Page 19 of Thor
Thor had told me at breakfast we were stopping in Weed, California, and when I’d grinned at him about the name, he’d shrugged.
“Why do you think I chose it? It’s close to halfway to where we’re going.”
I’d asked himwherewe were heading because he hadn’t told me, but he’d brushed off the comment. All I knew was that it was in Washington state, close to the Canadian border, something he’d said to me at breakfast.
Now that we were back on the road, the plug pulled at my hole in very interesting ways. Every time my cock went down, the plug would remind me of it being in my ass, and my erection would perk up again. Between the vibration of my bike against my balls and the stretch of my asshole, I was surprised I hadn’t come in my pants yet.
Thor kept giving me wicked grins, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me without even touching me. He had me on a leash and enjoyed every second. I’d never met a guy who could rev my engine like he did.
We’d stopped for gas a few times and he’d asked me how I was doing, but the only reply I’d given him was a glare, which made him laugh. I couldn’t even appreciate the handsome lines of his face when he was amused because my gaze focused on his crotch as I thought about how much I would love to yank his pants down, push him on his bike, and ride him until I busted my nut.
If anyone noticed me shivering while filling my tank, no one said anything. We stopped for gas a fifth time when we were closer to Weed. Thor was one of those people who hated letting his vehicle get to the point that the light flashed on, and I didn’t blame him. Balder, one of our brothers, was a mechanic and a car and bike fanatic. He’d lectured all of our brothers at least once about letting gas get low because it wrecked the tank. At least that was what he’d said. When it came to his possessions, he was a perfectionist.
This station didn’t have many gas pumps, but that wasn’t surprising because we were in a small town a few hours outside of Weed. When we arrived, there were already a bunch of bikes parked off to the side near the parking lot. Guys stood around their motorcycles, talking and laughing, but the moment they saw us pull up, their gazes focused on us like a pride of starving lions catching sight of a couple of lonely zebras.
I nodded at them to Thor and he snorted. It was his way of saying he didn’t give a shit about them.
I blew a kiss in their direction and fluttered my fingers as I inserted my card into the reader on the gas pump.
“You’re asking for trouble,” Thor said with a laugh. “Are you after a fight?”
“No, I was just saying hello to the locals,” I answered with a chuckle. The plug in my ass shifted against my prostate, and I gasped, earning a surprised glance from a woman who was filling up her car at the pump behind us. I gave her a smile, but my cock was half hard again. I didn’t miss her trailing her wide-eyed gaze down to the front of my pants, her cheeks blazing red before she averted her attention quickly. She finished filling up her tank and replaced the nozzle, nearly running to the driver’s side of her car. She didn’t check her mirrors before peeling out of the station.
Thor gave me an amused look, and I smiled back. I wasn’t ashamed of my natural reactions. I was a dude, I got hard, even on the most random occasions. Saying that, I had a plug in my ass helping this time.
We continued to fill our tanks and I watched the other bikers as we did. There was one guy who’d finally had enough of my taunting smiles and the kissy faces I was making at them because he stalked toward me. His bulky form towered over me when he reached my bike. He was massive with a bushy mustache and a square face. His long brown hair hung around his shoulders and reached his back, and the rocker and patch on the side of his leather jacket said he was the president of the Crooked Raiders MC out of Redding, California.
“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” he grumbled when he reached me, jaw tight and eyes furious.
“Filling up my gas tank,Mr. President. What are you doing?” I smirked.
Thor sighed from where he stood beside his bike, the nozzle of the gas pump in his Harley. He didn’t approach me or defend me because he knew I could handle this shit. I was the one who’d pushed this guy over the edge, after all.
The Raider’s eyes went to my patch and he grunted. “You’re a fucking Lord?”
“Heard of us?” I teased. Of course, he had. Odin’s legacy had been heard all over California. He helped run the drug and weapons trade for this side of America, and he had a reputation of dealing with some of the meanest sons of bitches. Odin had destroyed clubs who’d gotten in his way. He was unforgiving and dangerous.
“This is our territory,” the Raider snapped. His men had finally followed him over, crossing their arms. There were about ten of them, but if push came to shove, I could handle them.
I offered him a sweet smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. I did not see your name on a billboard when we entered.”
He glanced at his men, and they glared at me. “Don’t push your luck, kid, or we’ll fuck up that pretty face of yours.”
Thor slid his pump back into place and screwed on the lid of his tank before he stalked closer to me, offering me his help if I needed it.
I smiled and nudged him with my elbow. “You hear that, sweetheart? He said I’m pretty.Pretty.”
Thor wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I think you’re fucking hot, baby.”
The Raider’s mouth twisted, and while it wasn’t disgust—actually, it looked more like interest—he straightened and reached for his gun. He wasn’t quick enough for me, though. I fucking saw this shit coming.
Yanking the pump out of my Ducati, I raised it in his direction and pressed the lever. Gas sprayed through the air and straight onto the Raider, some of it landing in his face, but mostly splashing on his chest and belly. He screamed, rubbing at his eyes as though that would help.
The other Raiders came at me, but I already had my hand in my pocket, yanking out a Zippo and showing them. They froze, eyes wide.
Grinning, I waved it. “Want me to set your pres on fire? Make one more move toward me. Go on.”
Thor groaned, held up his hands toward me, and stepped back. This was my show and he was letting me run it the way I wanted.
