispers.

“That’s disappointing,” I mumble before pulling my face out of her hair. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me.

“She’s my everything, but I won’t do that again, alone.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“Never alone again,” I grunt as I push into her.

Her eyes roll back and my body burns for her. “So, fucking tight,” I say through gritted teeth, holding back the overwhelming rush of sensation and desire to come.

“For a bar slut?” she tacks on with a raised eyebrow.

“Fuck,” I groan as I flip her over, pressing her into the bed, my cock pressing farther inside her.

She cries out my name and I start to move inside her. So wet, warm and tight. “You feel amazing,” I grunt as I continue to thrust inside her, hard.

I lower my face and brush my lips against hers. “Mine,” I growl and I start really fucking her, harder and faster.

Her body locks down and I know she’s close, so close. I push in and out faster as she explodes around me. “Logan!” she cries and my orgasm explodes inside her clenching tunnel.

Something wakes me. I’m not sure what and I don’t care. I roll over, looking to wrap my arms around my woman and she’s gone. I bolt upright in bed when I hear a pounding at the front door. “Kiwi,” I say, but I get no answer. “Fuck.”

I get out of bed, grabbing my jeans and stumbling my way down the hall, putting them on as I go. I look through the window in my door and see Cowboy standing on the other side.

“What’s doin’, man?” I ask as I open the door. The look on his face wipes away all thoughts of looking for Kiwi.

“We got trouble.”

“Figured, where?”

“Clubhouse. Get dressed,” he snaps and I race down the hall to my room. Kiwi’s scent lingers around the room and my cock hardens. She fucking left.

My eyes land on the clock, her picture and a note. It’s nearly eleven in the morning. I grab the note.

Like a moron, I sniff the paper and it smells just like her.

“Let’s go, bro,” Cowboy calls from the living room. I put her note down and get dressed.

I’m throwing my cut over my shoulders as I walk down the hall. Cowboy is standing there holding something in his hand with a wicked smirk on his face. “Have fun last night?” I snatch Kiwi’s panties out of his hand.

“Didn’t you?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Always. Perk of having an old lady.”

I shake my head but only to hide the fact that I’m not ready to admit publically that I’ve found my own old lady.

“Let’s fly,” Cowboy says and we take off across the yard. He’s climbing on his bike as I pull my phone from my cut. There are several missed calls and two texts.

I click the first one.

Miss you, slugger

I smile like an idiot at my phone then flip to the next one and my smile fades.

From Pyro:

“Fuck,” I growl as I kick my leg over. “What the fuck happened?”

I direct my question to Cowboy but he doesn’t answer me as he starts his bike. “Critical Chaos,” he finally says as he pushes up my driveway.

“Fuck.”

It’s after eight when I’m roaring down the street toward my house. I drive past Kiwi’s place and her car is gone. The other car and her bike are still there. She’s at work, should be.

I speed up. I want to take a shower before I head to Iron Wings tonight. Cowboy shut it down for the night, but it’s where the Angels are meeting. Rack’s ink has barely healed and he’s gone. He was a good kid with a lot of potential and all the guys recognized that early on. He was a little soft, not sure he’d have ever earned his 1%, but he wasn’t gonna stop trying.

His death was caused by stupid male chauvinistic bullshit. Completely unnecessary, but he will be buried as a brother in two days.

Rooster will be at I.W. tonight and I need to be there to keep Kiwi in check. As far as I can tell, they’ve not crossed paths yet and who the hell knows what frame of mind she’ll be in.

I take a fast shower, ignoring my hard cock. The thought of seeing Kiwi again, knowing she’s Kiwi, has my mind roaming with all kinds of crazy ass ideas.

I get out, get dressed and within ten, I’m on the road to Iron Wings.