by Zoey Derrick
I look up at him through my lashes and lick my lips. “Take it,” he growls.
With my left hand, I coil my fingers around his stiff cock, squeezing and tugging before I wrap my mouth around the head of his dick.
The second my warm, wet mouth contacts his shaft, he curses above me and a smile plays on my lips. I set myself into a zone, letting my body take over, my mind shutting down as I begin to suck his cock deeper into my mouth.
His hands slide into my hair, coaxing me, but before he can take control of my head, I start to fuck his cock with my mouth. Letting it go deep, hitting the back of my throat, swallow, release and repeat.
His grunts and groans above me, telling me all I need to know, and I keep going. His hands never tighten in my hair and I smile internally as satisfaction slides over me.
I keep fisting his cock and letting it fuck my mouth as best I can with his girth. He really does have a fat cock, and I won’t lie, I’ve never had one bigger than his.
“Stop,” he barks.
I release his cock. “What?” I snap back at him.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he snarls.
“Isn’t that the point, big man?”
“I want your cunt,” he says, his voice surprisingly free of slurs and drunkenness.
I stand between him and the door and reach for the button on my jeans. I kick off my heels and shrink about four inches. He smiles. I reach into my back pocket and produce two condoms before lowering my jeans down my legs. I leave my lace panties in place as I kick my denim and shoes to the side.
He steps back, enjoying the view.
His eyes land on my thigh and the intricate tattoo design there. It’s a combination of lilies, orchids and ivy - similar to what’s under my breasts. His hand glides up from the base of it, near my knee to my hip.
I shrug off my corset and grab hold of his dick, leading him further into the house. “Where’m I goin’, slugger?” I ask.
“Left,” he breathes. No doubt drooling over what’s coloring my back. The tension between me and his cock lets up as he steps closer to me. “You have an amazing ink-slinger,” he says.
That I do, but I don’t need to go into that detail, considering it’s from a Wicked owned shop near Denver. “Thank you,” I say softly. “Now where?” I say as I turn down the hallway.
“Door, straight ahead.”
His drunkenness is the only explanation for why I’m able to lead him through his house by his cock. Either that or I’ve got him so raging hard that it doesn’t matter.
I step through the portal and he pounces on me, arms wrapping around me, taking my breasts into his palms and his fingers rolling my nipples. There’s a twinge of pain and a mountain of pleasure that spikes with each pinch and roll.
“Where’d you want me, cowboy?”
“Face down,” he grunts.
I climb up on the bed. It is filled with all scents of Loki and my mind goes blank. I have never forgotten this scent, despite the smell fading from my sheets and the t-shirt he left behind, the same t-shirt I still wear to bed almost every night. I can hear him shuffling behind me as he kicks off his boots and jeans.
His hand slides onto my ass cheek before sliding to the other one then down the middle of my back as he climbs onto the bed. Then his fingers are in the thin band of my thong and I feel him pull on it, snapping it and the scraps fall away. “Oops,” he laughs.
I roll my eyes. They’re hardly panties anyway.
He presses into me. “Oh no, you don’t.” I sit up, bringing the condom packets I grabbed out of my jeans before sliding them off.
I pull them apart, setting one between my teeth and tossing the others on the bed behind me.
I tear the foil packet and pull the condom free of its covering. “No glove, no love, slugger,” I tell him.
I’m not on birth control, but I’m clean. Him on the other hand? Who the fuck knows. I slowly roll the condom over his cock, he smirks. Once the condom is in place, he spins me back around, pinning me to the bed as he lines back up with my entrance. He pauses briefly. The brief pause turns into a few heartbeats and its getting annoying. I push into him, my pussy taking the tip of his cock and he grunts, then slides inside me in one swoop. Nothing like the first time, but still quick and he’s huge. I squirm, allowing my body a moment to get used to his size, but he has no intention of waiting for me before he’s pulling back out and pushing in.
I cry out as pleasure explodes.
“Jesus, for a bar slut, your cunt’s tight as a glove.”
I clench my teeth.
He slams back into me and I cry out again.
Fuck him.
He deserves this shit.
I start meeting him thrust for thrust. Getting off is no longer a priority for me, but I’m determined to piss him off and if that means fucking him and leaving him, or fucking him and insulting him, then by all means, I’m ready.
He starts grunting harder. Despite being pissed off and desperate to hold back my orgasm from him, it’s growing hotter by the minute.
Fucker.
He continues pounding in and out of me. The dog tags clink together. He’s close, his strokes becoming uneven.
I bite my tongue, hoping to distract from the building pleasure. I hate that despite everything this man has done to me, he still sends my body into a fury of lust and desire.
His grunts get more intense. He’s holding back, waiting for me to come first. That satisfaction makes me smile slightly until he releases one of my hips and slides his hand around front. He searches out and finds my clit. His finger flicks against it then he pinches it between them and my orgasm explodes, consuming me. My pussy clenches his shaft harder.
Tears of frustration threaten to leak.
My plan is falling apart.
He thrusts into me as my orgasm subsides and he grunts and groans as his cock hardens, jerks and explodes with his release. The rubber barrier, my safe haven.
After he’s done rubbing out his orgasm inside me and the condom, he withdrawals. I hear him pull off the rubber. What he does with it, I have no idea because the next thing I know, he’s plopping down on the bed next to me.
I stretch out, refusing to look at him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his side, my back to him. I hear him sniff my hair. “Missed you, Kiwi.”
I freeze, then I’m met with gentle snoring and I realize that my cover isn’t blown just yet. I wait patiently until his gentle snores turn harder and his hold on me loosens enough for me to extract myself.
Thank God, my shit’s in the living room.
I carefully climb off the bed and as I’m walking out of the room, something on his nightstand catches my eye. It’s a picture. I pick it up and hold it toward the hallway light. “Fuck me,” I breathe.
It’s a picture of me, sleeping in my uncle’s house, six years ago. My tank top is askew, but nothing is showing, he covered me up before he took it. Judging from the light in the room, it had to be right before he left.
Asshole.
Chapter Five
LOKI
I roll over, fuck.
My eyes bolt open and I look around. “Huh?” I mumble.
Must have been a dream.
I roll over again, this time with my face landing in the blankets. All I can smell is her. Kiwi.
I bolt upright. It’s still dark outside and I’m lying across my bed buck ass naked. “How?” I ask no one and I look around the room. I see my pants, but by t-shirt and cut are missing.
My eyes roam around the room and they land on the picture next to my clock. I shudder when the night comes roaring back to me.
The chick, at the bar. Skit, that’s what Loni called her earlier in the day. She served us, we drank.
Pyro left…
“Fuck,” I groan as I stand, heading for the front door. My shades are pulled back on the picture window near the door and I can see my driveway- no bike. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I turn and see my cut hanging on the hook by th
e door. My eyes roam down to the floor and I find my t-shirt and nothing else.
I shake my head and stumble back to my room.
“What the…?” I breathe as I pick up the skimpy black lace thing lying on my floor.
Then I remember snapping her thong right before I tried to plunge inside her. The only other woman I’ve ever gone bareback with was her, Kiwi. Why did I all of a sudden want to do it again? I ask myself, but I have no logical answer.
She stopped me. Rolled on a condom.
Jesus, for a bar slut, your cunt’s tight as a glove.
I pull the fabric to my nose and inhale her scent. Strawberries and sex. My mind wanders back to that night in Boulder when I plunged face first into her beautiful cunt.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I groan before plopping back on the bed. My head roars with the start of a hangover as my eyes land on her picture next to my bed. Asleep, sprawled out on the bed, tank screwed up, hair slung over the pillow. The picture of perfection.
You walked away from it, asshole.
That's the last thought that rolls through my mind before I pass out, again.
LILY
“Lily,” I hear before a knock against my bedroom door.
I scrub my face, praying my eyes are no longer red and swollen from the crying jag I let myself have before passing out around three this morning.
“What is it, Emily?” I ask.
“Piper, she’s not feeling well,” Emily tells me through the door.
“I’ll be right out.”
I hear Emily’s retreating footsteps as I climb out of bed, my eyes roaming around the room looking for something to put on. I grab Loki’s old t-shirt then check myself in the mirror. I’d washed off my make-up before I started in on myself last night. So, I’m really just checking to make sure the emotional breakdown isn’t evident.
I can’t believe I thought for one second my plan would work. I should have known he’d pass out, or wouldn’t give a shit. Especially after he called me a bar slut with a tight pussy. It was at that point I felt completely used and I hated that my body responded to him the way it did.
I’ve always had a hot spot for Loki, ever since I was a little girl. First, it was just that he was sweet, nice to me, babysat me when my parents were busy or when Tryke was unable to. Then, as we both got older, he got hotter and hotter and I got more and more infatuated with him.
I shake off the memories and cover myself with the t-shirt and throw on a pair of pajama shorts before leaving my bedroom. I stop at Piper’s room and she’s not there so I make my way into the living room. It’s bright, too bright in the house. It must be early afternoon when I find Piper laying on the couch.
“What’s the matter, Pipes?” I ask her as I sit next to her.
“I not feel good, mommy.” Her voice is soft, sad and pathetic. I put my hand on her forehead.
“You’re not running a fever,” I tell her.
“I know, I just…I miss Uncle Sticks,” she says sadly.
“I know, baby, I do too, but I promise, things will be alright here.” I take a deep breath. I was waiting for this to happen. She and Sticks were like two peas in a pod. Sticks despised my leaving Boulder, but he understood that the time had come for me to do what I needed to do. He relented when he realized that even six years later, despite my daughter, I wasn’t going to let them get away with the things they did to my family. “Can we just give it a little time?” I ask her softly and she nods. “Good, thank you, baby girl. Now, what can I get you to make you feel better?”
“Ice cream,” she states, her voice more confident now.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Have you had lunch yet?”
She nods enthusiastically before coming off the sofa and wrapping her arms around my neck, squeezing tightly. “You have to work?”
“Not for a while, baby. Tell you what, let’s have Emily get you some ice cream while I go get in the shower, then you and I can watch that movie you like?”
“The one with the yellow guys?” she asks sheepishly.
I laugh lightly. “That’s the one,” I tell her and she lights up before hopping down and going into the kitchen.
“Emi, Emi…” she practically shouts as she runs into the kitchen.
“What, baby?” Emily says back to her.
“Mommy, say I can have ice cream.”
“She did, huh?”
“Uh huh,” Piper answers back.
I smile as I stand up from the couch. A distant sound catches my attention and I listen intently as the roar of Harleys draws closer to the house. Three of them roar past the house, all wearing Wicked Angels cuts. They go too fast for me to be certain, but I don’t think any of them are Loki.
The bikes continue down the street until the noise disappears. Then it comes back. This time it’s just one bike. It slows in front of the house. I can’t tell who it is at first, not until they pause right in front of my house. Eyes locked on my bike as it’s parked out front. He seems to be looking it over, almost as if he’s trying to decide who it belongs to. After a moment, he turns his head and I see the jagged scar down the side of his face and I know it’s the man who was with Loki last night.
I can’t place him, but there is something oddly familiar about him and its really starting to bother me.
After a few moments, the bike roars and takes off after the other three. Loki’s house is right down the street, though out of earshot of the bikes, close enough that he could drive by and see my car in the driveway. That is if he was that alert last night.
“Here you go, sweetie,” I hear Emily say.
“Thank you,” Piper replies and I scoot down the hall for my room, a shower and clean change of clothes.
It’s now quarter after five and I have to be to work in forty-five minutes. I kneel and Piper wraps her arms around me. “See you tomorrow, mommy,” she says.
My working nights, in a bar, is nothing new for her, which is why Emily is here. We became friends after she stopped at the bar where I was working at the time. I don’t know what it was, but we just clicked. She was doing everything she could just to pass through town and move on with her life.
We never discussed her reasons for running away, but I managed to convince her to stay. She was barely nineteen at the time and I wasn’t about to let her take off. So, I gave her a job as my nanny. When it came time for me to move down here, I offered her more money, and she didn’t hesitate, much. She has her own room, and she takes care of Piper for me. I look past Piper to Emily. “I left your salary and some grocery money on the counter for you,” I tell her.
“Thank you, Lily,” she smiles.
Emily is twenty-two now and I hated pulling her away from Boulder, but she was more than willing to come with me. She’s a sweet girl and amazing with Pipes. She is making plans to go back to school and I offered to help her pay for it. I’m not broke and working at a bar is hardly what I need to do to make a living and it kills me to pull so much time away from Piper, but I have to do this. If I don’t, and I’m discovered, she’ll never be safe.
“Love you, baby girl. Have a good day at school tomorrow.” I squeeze her.
“I will,” she says enthusiastically. It was evident that school was going to be a great place for Piper and it has been. She’s in kindergarten, but her school doesn’t offer full day, so she’s there in the mornings. “Love you,” she smiles as she lets me go. She turns toward Emily. “I want mac n’ cheese for dinner.” I smile at Emily who nods and takes Piper into the kitchen for dinner.
I secure my leather and head out the front door, a bag in hand. I can’t very well wear leather bike boots, though I’m sure Loni is gonna give me an eyeful when I show up on my bike at the bar tonight. I don’t give a shit. I don’t want to take my car. The temptation to give Loki a ride home again, should he show up, is too great. I have to put some distance between us or I won’t get this shit over with so I can go back to Boulder with my heart in one piece.
Big Daddy is
keeping Sticks in the loop on what’s going down in Roswell. Sticks is keeping me in the loop on the side. I need to know when Arizona plans to make their move so I can have my crack at Gunnar and Rooster before Big Daddy gets his claws into them.
I fling my leg over my bike and start it. Feeling the rumble and hum of the engine between my legs gives me a feeling of power and invincibility. I look to the sky and silently thank my brother for teaching me to ride before he taught me to drive.
Old ladies don’t drive, they ride bitch.
I guess maybe I was never meant to be an old lady. I love the rumble of the bike between my legs and the control in my hands as I drive.
I put my shades on and slowly back the bike down the driveway before kicking over the gears and taking off down the street.
The wind in my face is the best feeling in the world, second only to looking in my daughter’s eyes.
The eyes of her father.
Chapter Six
PYRO
The bike takes off down the street. Whoever owns it, isn’t an Angel and curiosity got the better of me after I saw it this afternoon. So, I’m hiding down the street when I see it rolling down the driveway before peeling out.
“Fuck,” I growl as she roars past me.
I give her a head start, long enough to get through the light at the entrance to the neighborhood. No need to follow her, though. I know where she’s going. Loki on the other hand?
I turn the opposite direction of where she went and head straight for his house.
I pull up in front of it and park behind Loki’s car. Loki and I took it back to Iron Wings to get his wheels this afternoon and I reamed him a new asshole about taking home bar sluts. Loni is an absolute ballbuster when it comes to her girls, and a new one is no exception.
Loni is Cowboy’s old lady. She’s been running Iron Wings for the last twenty plus years and has no qualms about busting your ass if you fuck with one of her girls, especially the new ones. Even ones, like Skit, who’ve had a long-standing career as a bar wench.