Page 13 of Thor
Loki rolled his eyes and flicked his hair off his shoulder, leaning back into the chair. I thought he was going to put his boots back on the desk for a moment, but he must have thought better of it because he crossed his ankles under the chair. “Sure thing, Odin.”
Odin snorted and dismissed us with a nod toward the door. We stood, Loki following me out of the office and toward the barroom. A few of the guys and girls were still lying on the floor, knocked out cold from a booze sleep, but most had already left. We all had jobs of some kind to bring in money, and Odin didn’t suffer lazy bastards. Some of our club worked for the Lords’ businesses where we laundered our money—strip clubs, bike shops, bars, even a flower shop—while others worked regular jobs that didn’t have anything to do with the club.
Loki nudged me when we walked to the sliding glass door that led out into the backyard. “You and me. Road trip.”
I snorted and closed the door behind us before heading over to the outdoor patio suite made of wicker surrounding the firepit. We took a seat, Loki closer to me than he probably should have sat when there was lots of space. His thigh touched mine and he leaned back against the love seat, staring out toward the ocean. Odin’s home had a sparse backyard with lots of green grass and a pool toward the far left, but we could still see the beach and water from here. The scenery was beautiful.
“Lots of wild sex,” he whispered in a lower voice, grasping my thigh and squeezing. “I can scream as loud as I want. You can fuck me as roughly as you want.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “You already do scream loudly, and I already fuck roughly.”
He laughed, a tinkling sound that worked its way into my gut and warmed my insides. “Obviously, but we can fuck more in the open, can’t we? I always wanted to fuck on your bike.”
I chuckled. “It’s not that stable.”
“We’d make it work. I wouldn’t let it fall over.” He slid his hand higher until his little finger nudged at my soft dick. The familiar stirrings of desire swirled in my balls and my junk twitched. “I almost like that bike more than your cock.”
I checked over my shoulder toward the house, but no one was there. I grabbed Loki’s chin and dragged him forward for a hard kiss. He moaned, shuddering under my touch as I devoured his mouth. “Your ass is mine,” I whispered low and deep. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk on this trip.”
His shudder turned into a full-body tremble and he whimpered. “Yes. Anything.”
I grinned and patted him on the cheek, releasing my hold on him, and then turned to stare out at the ocean again. Odin was protective of Loki, overly, and had warned those of us who liked dick to stay away from him more than once.
At one point, Hati had made a remark about Loki’s ass, and I thought Odin was going to put a bullet in his head. I couldn’t risk my position as vice president, yet I’d slept with him anyway. It was hard to resist his charms. He’d flirted with me from the moment he hit eighteen and Odin made him a prospect. I’d held off his seduction for nearly five years until I couldn’t anymore.
My resolve had shattered when I’d seen him fucking that random dude—that piece of shit hang around—in the hookup’s car. That night changed everything, and we’d been fucking ever since.
“You know, I could give you a hand job right now,” Loki whispered, dragging me out of my reverie. His hand worked at my crotch, rubbing the flat of his palm over my hardening dick. “No one would know.”
I chuckled and glanced over my shoulder at the glass door again. “Odin’s in the house and it’s daylight.”
“And?” His mouth curled dangerously. “What’s fun without a little risk?”
“Loki….”
He smiled sweetly, something he certainly wasn’t. His name alone gave meaning to mischief. His father had chosen right by calling him Loki because he lived up to the god. He settled in closer to me, palming my hardening dick with a smirk. “Let me suck your cock. Odin won’t know.”
I doubted that. Odin was a secretive man and there had always been rumors in the club that he had surveillance cameras located around the house. He’d never confirmed or denied the gossip, not even to me, who happened to be his vice president.
“We can’t.” I curled my fingers around his wrist and tugged his hand away, and he pouted at me.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” I scraped my blunt nails over his skin of his arm anyway, smirking. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you tomorrow night at the motel.”
“I have to wait that long?” He slid a finger down the center of my chest. “You’re a fucking tease.”
I snorted and curled my hand around the back of his neck, squeezing it hard, and he hissed in response. “Makes the sex even better when you’re desperate for it.”
The back door slid open, and I yanked my hand away, swinging a look over my shoulder. Rig stepped out of the mansion, mouth twisted in irritation that I was familiar with. He was a ticking time bomb with serious anger issues, and when he had that expression on his face, it meant he was looking for someone to take his mood out on, and by the way he stared at Loki, I knew who he was gunning for.
I stood just as he reached us, balling my hands into fists at my sides when he finally stepped around the seat to face us. His furious gaze focused on Loki, and Loki rose fluidly, standing at my side and squaring his shoulders. His smirk was teasing, the kind he usually wore when he took pleasure in pissing someone off, like poking a snake with a stick.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Rig,” I warned in a low tone, jaw tight as I spread my legs, ready to fight.
Rig’s face twisted and anger flushed his cheeks and darkened in his eyes. He was a mean son of a bitch at the best of the times, and that came in use when we were facing off with enemies, but not in situations like this. Pointing at Loki, he snarled out, “You know what this little fucker did?”
Loki gave him a charming smile and fluttered his fingers across his chest. “Who, little ol’ me?”
