LOKI

“Go home, baby,” I tell Kiwi. “You’re exhausted.”

It’s been a long fucking day. The funeral, the graveside service, which was better than expected and full of nothing but Wicked Angels, and now a party.

Rack didn’t have any family outside of the Angels and seeing that hurt more than anything. It doesn’t help that we have no cut to burn, no final closure for Rack and what he deserves. But by the end of the night, everyone seems to be doing just fine.

Kiwi took Emily and Piper home a little while ago and came back. I tried to convince her to stay home then, but she refused, said she didn’t want to leave me alone. “I’m alright,” she tells me for the tenth time.

I get in her face. “You’re dead on your feet, go home.”

“I want you with me,” she whispers.

I look around the bar and there are more than a hundred Angels still here, most of which are Roswell charter and I can’t leave, not yet. “I will come when I’m done.”

She reaches into her pocket, she’d changed out of her dress and into a pair of jeans and her boots with a corset top under her cut. She looks sexy as fuck. The dress was bad enough this morning, this is worse. She hasn’t taken her vest off since I gave it to her and it makes me smile when I see it. She’s mine, I’ve staked my claim and she accepted it. “Alright,” she yawns as she hands me something.

“What’s this?” I ask as I take a key from her.

“It’s a key, so you can get in,” she yawns again. “I don’t want you pounding down my door.” She gives me a promising smirk.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lead her toward the door. I walk her to her car and she keeps yawning. It’s barely ten o’clock, but she’s been going since early this morning and I didn’t let her sleep much last night. It’s a good thing she’s going home and she can catch some sleep before I wake her up. “Sleep in it,” I tug on her cut. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, because sleeping in leather is so comfortable.”

I kiss her forehead and she leans up, catching my chin. She growls and I laugh and claim her lips. I don’t linger because I’m going to end up fucking her on the hood of her car if this carries on much longer. My cock has been hard half the fucking day and it’s starting to hurt. “Go before I fuck you on the hood of your car.” She literally purrs at me. “Go home, woman,” I tell her and she laughs, climbing in her car. I stand there watching her as she takes off down the street.

A good portion of the Angels left the bar some time ago. Most of them disbursed to the clubhouse or Cottontail, our strip joint on compound property. Most of the old ladies have bailed already, all that’s left in the pussy department is club whores and bar sluts. A couple of the strippers came over, but for a Roswell Angels party, it’s fucking tame and rather boring.

“Hey stranger,” a female voice says to me as I start heading back to toward the bar. “Long time no see.” I turn to the voice. It’s Stoney, one of the strippers from Cottontail.

“Be a lot longer before you see me,” I tell her and I start walking back to the bar. She catches up to me, grabbing my arm.

“I miss you,” she says as she looks up at me through her eyelashes and my once hard cock deflates.

“You gonna keep on missin’ me,” I tell her and my tone doesn’t leave much room for argument.

“Don’t be like that,” she purrs.

A moment ago, it was sexy as fuck on Kiwi, but this shit is obnoxious. “I ain’t the one with the problem here,” I tell her and she starts rubbing her hands all over my chest. She almost has them under my open cut before I grab hold of her wrists and pull her hands from my body. “Go home, Stoney.”

“Only if you come with me.”

I squeeze her wrists and watch the pain register in her eyes and she sobers. I can’t quite tell what she’s on, drugs, alcohol or both, but she’s six sheets to the wind. “Fuck you, Loks.”

I roll my eyes. I fucking hate that nickname and she fucking knows it. She uses it like a badge of honor or something. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I ain’t interested, so get lost, go find some other dick to suck, but stay the fuck away from mine.” I throw her hands downward and the motion throws her off balance. She falls and I don’t bother catching her.

“Ashsshole,” she sputters.

I roll my eyes and leave her on the sidewalk. I’m about to reach for the door when it opens and Gunnar steps out. “Wasting good pussy now?” His voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Not literally, it just grates on my fucking nerves to no end.

“She so great? Have at it,” I snap and side step him. He doesn’t stop me and I step back inside. He doesn’t follow me in and I see through the window after a few minutes that he’s got his arm around Stoney and they’re disappearing. I shudder.

Up until Kiwi, six years ago, club whores and bar sluts were amazing. Then Kiwi happened and club whores and bar sluts became a great source of blowing steam and my load. But now? They all make me sick and to think that Kiwi’s been one for the last six years makes me shudder again.

I can’t and won’t fault her for that. How can I? I could have stopped it. I could have made an honest woman out of her and I didn’t. So, her past is something I have to deal with, just like she’ll have mine to handle.

I grab a whiskey from Loni who winks at me and I head out the back door where all the tables and another fifty or so people are still gathered. I ain’t seen Pyro in a while and I don’t see him now. We haven’t talked all day and I don’t know why that bothers me so much, but something’s really eating at him.

I wander around the side of the building, into the darkness and the shadows, just watching and listening.

That’s when I hear the smack of skin to skin contact, not the fucking kind either. “You had one fucking job, you dumb fucking cunt.” It’s Gunnar.

“I’m sorry,” Stoney cries.

I roll my eyes. Apparently, the little Gun-man has blowjob standards, who knew?

“Get out of my face, you worthless piece of shit. Next time I tell you to do something, you fucking do it.”

“He shut me down.” I hear her cry, softer now.

I narrow my eyes and turn toward them. I can barely make them out just beyond the bushes that separate us.

“Next time show him your tits or something.”

“Loks isn’t like that,” she cries more.

I see and hear the next smack that comes. “The fuck he’s not.”

Gunnar’s hands go to his belt and he undoes the fly of his jeans. I have to bite back a laugh when he pulls his so-called cock from behind the zipper. “Suck it,” he orders Stoney. I want to step in and stop it, but then Stoney rises to her knees, a smile playing on her lips as she wraps her fingers around his tiny pecker and puts it in her mouth. “That’s it, bitch, you know your place.”

I shudder as shivers of disgust slide through me.

I can’t fucking wait to take this asshole down. The first thing that’s happening is we’re bringing in fresh blood, fresh bitches and getting rid of tiny-dicked-pricks like Gunnar Marsden.

I listen a little while longer as she grunts and groans around his tiny prick. She’s really into it and it makes my stomach roll.

I don’t move from my spot. I’m well-concealed and I can see a good bit of action from here, not just the sad blowjob behind me, but club members, a couple of the remaining old ladies, including Opie and Kara. I shake my head when I realize that Kara has lost her shirt under her vest and Opie’s hand is inside, playing with her tits. He alternates from one to the other.

I hear Gunnar grunt out his orgasm down Stoney’s throat. “Now get the fuck outta here,” He growls at her and I hear her scurrying away.

After a beat, I see Pyro come out of the bar. He’s looking around, looking for me.

“Psst.”

He turns, looking right at me and he comes over. I hold my finger to my lips, making sure he knows to be quiet. I go back to watching Opie and Pyro’s eyes follow mine.

I see him shake his head and I’m sure he rolls his eyes too, but then Opie frees himself from Kara before leaving her on the picnic table all alone. He walks to our left, where Gunnar was, and I turn to see Gunnar still standing there, but someone else has joined him.

I tap Pyro on the shoulder and point with two fingers at my eyes then one in their general direction. They obviously don’t know we’re here in the darkness.

“Did it work?” Rooster asks Gunnar when Opie arrives.

“No, he turned her down flat.” Pyro looks at me and I cup my ear.

“She needs to try harder,” Rooster snaps.

“Get Taz, he can’t say no to her,” Gunnar says. “Stoney’s a dumb cum slut.”

You’d know, asswipe.

“He colored Skit today. Good luck getting him to do anything,” Opie says and both Rooster and Gunnar look at him like he needs to shut the fuck up. Pyro’s eyes turn to me. I give him a small nod.

“Oh, who gives a shit. Ain’t no one around here a saint. He sure as fuck won’t be either.”

Pyro’s eyes go from what-the-fuck to glaring at me. I shrug and shake my head.

“I’ll talk to Taz,” Opie adds. “See if she can’t get to him.”

Again, I roll my eyes and shake my head. The purpose behind all this is beyond me.

“We need him vulnerable,” Rooster says.

I’m still holding my drink in my hand. I set it on the window sill behind me. Pyro nods at me. “Why not just clip his breaks?” Opie says.

Well, fuck.

“You’re a damn idiot. That’s not a guarantee,” Gunnar says.

“So, fucking shoot him,” Opie growls.

“Now that’s a novel idea,” Gunnar perks up.

“Shut the hell up, both of you. We’ll work this out later,” Rooster snaps and walks toward the front of the bar. Opie returns to the picnic table where his old lady sits, but not before grabbing Taz’s ass on his way by.

Gunnar finally takes off toward the front of the bar, following Rooster.

“Well, fuck me,” I breathe.

“You knew it was comin’,” Pyro says.

“Yeah, but what in the actual fuck? First Tripp, then Tryke, now me?”

“We gotta tell ‘em,” Pyro says conspiratorially. “But fucking Opie, really?”

I shake my head. “I guess it shows who we can and can’t trust. Bottom line, Opie’s out when this is over,” I grumble and skirt Pyro.

“Where you going?” he asks.

“I got a woman to fuck,” I tell him.

“Dude, seriously? Why you gotta point that shit out like that?”

I laugh and shrug before walking through the bar, waving good night to Loni and Cowboy, and then out the front door to my bike.

I don’t see Gunnar or Rooster on the way so I double check my brakes on my bike before I take off and see everything is intact before firing it up and taking off toward Kiwi’s.

I kill the engine in front of her neighbor’s house and push my bike up her driveway and put it in front of Emily’s car. It’s not hidden exactly, but if someone was driving by they wouldn’t be able to tell without stopping and no one is stopping while I’m here. Even if it means sleeping with one eye open all fucking night.

I unlock the front door with the key she gave me. The outside light was on when I got here so I hit the switch by the door. She left a lamp on in the living room and I kill that too before kicking off my boots and heading down the hall toward her room.

Piper’s door is slightly ajar as I pass and I stop. Pushing it open a little further, I lean into the jamb as I watch her sleep. She has her hands up close to her head and her covers are kicked off on one side of her body. I smile and tiptoe in. I fix her covers quickly before I lean down and kiss her forehead. “G’night, princess,” I whisper softly and I tip toe toward the door.

When I turn around, Kiwi is standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of black panties and my vest. I jump a little. She puts her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet and she steps aside, letting me sneak back out. She closes the door behind me, leaving it slightly ajar. “She hates her door closed all the way,” she whispers.

All I see is her. I let my hands slide into the front of the cut. They roam up to catch her nipples between my fingers. Her breathing falters as she backs away from me. I walk with her until we’re in her room. I let her nipples go long enough to close the door quietly.

I grab the front of her cut and pull her toward me. “You’re so fucking sexy in this,” I breathe. My cock grows harder by the second the longer I look at her. Her long legs are uncovered, her black panties leave little to the imagination and I can’t wait to bury my face in her juicy, delicious cunt.

“I’m sexy in everything,” she counters.

I try thinking and I can’t argue with her as her hands come to the button fly of my denim. She rips it open. “Yes, you are, but my colors take the cake. Tomorrow it will be my ink,” I tell her as she lowers herself to her knees before me, bringing my jeans and boxer briefs with her.

I cup her cheek in my palm and she leans into it as she wraps her fingers around my rock-hard cock. “Fuck,’ I breathe and she reminds me with a finger to her lips to keep quiet.

“Just suck it,” I tell her with a smirk.

“Caveman,” she says before sucking my cock into her mouth.

My legs tremble and my eyes roll up into my skull. She releases me with an audible pop and I look down at her. “Don’t stop,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes and I slide my hand into her hair, tightening my fist, taking several strands with me and she whimpers. “That’s what I thought,” I say and she starts sucking my cock back into her mouth. Her hand strokes opposite her mouth and the entire day of torture comes crashing down on me as I feel my balls tingle. “Not gonna last,” I tell her.

She smiles with my cock filling her mouth and she starts sucking and fist-fucking me harder and faster.

“Goddammit,” I groan and her other hand cups my balls. “Fuck,” I growl at her. She squeezes both my cock and my balls and I glare at her.

She releases me. “Quiet,” she whispers. “You wake her and you get nothing,” she smirks again before sucking my cock back into her mouth. This time she doesn’t stop and a few short pumps later, I’m coming, her little grunts adding sparks of sensation as my cum slides down her throat.

“Evil wench,” I tease her and she stands, hooking her thumbs into her panties and pushing them down. I growl as she crawls on the bed.

I slide off my cut, then pull my t-shirt off and kick my jeans off to the side as she lays down on her back, looking sexy as fuck with my cut covering her tits, though barely, and one leg crossed over the other, blocking my view of her sexy cunt. I grab her leg and open her up. She smiles at me as I lower my face to her slick, already wet as fuck pussy. I lap at her juices, savoring her sweet and spicy flavor as it assaults my tongue. Her hand is in my hair, holding my head to her pussy and I slide a hand up, flipping open her cut, exposing her pierced nipples. I push my hand up higher on her body until I’m rolling her nipple between my fingers. She moans and her legs start to twitch. Her free hand goes to her other tit and she mimics my motion. I smile into her slit and use my free hand to push inside her with my thumb and I wiggle it around.

“Oh god,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Loki.” I chuckle as I suck her clit into my mouth and her body trembles and locks down. She’s on the cusp and I pull back. She glares at me.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I tell her.

“Loki?”

My eyes meet hers. “Yeah, baby?”

“I’m not on birth control.”

“Fuck,” I growl. “You’re mine now, I don’t give a fuck,” I tell her as I lift her legs, lining the head of my cock up with her entrance and slamming inside her. She cries out and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers, swallowing her cries as I pound in and out of her soaked sex. “So, tight,” I groan as her pussy does the clenching thing. “You squeeze me so fucking good,” I tell her and she moans. I lower my head, finding a nipple and sucking it into my mouth and her hand slides between us. Her fingers strum her clit and the clenches get harder and more frequent. Her body trembles, and then locks down again.

I fuck her harder through her orgasm and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, putting her face in the crook of my neck. Then I feel the sharp lick of pain as she bites me. “Fuck,” I growl and my orgasm ignites, spurting hotly from my dick and coating the inside of her pussy. “Mine,” I growl.

“Yours,” she replies.