Page 51 of Thor
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Thor
LeavingWittstock was much harder than I’d expected. Knowing not everyone hated me like I’d thought had dug deeper into my chest than I’d predicted. After some long embraces, including Loki and Morgan hugging it out, we finally left the graveyard and headed back to the motel. Our bags were already packed, and we were on the road before midday, the sun peeking out from behind thick gray clouds that threatened to pour down on us. Even though there were a few spits of rain, there was nothing to make riding uncomfortable. Not that Loki and I couldn’t handle it if it did get bad, it was just easier to drive in the sunshine, which was why I preferred California.
We arrived in Weed in record time, but it felt like we were flying on air on the way back. It always seemed faster when we were heading home from somewhere, but it helped that we were passing cars as though they were moving at a snail’s pace. The bikes had better pick up and more control and that’s what I loved about motorcycles, even the heavy Harley.
Control.
I liked being in charge and having everything the way I planned it, which was why I also hated Wittstock. Waiting for their reactions to seeing me was like letting my balls hang out and seeing who would kick them first, but the trip turned out better than I’d hoped.
Now we were back in the same motel we’d stopped at on the way to Washington, in an identical room. There was nothing fancy about the amenities, but it was suitable for a one-night stay.
“We should go skinny dipping in the pool tonight,” Loki said as he threw himself on the bed, bouncing on his stomach on the mattress, his pert ass arched up almost like he was tempting me to take a bite.
“This is a family motel,” I replied, grinning. That had never stopped us before and this place looked more like a drug den.
Loki snorted, tilting his ass toward me and throwing me a downright wicked look that had my cock perking up with interest. “If this motel is for kids, then I’m a fucking virgin going into priesthood.”
I tapped a cross on my body. “May God be with you.”
He blinked at me, then cracked up laughing. “That’s Star Wars.May the force be with you.”
“I know.” I joined in on his laughter and collapsed on the bed next to him on my stomach. He rolled onto his side and threw a leg over my thigh, grinding his hard cock against me. “I haven’t been to church since I was about fourteen or something.”
“Isn’t Jeanie religious? I’ve seen those crosses and pictures of Jesus around her house. I’ve never stepped a foot in church and I know what I saw.”
I curled my arm around his waist and tugged him as close as I could. He smelled like leather and the open road—fresh and airy. “She used to be. Her and the Colonel made us go to church every Sunday. When we hit our teens, we kind of stopped wanting to go, but Mom and the Colonel still went. The Colonel liked to say we got rebellious.” And he never let us hear the end of it. He’d blamed that same rebellion for the accident after it happened. Months went by of the Colonel telling me if I’d just gone to church, this wouldn’t have happened. It was bullshit. “After the accident… she stopped going. I used to think she was ashamed of facing the town after what I did.”
Loki kissed my leather cut on my shoulder and snuggled against my chest. “You didn’t ask her when we were there.”
I buried my nose in his hair and breathed him in. Some of the guys reeked like beer and cigarettes on a good day, but Loki always smelled delicious. I couldn’t get enough of him. “What good would come of it? I already feel shitty for leaving them to deal with the town after I left.”
“But now you know they aren’t ashamed of you.” He ground himself against my thigh again and my cock ached. Between his scent and the way he pressed up against me, I was well on my way to being rock-hard and ready for action. It was difficult not to be in full salute when Loki was around.
“You’ve never been part of a small town, not one like Wittstock, so let me tell you something about it. They’re good at hiding their hatred. They won’t show it to your face because they don’t do confrontations. Gossip is more their thing.” Laughing, I laid a kiss against the corner of his mouth, and he tilted his chin up, asking for more. I gave him what he wanted, and he moaned into me. I pressed my palm against the leather of his cut, the smooth texture and aroma of leather completing how damn sexy he was. “Trust me, they’ll have gossiped all about me and you as soon as we left. We will be the talk of the town.”
“As long as they mention how hot I am.” He flicked his curls like he was in an ad for L’Oréal.
I laughed. “It’s hard not to when you’re prettier than half the women in that town.”
He narrowed his eyes on me. “I fucking hate that word and you know it. I’m notpretty.”
Holding up my palms to him, my laughter grew louder, and he shoved me, hard, making me tumble off the bed. I landed on my stomach, but not even that stopped me from laughing.
“You’re an asshole.” He leaned over the edge of the bed, mock glaring, which softened into a smile. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
“Come here.” I opened my arms, and he rolled off the bed, falling straight on top of me. I grunted at the impact of his weight, his elbow accidently landing into my gut.
His chuckles filled the room. “Sorry.”
I wrapped my arms around him as he settled on the carpet against my side. “Are you going to tell me why you brought a grenade to the funeral?”
“Depends, are you going to tell me why you brought a gun when you forbade me from doing it?” He flashed me a grin.
“Because I had to protect you,” I said honestly.
Loki froze and stared into my eyes. Silence stretched out between us and his mouth curled into a sweet smile. “Did you expect him to do something like that?”
