KIWI

I fell asleep draped over Loki and woke up with him draped over me. His soft snores are a comfort I didn’t anticipate. He claimed me with his cut, then claimed me with his dick, twice.

Sometime in the middle of the night, he woke me up by sliding his cock inside me. I was on my side so he’d hitched my leg up and pushed inside me. I remember rolling my shoulder back to expose my tits to him and his tongue lavished my nipple the entire time he was sliding in and out of me. We came together. My orgasm pulling him over the edge and he poured himself inside me.

I shiver under him, remembering telling him I’m not on birth control and no, getting pregnant isn’t at the top of my list of things to do right now, but there’s something animalistic about the way he takes me. I can’t get enough.

My bladder screams at me to move my ass, but my mind says to stay right here a little longer.

I look over at the clock. It’s just after ten in the morning. I can hear The cartoons I hear playing in the living room let me know Piper is awake. I told Emily to keep her home today. I already called the school, letting them know we had a death in the family. It bought her a few days. Kindergarten is a little beneath Piper, but she has to do it before they’ll test her for placement. She’s a smart kid and having Emily around has been amazing because she’s taught Piper so much.

A little slice of fear about Loki being here slides through me, making me shiver and my bladder scream louder.

I try and extricate myself from the caveman, but as soon as I move, he tightens his arm around me. “Where you go?” the caveman grumbles.

“Bathroom,” I groan and he releases me. Thank God. He grunts as he rolls over and I shake my head. “Caveman,” I whisper and I hear him chuckle quietly as I head into my bathroom.

When I come out, Loki is sprawled on the bed. The sheet is down around his hips and his cock is hard as a rock, standing straight up, tenting the sheet. His even breathing tells me that he’s back to sleep and I lick my lips. Time for a little payback.

I go over to the side of the bed he’s on and gently pull the covers up and over his steely erection before I straddle his hips. I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock and I stroke. He grunts again, but doesn’t wake up. So far, my plan is working.

I line his cock with the entrance of my pussy and start to push down before pulling up slightly. He moans. I smile and keep going until I have him fully sheathed inside me. I reposition slowly, not wanting to wake him up just yet and I start to grind my hips against his. “Fuck,” he growls and his eyes open, landing on mine. They’re hooded and my nipples pebble.

“Paybacks, caveman,” I say huskily as I position my hands on his chest and lift my hips up and push them down. His cock slides in and out of me, filling me with each glide. His hands grab hold of my hips, guiding me up and down his cock a couple of times before he pulls my hips forward and pushes them back, grinding his cock against my g-spot and my clit against his pelvic bone.

My eyes flutter closed as the sensation overwhelms me. Then he lifts me up and back down again, then grinds me against him. I get the picture and take over for him. I arch my back, pushing him in deeper and his hands cup my breasts, twisting my nipples between his fingers, and my orgasm races through my veins. I smile down at him. His eyes are locked on the spot where we come together and I get an idea.

I sit up, pulling my tits from his hands and he pouts, literally. I lean back, putting my hands on his thighs and I feel his muscles tighten to support me. With the change in position, his cock is pressing into that happy center inside me and I lose my focus for a second. Once I come back to the present, using the leverage I have on him, I start sliding up and down his shaft. “Fuck,” he growls again and I feel his thumb press against my clit.

“Oh god,” I breathe as I start fucking him harder and faster.

He increases his pressure and pace against my clit. My orgasm climbs to unbearable heights just under the surface. That sweet peak is right there, ready to explode. “Finish it,” he growls and I do. Fucking him hard, my orgasm explodes and my body quivers and he empties his seed inside me for the third time in less than twelve hours.

Our breathing is ragged, his cock still hard inside me when I lean forward, bringing my chest to his and he wraps his arms around me. “Did you really mean what you said last night?” I ask him.

“Which part?” His hand moves into my hair, brushing it aside and he adjusts so he can look at me.

“About not caring that I’m not on birth control?”

I look up at him, my head still on his chest. “Yeah, I did,” His voice is soft, leaving no traces of doubt at his words.

“We’ve barely just gotten together,” I tell him. Granted, we’ve had sex a few times without a condom, but there’s still time for me to do something about it if he’s changed his mind and technically, it shouldn’t be that time in my cycle. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

His hand comes to my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “We already have Piper,” I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.

“And I’ve missed everything when it comes to her. I won’t do that again,” he tells me. His tone begs not to be argued with.

“I’m sorry.” My chin quivers and tears fill my eyes. “If I’d known…”

“Stop.” His voice is quiet but forceful. “I assure you, you’ll never be alone again.”

I want to believe him, truly I do. But he left me once. What would stop him from doing it again? His thumb comes to my cheek and he swipes away a tear. “I mean it, Lily.” The use of my name sends a thrill through me. He doesn’t use it often, but when he does, it’s like lightning in my veins and my heart floods with warmth at his declaration.

I nod because I can’t find my voice.

His cock twitches inside me and he rolls us over. He claims my mouth in one of his infamous soul-stealing kisses as he starts pushing in and out of me and starting round four.

We didn’t linger in bed after that. He was a little miffed that it was so late in the morning before we crawled out of bed, but my stomach growled and he decided to take Piper and me to breakfast, or in Piper’s case, lunch.

We’re both dressed before we leave the bedroom and Piper’s eyes turn to saucers when she sees Loki behind me. “Loki,” she squeals and launches herself off the couch.

“I’ve been replaced,” I grumble.

“You have not,” Piper says completely deadpan as she jumps into Loki’s arms.

“Hi, princess,” he says. “Want to go to breakfast with mom and me?” he asks and she gives him a look like ‘are you kidding?’.

“Um, it’s lunch time, Loki.”

He laughs. “For you, but for mommy and me, we want breakfast.”

“Okay,” she says as she squirms her way down and Loki lets her go. She runs off to her bedroom and I find Emily in the kitchen. She’s working at the computer I gave her when we moved down here.

“Whatcha doin?” I ask.

She smiles at me. “Looking at the class schedule for the spring semester.”

I give her a reassuring smile. “Any luck?”

She lights up. “I’ve found four classes that will work.”

“Work with?”

“Piper’s school schedule.”

“Oh, Em, we will work out whatever we need to in order to get you to school. Don’t take classes just because it works.”

“I’m not. These are all classes I have to take anyway. I won’t get to the fun stuff until next fall.” She lights up and continues talking as Loki comes into the kitchen. “The classes would be Monday through Thursday. Starting between ten and eleven and I’d be done by two, giving me enough time to pick-up Piper.”

“What about homework?” I ask her.

Piper comes into the kitchen. “We’re gonna do homework together,” she announces confidently.

Emily laughs and shrugs. “I think she’s just as excited as I am.” She looks back at the computer.

“We’re gonna go get something to eat. you want to come with us?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I will if you need me to, but otherwise, I wanna look at this a little more.”

“Okay,” I smile at her as she goes back to looking at her classes.

I grab my purse and my keys from the counter. “You don’t need those,” Loki says smugly.

“Uh, yeah, I do,” I tell him and he just smirks.

“Pipes, you wanna ride on my bike?”

“OH! MY! GOD!” she squeals and goes running for the door. “Let’s go, Loki,” she says as she throws the door open and I hear her feet hitting the steps.

“How?” I ask.

“She’s small enough to ride in my lap.” He winks and goes after her.

I should be petrified that my daughter is so excited to ride on someone’s else’s bike, but instead, I pull her helmet from the entry way closet. “We’ll be back, Em.”

“Okay,” she says, but I can tell she’s not really paying attention as I close the door.

Loki has his bike set up and he’s lifting Piper up as I come down the steps. She full of energy and excitement as Loki sets her between his legs. I join them, handing him her helmet and he smiles. “Alright, Pipes, helmet time,” he says.

“Aw man,” she grumbles and Loki laughs.

“No helmet, no ride,” I remind her and she stops pouting. Her being on a bike is nothing new. Though I’ve never put her on mine, Sticks and several other Angels in Boulder have rode with her just like Loki is doing now.

“Come on, mom,” she says through the helmet and Loki winks at me.

“You sure?” I ask him.

He gives me a ‘don’t be ridiculous’ look with the raising of his eyebrow and he steadies the bike for me to climb on. Once we’re settled, he fires up the bike and Piper squeals with excitement. I wrap my arms around both of them. Loki drops his shades and off we go.

We go to a diner, which come to find out, is owned by the Angels, around the corner from the house. The ownership should’ve been obvious because there are no less than a dozen bikes in the lot when we pull up.

It’s so close that we could have walked, but where’s the fun in that. Piper expresses her displeasure at the short ride and Loki promises her a longer one when we’re done eating.

The diner is nice, quaint and very well-kept. The food smells wonderful and my stomach growls again. Loki snags us a booth in the front corner of the diner. It’s one of those corner ones and Piper climbs between us. Am I disappointed that I’m so far from Loki? Maybe. But Piper is happy to be close to both of us. And she has a lot of time to make up for with her dad.

I notice the guys in the diner and I see several I recognize from the last couple of days, but they’re not Boulder charter, maybe Tucson or here for all I know. “Who are they?” I ask Loki.

“Look at their patches,” he says before going back to help Piper decide what to eat.

I notice then that they have Arizona flags on them and my nerves settle.

“Mom,” Piper says, pulling me away from looking them over. “I want ice cream and cheese pizza and French fries.”

I laugh, “Alright, food first, ice cream last.”

“Loki said I could have ice cream first,” she pouts.

I glare at Loki who shrugs. I see how this is gonna go but I shake my head and let her order her ice cream first.

Piper ate her ice cream then finished her pizza and most of her fries. I was impressed. We’re finishing up when Loki pulls his phone from the inside pocket of his cut.

“Yeah,” he says into the phone. “Yup, when?” he asks and I have no clue who he’s talking to. “Fuck yeah.”

“Loki,” Piper scolds him and I can’t hide my laugh.

He narrows his eyes but he’s not mad. He kisses her on the head. “Sorry, baby,” he whispers before returning to his phone call. “We’ll be there in twenty.” He hangs up.

He looks to Piper and asks, “Can we reschedule our ride?” She folds her arms over her chest. “Just by a few hours?”

“Fine,” she concedes before sliding down the bench seat and under the table. She pops out the other side. “We at least get to ride back to the house, right?”

“Yes.” Loki smiles at her.

“Good,” Piper chirps and heads for the door.

Loki throws a couple bills on the table and we leave the diner.

Loki climbs on first, then he lifts Piper up, putting her helmet on before steadying for me.

Within minutes we’re back at the house and Piper is inside with Emily. “Where’s the fire?” I ask him.

He beams at me before jerking his head toward the back of his bike, telling me to get on. I roll my eyes and climb on the back of his bike. A little payback is in order for keeping me in the dark, so I grab his cock and he growls as he backs out of the driveway.

He takes off down the street.

Ten minutes later and we’re driving past the compound, but we don’t stop. Loki drives up to the next street and turns left into a small, Angels owned plaza and Loki parks in front of Wicked Ink. I gasp.

He kills the engine, drops the peg and holds the bike steady. I don’t move.

He looks over his shoulder at me. “You’re wearing my cut, the least you can do is wear my ink, too.”

“Oh alright,” I grumble, but I don’t really mean it. I climb off and he ushers me inside.

It’s a nice place. I worked in one of Boulder’s shops for a few days helping them out, but surprisingly, this one is much nicer. Newer, cleaner.

“Hey, Loki,” one of the guys says and Loki greets him in the Angels’ standard arm grab and back slap.

“Kiwi, this is Axel. Axel, my woman, Kiwi.”

Axel’s face lights up as he looks me over. “About time,” Axel mutters.

“Shut it,” Loki says and they both smirk.

“Where we doin’ it?” Axel asks me.

I look at Loki who shrugs. “Back?” I say.

“You got it.” Axel smiles before leading us to the counter and a light table. He shows me the design and my head spins.

“That’s a lot of ink,” I tell the two of them.

“It’s what you do,” Loki says as if I should know this and I do.

I look the tattoo over and it’s a replica of one of the two skulls facing each other with tribal wings coming out the backs of their heads that’s on their patches. The tribal is both black and white. The drawing has no distinction, but the lines are there showing where the black and white separate.

The skull is facing to the right with the tribal that makes up the wings flowing behind it. Across the top left side, following the curve of the wing, it reads, ‘Property of Loki’ in an upward direction. Then at the bottom of the wing, in a downward direction it reads, ‘Wicked Angels MC’. The lettering is in black.

“I just have one request,” Loki says.

“What’s that?” Axel asks.

“Instead of white on the wings, use green.”

I glare at him. “Why green?”

He smiles at me. “Kiwi.”

I laugh a little.

“You got it, man, anything else?” Axel asks and I shrug.

Loki approves the design and we follow Axel back to one of the curtained areas. He already has his chair set up. It looks like an upright massage chair like the ones in the malls at those five-minute massage parlors. The only difference with this one is it sits up higher.

I pull my shirt over my head, keeping my bra on, and I ignore Loki as I turn around to show Axel my back. “Damn, woman,” he praises as he looks at the wings already inked on my back. “You sure you want this back here?”

“It’s either that, my right shoulder or my right thigh,” I say.

“Any one of those will work,” Axel says.

I finally look at Loki, his eyes roaming over my body. “Where do you want it?” I ask him.

He gives me a wicked smirk. “I wanted it dipping into the crack of your ass, but I like the idea of your shoulder better.”

“Okay,” I tell him then turn my head toward Axel. “You might wanna switch the skull around,” I say.

“Why?”

“Because,” I lean over and show him my right shoulder. “This one’s taken,” I tell him.

“Oh shit, that’s nice.” Axel compliments.

“I was wondering about that,” Loki says. “I saw it at the bar but I never got a good look at it.”

“Got a black light, Axel?”

“Sure do, come on.” he stands and leads us to another room in the back, it’s another artist’s room, but Axel closes the door once we’re inside and he flips a switch, a black light illuminates the room.

“Nice,” I smile.

“We do a lot of white ink. Especially first timers,” Axel says and both he and Loki start inspecting my arm.

The tattoo is of Piper’s name. The letters are intricate and the design behind it of various flowers conceals the letters. “Why’d you do this in white?” Loki asks me.

I give him a sad smile. “Because, I wanted the ink, but I wanted to be able to hide it if I needed to.” I don’t need to explain further. Loki understands why it’s that way. “I’d like to color it one day,” I say to Axel.

“We can definitely do that. It’s a great design. Great slinger.” Axel uses the term for artist. Usually they’re ink-slingers but slinger is used for artists.

“Denver,” I tell him.

“Nice,” Axel smiles and kills the black light.

“I have the original drawing of my shoulder.”

“Great, that will help, we can schedule an appointment for you after we’re done today.”

“Awesome,” I say and we go back to Axel’s station.

Within thirty minutes he’s going to work on me. Loki never leaves my side.

It takes Axel about four and a half hours to complete the work and as each color is added, shaded and filled in, Loki’s eyes grow more and more amazed. I’m pretty sure he shed a tear when Axel finished his name on my arm.

We’re getting ready to leave when Loki’s phone rings in his cut. I’m pulling my cut back on, careful not to bump my arm. It’s warm and burning under the black plastic Axel put over it when he finished.

Loki hangs up the phone, and he’s not happy. “What’s going’ on?” I ask.

“Gotta jet, Axe,” Loki says. “Thanks, man, I really appreciate it.” Loki reaches into his pocket and pulls an envelope from the inside of his cut and hands it to him. It’s not overly thick, but there’s a few bills stuffed inside it. I don’t even want to know how much the ink cost and I don’t ask.

We say our good-byes and Loki leads me out the door.

He turns to me as he gets to his bike. “I’ve gotta go take care of some things. You working tonight?” he asks.

“What time is it?”

“Almost five?”

“Crap, I’m supposed to be in at six,” I tell him.

“Well, let’s go, I’ll drop you off at home.”

“Alright.” I climb on after he readies the bike and he takes off toward my house.

I change and get ready for the night. I wish I didn’t have to go in, but Loki is busy with club business and it’s Friday. Iron Wings has been closed for two days and the place is going to be crawling with people. Especially if we still have out of town guests.

I kiss Piper good night and leave for the bar.

When I arrive, Loni’s eyes go straight to the black plastic on my shoulder. She laughs and shakes her head. “That boy wastes no time, does he?”

I laugh with her. “Not a second,” I tell her as I set my purse behind the bar and grab an apron.

Within an hour, the bar is packed, standing room only. The Wicked Angels’ tables are full of several Angels from Arizona, Colorado and a couple of Oregon guys.

The demeanor among the Angels is different toward me than it has been in the past. There’s no more ass grabbing, very few crude remarks, and nice tips left behind when they leave.

I smile to myself. I could get used to this old lady shit.

Another couple hours in and I pull the bandage off my arm and slather it with Aquaphor while I’m on my break. When I come out without the bandage, Loni whistles at me. I laugh. “Green? That’s a new one,” she says.

“What color is yours?” I ask her.

“Blue, most of ours are. I guess they couldn’t be original,” she snickers.

The bar’s door opens and Loki, Pyro, Cowboy, Sticks, Pixie, Whistler, and Big Daddy walk in. Loki’s eyes roam over me and he smirks when he sees my shoulder uncovered. The guys all make their way to one of the recently vacated tables and I dutifully go over there to serve them.

They all check out my shoulder. Pyro looks annoyed and Loki beams with pride as the guys appraise Axel’s work before finally giving me their orders.

They’re drinking heavy tonight and before I know it, the bar’s shutting down but the guys make no move to leave as Loni, Kat and I clean up the bar area. They’re chatting away in the corner, getting a little louder, but they’re having a good time. Loni makes no move to kick them out and when we’re done, she sends Kat home.

Loni and I join them, her on Cowboy’s lap and me on Loki’s.

For the first time since arriving in Roswell, I feel safe, secure and it’s like Boulder was before I left. Home. The guys joke around, having a good time. Pyro has gotten much more animated as the night has progressed. He’s no longer shooting daggers at me. Though he’s not exactly talking to me, it’s like a calm acceptance has come over him. It’s kind of nice.

Eventually the whiskey runs out and we break up our impromptu party. I drive my car home and Loki follows me.

We’re in the house all of five minutes before he strips me of my clothes and he bends me over the bed.

When I wake in the morning, he’s gone.

Memories consume me as fear washes over me that he’s bailed again.

I shake my head at my idiocy and see a note he left me.

“Caveman,” I mutter and climb into the shower.