Page 17 of Thor
Mary Beth grabbed her order pad again and pulled out a pen from the front of her white waist apron. “So, what can I get you?”
I hadn’t even looked at the menu that sat between the salt and pepper shakers on the table, but apparently I didn’t need to because Thor ordered.
“We’ll have two servings of the Big Breakfast with extra scrambled eggs and sausages. Loki likes his toast nearly burned, though. Do you think you could do that for us?”
If my heart fluttered at the way he took control, I wasn’t going to admit it. I liked when a man was possessive and powerful, and he was a fine leader who knew when orders and direction were needed. Fucking perfect specimen of a man.
“I certainly can.” She scribbled on the pad. “Any drinks, boys?”
I looked at Thor expectantly, and he laughed. “I’ll have coffee, you know how I like it. Loki will have a Coke.”
I pressed my hands to my chest and fluttered my lashes at him dramatically. “Such a romantic, don’t you think, Mary Beth?”
She giggled and finished writing down our order before she slipped the notepad and pen back into her apron. “You and I have different definitions of romantic, honey. My man wouldn’t be taking me to a diner for breakfast.”
“Oh no, you don’t understand.” I shook my head. “This place is special to Thor. Bringing me here is his way of opening himself to me.”
Thor snorted and grabbed the massive menus in the center of the table between us. He slapped them on my head before placing them back in their slot between the salt and pepper shakers. “Ignore this psycho. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“When’s the wedding?” she asked bluntly, then winked before she flounced off with more energy than I had at a quarter to six in the morning.
“I like her,” I said.
Thor chuckled and leaned his elbows on the table. His face softened again, the hard lines of his jaw relaxing. “Me too. She’s been like a sister.” He eyed me carefully, a sparkle in his gaze. “So, don’t get jealous.”
“Me? Jealous? Never.” I pouted at him.
“Really?” He smirked. “Remember when Balder first joined the club as a prospect and he asked if I wanted to fuck? You ignited his gas tank on his brand-new Honda when he was inside partying.”
I grinned ferally, wickedness swelling in my chest. “He deserved it. He shouldn’t touch what belongs to me.”
Thor grunted and tapped the table with his finger. “He didn’t know we were fucking, Loki, and we had only just started this thing. No one knew about us. You can’t blame him.”
“No, but it was fun anyway.” I shrugged. “Odin bought him a new one.”
“Only because he knew it wasyouwho did it. He didn’t know why you did it, but he knew you did.”
Chuckling, I leaned closer and reached for him, smoothing my hand over the back of his. “You secretly like me being possessive of your cock. You fucked me so hard that night I couldn’t walk right for weeks.”
Thor’s smug expression was the only confirmation I needed. It was our little game—reminding each other who we belonged to through rough sex. After we’d been caught fucking by a visiting assassin and a hitman—Arden Murphy and Gabriel Mancini—Thor had destroyed my hole. I’d left gashes on his back from my nails. He’d made me repeat over and over who I belonged to and demanded I scream his name until my voice was hoarse, and I’d done exactly that.
“You have a dirty mouth,” he whispered.
“You like that, too.” I chewed on my bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth as I slid my eyes down the top half of his body, imagining him bending me over this table in front of everyone and claiming me.
“I have a present for you.” He slipped out of the booth and stood, his bulk towering over me. A perfect position to give him a good blow job. “Come with me.”
As tempting as it was to argue to see his reaction, we had a long ride before we could fuck, and I didn’t want to go ten hours with a chubby, so I rose and followed him toward the bathroom. As soon as I entered, he grabbed me by the leather jacket and spun me around, slamming me against the wall beside the urinals. I gasped in shock.
“Is my present your mouth on my cock?” I teased.
His smirk was downright filthy as he reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out… a buttplug in a sealed package and a small, square packet of lube.
“You had that in there the entire time?” I asked.
“I knew I’d need it for you eventually. I can’t gag you, but I can make sure you know who’s in charge with this in your ass.” He ripped at the package, and all I could do was watch in a mixture of shock and desire. My cock perked up, blood rushing south to give it a rise, and lightheadedness took me by surprise. I swayed slightly, but he grasped my shoulder to keep me upright. “Didn’t expect to need it so soon. Turn around and pull down your pants.”
“We’re in public,” I murmured, no real fight in my words. Warmth pooled in my belly and my cock ached.
