Page 55 of Thor
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Loki
We lefta little later in the morning than we originally wanted, but we stopped at a diner in Weed. Nothing could get between Thor and food, especially in the morning, and I admitted to myself I enjoyed spending the alone time with him. Being able to fuck whenever we wanted, not having to hide our relationship, it was all really nice and I didn’t want it to finish.
But everything came to an end.
“Are we going to tell Odin when we get back or was that anin the heat of the momentthing?” I asked as we finished breakfast, paid, and made our way out to our bikes.
Thor paused where he stood at the Breakout and turned to me, his eyebrows knitted together. The sun made his hair appear more golden than it usually did, and I resisted the urge to reach up and run my fingers through the strands. He looked absolutely delicious. He wore a plain gray T-shirt with short sleeves that made his arms look like the guns they were, big and threatening, and saliva gathered in my mouth as I thought about kissing them. The cut on top of his shirt always made him sexier. I didn’t know why, but I fucking loved a man in his biker cut, the clean and smooth leather shining under the sun. Then there were the snug jeans, cupping his muscular ass and cock in all the right ways. His appearance was finished off with his black boots. Overall, I gave him a thousand out of ten.
“You think I lied to you about telling him?” he asked, and it took me a moment to remember what we were talking about after I’d been distracted by his hotness.Right, telling Odin about our relationship.
I shrugged, feeling strangely vulnerable. I fucking hated it. Focusing on the Ducati, I tightened the straps on my tail bag. “You were in a strange place in Wittstock. I wouldn’t hold you to it.”
The sound of gravel crunching under his boots made me look up just as he reached me, determination in his expression as he grabbed my face and tilted it up toward him. “I meant every word, Loki.” He wet his lips as his stare devoured me. “You’re mine, and I want everyone to know. Odin will be the first.”
“You’re not worried he’ll kick your ass or demote you?” I asked.
“He can try.” He stroked his thumb over my bottom lip and tugged at it. “But he can’t take away my vice president position unless I do something against the Lords’ best interests. I’ve been nothing but loyal. Even if he did take it away from me, I don’t give a shit. You’re worth it.”
“Say that again,” I whispered, a little more desperately than I wanted to admit.Fuck,it sounded so good coming from his mouth.
Thor’s smile stole my breath. He leaned a little closer until his lips brushed against mine. “I said, you are worth it.”
“I don’t know what’s more romantic, you throwing yourself on top of me to protect me from the blast of a grenade or when you say that.” I poked out my tongue at him, and he chomped in the air in front of me, as though he was trying to catch it between his teeth. Laughing, I jumped back. “Come on, big boy. Let’s get home so I can see Odin’s face when we tell him we’re fucking.”
“No.” Thor grabbed me around the waist and dragged me into a rough kiss. His beard tickled the skin on my cheeks and chin. “Not fucking. Dating. You’re not only a fuck to me, Loki.”
“I love it when you say things like that. It’s sexier than a grenade blowing someone to pieces.” I laved my tongue across his cheek, and his laughter settled warmth in the pit of my stomach. Everything he did made me feel content and safe, a strange mixture of emotions I hadn’t realized I needed to feel until I met him.
“You’re crazy. My kind of crazy.” He kissed the tip of my nose and backed away. “Come on, we need to get started. This is going to be a long trip home, especially once we hit LA traffic.”
I pouted but got on the Ducati. “Race you home?”
He gave me a lopsided grin. “You haven’t got a chance, boy.”
“Bring it on,Daddy.” I made a kissy gesture at him when he glared at the nickname. I slammed my helmet on my head and inserted my key in the bike, thumbing the start button. The Ducati grumbled to life as Thor got on his Harley. I took off before he’d even started her, but he wouldn’t be far behind me.
By the time we closed in on the north side of Pleasant Beach, it was dark and gloomy, with rain clouds clumping together above us. A mist of rain landed on the glass of my helmet, and I tilted my head back to soak it up. I loved the rain, except when it was too cold to enjoy. Storms were fine, too, as long as they didn't stick around for days on end. I enjoyed the beach and heat too much for that. Outside of the city wasn’t much of anything other than trees and a long stretch of road, and Thor had taken his position in front of me. I enjoyed a good race, but this time I decided to let him win. I thought he might need it after Wittstock.
The freeway traffic had dwindled, which was unusual for a Saturday night, but most people were probably already in the big city of Los Angeles by now. We took the less-used freeways to avoid stupid drivers.
I closed my eyes. There was nothing better than freedom on a bike. I hadn’t always liked motorcycles because as a young boy I’d blamed them for my father’s death. I blamed the club. Moving in with Odin had changed my perspective, and my love for bikes grew. Odin had taken me into the garage a few times to teach me how to treat the lady—his Harley—the right way. He’d made me change her oil and wash her until she was sparkling in the sun. I’d learned to respect bikes, and I quickly realized my father’s death was his choice in the end. He’d chosen to be a biker, to live that life, and the entire club loved him. They’d lost a family member, too—especially Odin.
Now the ride was part of who I was. It was in my blood, no different than an organ I needed to live. I was an outlaw biker like my father before me.
I opened my eyes again and watched Thor’s back. He looked at ease on his Breakout, a man with no worries. He’d left them all back in Wittstock with Tobias Langley. I understood what he meant now, could already see the change in him. He was beautiful like this. Free. Happy. I never wanted to see him like he’d been back in that town. Now that I knew why he’d left, I would never ask him to go back if he didn’t want to. The choice was his.
A car flew past us with a loud roar, the headlights blinding me for a second, and I blinked out the flashes of light in my vision. Bastards had to have been on high beam.
I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the squealing of tires and the car spun in the dirt on the side of the road, veering back onto the gravel. Frowning, I glanced back up at Thor, but he hadn’t noticed. The Harley was loud, and he was a considerable distance in front of me. The car’s engine rumbled as whoever was driving put their foot down, shooting closer and closer to me. My heart jackhammered and I focused on reasons they could be catching up to us. There were a million. We were Lords, we pissed off a lot of people, and in times like these, focusing on the why was a death sentence.
I reacted like I’d always been taught to by Odin. Reaching inside my jacket, I slowed down and focused over my shoulder at the car. I yanked out my Glock and aimed. If it’d been a mistake, they would have braked, but the sight of a weapon made them speed up.Fuck. The one negative thing about being on a bike was that we weren’t a match for a car, especially one that—as it came closer, I saw—was a Mustang. There was no point yelling for Thor, he wouldn’t hear me. My only option was to defend him. I’d die before I let them get past me.
I swerved in the middle of the road and shot my first bullet. It missed when the Mustang dodged and someone in the passenger seat slid the top half of his body out the window, an automatic rifle clutched in his hands.
“Shit.” I pulled at my handlebars and turned the Ducati, narrowly avoiding a spray of bullets that hit the gravel near my wheels. It was almost as though they were aiming to knock us off rather than kill us, which might be a good thing because I didn’t have a chance in hell taking down a Mustang and a guy with a rifle. We were fucked if they wanted to bury us six feet under.
Thor swung around at the sound of the gunshots and hit his brakes, the Harley fishtailing as he slammed his boots on the ground when it finally stopped.
I waved my hand at him, shouting, “Get out of the way,” to him as though he’d listen. He was almost as stubborn as I was—almost.
He ran to the middle of the road and yanked his handgun out of his jacket, aiming straight ahead. I swerved so he had direct visual of the man hanging out of the car, and he hit the trigger. The man with the gun ducked, but the strap that hung around his neck connecting to the rifle slipped off his head and he lost his grip on the gun, and it smashed into pieces along the road. He slammed his hand against the car and shouted something I couldn’t hear, but we were getting close to Thor, and I couldn’t let them run him over.
I turned to shoot at the windshield of the car, but they gunned it and the bumper hit the back of my Ducati. The handlebars shuddered under the power of the hit, and when I finally got control of the bike again, I was hit behind with a harder force. Even as Thor continued to try and shoot at them, it was too late. There was no way I could keep control with how hard they bumped me this time.
The bike vibrated, then slid out from under me. There was nothing I could do but go along for the ride. My back hit the road, and the rush of adrenaline was the only reason I didn’t feel anything as I tumbled hard across the gravel and off to the dirt on the side of the road. The world spun around me as I rolled until I came to a complete stop. My vision hadn’t ceased turning, though, and the trees reaching high above me tilted with the dizziness that thumped in my head. Pain reverberated through my body. Bones I already knew were broken throbbed, and a yell of agony ripped from my throat before everything went black.
