LOKI

“I’ve been on my feet all day, I’m exhausted.”

“At least let me drive you home,” I tell her.

She looks at me. “I have my car, and I’m going to need it tomorrow.” I remind him.

“You can ride with me tomorrow.”

I start chewing on my bottom lip. “I planned to bring Pipes,” I say softly. “She wants to see Sticks again. Besides, old ladies are the only ones that should be on funeral rides.”

“So, are we just gonna sit here arguing about me taking you home? You coming up with all kinds of excuses?” I accuse.

She narrows her eyes at me. “It makes sense and you know it.” She yawns.

I shake my head, trying not to get pissed at her for not wanting to ride with me. “Alright,” I concede.

“Thank you,” she smiles and leans up on her toes and kisses my chin. “I’m still pissed at you for this morning,” she snaps. “So, if you want to be a baby about shit, go do it somewhere else.”

She turns for the back door of the clubhouse, not wanting to go through the common room and I don’t blame her, they’re pretty obnoxious in there right now. After food was done, the old ladies left, and the bitches showed up. Needless to say, there’s tits, cunts and dicks flashing everywhere in there.

I snatch her elbow and spin her around. “This how we gonna play this?” I ask her, my tone clipped.

“You’re the one making a big fucking deal out of this, Loki, not me.”

I release her elbow and she turns again without another word. It takes too long for my mind and body to get in sync with each other and when they do I make it around the clubhouse to see she’s pulling out of the lot. “Fuck,” I groan. I should jump on my bike and follow after her, but maybe she needs some time to cool off. Fuck, maybe I need to cool off.

I turn back toward the club and Sticks is standing there watching me, a smoke hanging from his mouth. Sticks is a big guy, bigger around the middle, with long silver hair and a beard that practically reaches his belly button. “What’d ya do this time?” he asks me.

I shake my head. “She’s pissed at me.”

“Well, no shit,” he smirks. “It’s what they do, man.”

“Huh?” I laugh a little.

“You know?” He raises an eyebrow in question.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve known for twenty-four hours and I’ve already managed to piss her off.”

“How?” he asks. Sticks has always been a man of few words so this conversation surprises me.

“She wanted me to figure it out. She used a line that I’ve never heard except from her.” I lean up against the wall next to him. He offers me a smoke and I take it from him, pulling a lighter from my pocket. I light up. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.

“Piper?” he asks.

“Yeah, I know,” I breathe.

“She tried to tell you,” Sticks says with anger lacing his tone.

I didn’t want to get into it with Kiwi, Sticks or anyone else, but the last time she called me, about three months after I left, I was ‘occupied’ and didn’t answer. I listened to her voicemail for weeks, but never called her back. “I never expected she was calling to tell me that.”

“Pipes is a good kid. Don’t fuck her up the way you fucked Kiwi over.” His voice is deadpan, but the inflection is there.

“I’ll do anything to keep her safe.”

“She’s an Angel now. You fuck her up, we fuck you up.” Sticks’ comment isn’t an empty threat. I’ve been on the giving end of punishments for fucking with Angels’ kids, it’s no joke.

“Don’t plan on it,” I tell him before pulling a drag off the smoke burning in my hand.

“Do right by her.” He throws his smoke out into the gravel before walking in front of me. “You owe her that much. She don’t want to be with you, then be a father to your daughter and leave her be. She wants you, then you know what you have to do. So help me God, color that bitch before someone else does.”

“I intend to.”

Sticks grunts as he passes me on his way to the common room door. I pull another drag before tossing the smoke by his and I stomp it out. I stare up to the stars above us.

It’s a clear night and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to step inside that common room.

My mind wanders back to the last voicemail I ever got from her.

I was upstairs, Taz was on my dick. I saw her name come up for about the tenth time in the last month or so and I ignored it.

I can hear her voicemail plain as day.

“Loki, I need to talk to you, please,” she sighs into the phone, “I really need to tell you something,” there’s a pause on the line, “I won’t tell you over voicemail, so answer your phone.” The line went dead.

I never called her back.

I could have avoided all this bullshit if I’d have just called her back. Maybe I could have convinced her to abandon her plan for revenge against Rooster and whoever else she blames for her parents’ and Tryke’s deaths.

I can’t help wondering if her knowing that Tryke’s alive will get her to abandon her plan.

I shake my head. Not likely. She’s just as stubborn as her fucking brother.

I go back into the clubhouse.

I regret it immediately.

They’ve laid lines on the bar and nearly every club whore is topless.

Whistler takes a line off Taz’s chest and then she turns around and takes one off the bar. We know where they’re gonna end up tonight.

Whistler is Big Daddy’s VP in Tucson. He wasn’t always that way. When I first met him six years ago, he was Sergeant-at-Arms. I don’t remember what happened to D’s Vice, I just remember hearing that Whistler had moved up. He’s in his late forties and been a club member for close to thirty years. Short of being a Beaumont, Vice is as high as you’re ever gonna get.

Rooster, despite his Beaumont blood, took the club by force, rather than letting the natural order happen.

I’m going to take it from him by force, if I have to.

A shiver runs up my spine.

I get the impression that’s happening sooner rather than later.

Before it goes down, I need to drop my challenge on the members. Once Rooster’s gone, the spot will open and the Vets will decide who takes over.

With our inner circle behind Rooster’s takedown, I have enough votes. It’s just going to be a matter of getting the vote off before Rooster manages to take me out.

I get an eyeful of Pyro giving it to Trixie, one of the club whores. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen them go at it. He catches me watching and gestures for me to join him. I shake my head and he laughs before pushing back into her, bent over the pool table.

Sex and drugs.

Cannibal Corpse starts playing over the sound system and the party kicks up a notch.

Sex, drugs and death metal.

I gotta get out of here.

On my way home, I drive past Kiwi’s house. The lights are off, except for one in the living room. I slow down outside and I see her peek through the curtain. I stop. She shakes her head.

I turn off my bike and climb off.

She meets me at the door.

“What are you doing here?”

I don’t answer her. I just press her against the screen door she just closed behind her.

“Loki,” she breathes.

“The less you know, the safer you are,” I tell her with a whisper.

“Okay,” she breathes as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her, and her lips press against mine. My cock, already hard from clothing choice, tank and short shorts, jumps in my jeans.

I press myself into her, wrapping my hands around her ass and lifting her up, she breaks our kiss. “You gonna fuck me in my front yard?” she asks softly.

“Come home with me,” I grunt like a caveman.

She smirks and squirms out of my hold, so I set her back down. She pushes me back and I think she’s gonna send me packing, but instead she grabs me by my t-shirt and opens the door, pulling me inside behind her. “Be quiet,” she whispers. “Emily and Piper are both sleeping.”

“Who’s Emily?” I ask.

“My nanny.”

“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say to that as she leads me down the hall. My eyes land on the wall of pictures and I stop.

“Tomorrow,” she whispers, tugging me down the hall. I follow her.

Once inside her room, she quietly closes the door and pulls her tank over her head. Her nipples pebble and she lowers her shorts. I growl at her. “Caveman.” She laughs lightly.

I grunt again and she smiles. She saunters toward me, reaching for my shoulders and my cut. I let her slide it off. I take it from her and toss it back on her bed before reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off, letting it fall to the floor. “Don’t kick me out,” I tell her.

“In the morning I will.” She sounds disappointed by that prospect.

“I don’t like this,” I tell her.

“I have one more day, remember?”

I grunt again and she reaches for the button of my denim, undoing it and sliding my jeans down my legs. I toe off my boots and kick off what she started. Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking up and down gently. My eyes wobble around in my head at the sensation.

Now free of my pants, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me, forcing her hand from my cock and pressing it between us. She lets out a rushed breath and I claim her lips with mine.

I turn her toward the bed and press her backwards until her legs touch. She’s off balance and breaks the kiss as she lays down. I lean over her, kissing her again. She reaches for my cock and I grab her hand and pin it beside her head. I feel her smile against my lips as she moves her other hand. I snag that one too and hold her there. Trapping her beneath me as I lower my lips down her jaw and her neck, kissing and licking lower until I suck a taut nipple into my mouth. Her back arches and her arms flex. I lick and kiss my way to the other nipple and give it the same treatment before licking my way down her stomach. I release her hands from mine, but I keep them pressed to her wrists as I go lower and I bring my hands with me, trailing feather light over her skin. I feel her shiver under me as I draw my hands closer to her tits and nipples.

As soon as my fingers ghost over the peaks, she moans softly. My lips kiss a path along the inside of her left thigh. I kiss up and over her pelvic bone and kiss down the other side.

As I do, I roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging on the rings running through them. She cries out softly.

“Shh,” I remind her right before I run my tongue through her slit. She tastes like fucking strawberries and heaven. Her hand slides into my hair, her fingers curling, holding me in place. I flick my tongue against her clit and her whole-body twitches as the pleasure spreads.

“Loki,” she breathes.

I smile into her slit and flick my tongue harder and faster. Her body starts to vibrate beneath me. She’s getting close. Next, she’ll lock down. I move my left hand off her nipple and bring it between her folds to spread her wide before pushing my thumb inside her. Her body locks down beneath me so I suck her clit into my mouth and pull my thumb out before sliding it back in.

The hand in my hair tightens, it’s almost painful, but I don’t stop.

Her orgasm explodes and I feel the warm rush of it surround my thumb as her sex heats and clenches at my thumb. “Loki,” she breathes again and I slowly pull my thumb back and slow my mouth on her clit. I release her nipple and I pull back completely.

She trembles from the lack of contact, but I don’t leave her there long. “Scoot,” I tell her and she slides farther onto the bed, giving me room. “Better yet, move,” I tell her and she looks at me, puzzled. “On top,” I clarify.

“Caveman,” She says with a hint of a laugh, but she moves. I lay down in the middle of the bed with my head on the pillows and she comes back over me. Her pussy at my cock.

“Condom?” I grunt.

She shakes her head and presses the head of my dick at her hole and I shudder at the warmth and wetness. She slides it up and down her slit, getting my cock wet with her juices before she lines it up and starts to slide down on me. ‘Fuck,” I groan.

She smiles and steadies herself before she starts pumping up and down on my cock in tiny bursts. She’s letting herself coat my cock, each pass gets easier to slip in and out of her tight cunt.

Her pussy squeezes and releases as she does this, her eyes roll up, her nipples are hard and nearly in my face. I take both her tits in my hands and squeeze. She throws her head back and slides all the way down my shaft. “Oh, God,” she cries softly.

She doesn’t pull up. Instead, she flicks her hips and her cunt clenches and releases a few times around my cock. I close my eyes tight. “You feel so fucking good,” I tell her.

“You’re fucking huge,” she remarks but she doesn’t stop the flicking of her hips. Her hands come to my chest, my hands still around her tits. I grab the hoops in her nipples and pull on them gently. Her eyes flutter and she starts sliding up and down my cock in a faster rhythm. Her fingers press into my nipples and she starts playing with my barbells. The added sensation sends tingles of pleasure straight to my balls. I feel them flex and I bite my lip to hold off my orgasm. I want her to take me for everything she can, get her fill before I fill her up.

The way she works her hips as she fucks my dick makes her look like the most amazing stripper I’ve ever seen. So fucking gorgeous. I grunt when she slams down hard. It feels so fucking good being buried inside her. I release her tits and put my hands on her hips, helping her on my cock and she smiles down at me. She leans forward, pressing her lips to mine and she claims my mouth.

My balls tighten and I nip her bottom lip. “Come, dammit,” I growl. She presses her pelvic bone against me, grinding her clit against me. I reach between us and find it for her. I flick it a couple times and she’s coming. A warm rush of juices pours over my cock, sending me over the edge and I empty myself inside her.

She falls onto my chest, panting.

I pull my hand from between us. My cock still inside her for now. I wrap my arms around her and play with her hair. “I like the hair color.”

I feel her cheek twitch. “I did it for you,” she breathes.

“Kiwi,” I say softly.

She nods.

I let my hands trace down her back lightly. Tickling her a little as I do, but she doesn’t move. My cock softens and falls from her slit and I put my hands on the small of her back. “This would make a great spot for my brand,” I whisper, my fingers tickling her sensitive flesh. Her cheek hardens against my chest as she smiles, but she says nothing.

Once our breathing normalizes, she pulls her sex off mine and snuggles into my side with her head on my shoulder, her body pressed to my side and her leg hitched over mine. I continue playing with her hair until I hear her breathing even out and I know she’s fallen asleep.

Sleep doesn’t come for me. Instead, I start planning what I’m going to do next.

The sun is coming up when I wake her for another round.

I give it to her quick, at her request, because she doesn’t want to wake Piper. When I finish, I leave her with the promise of seeing her later. As much as I want to see my daughter, I promised her one more day.