by Zoey Derrick
“Why are you here?” he asks.
“Because you brought me here.”
He stalks closer to me, tightening the distance between me, the wall and his rock-hard body. “Why are you back in Roswell?”
I look up at him with bewilderment. “Why the fuck do you think?” I growl. “Arizona is about to make a move. It’s the last fucking chance I have to get revenge for my parents, for Tryke.”
He punches the wall next to me. I don’t flinch. “I killed Tryke,” he growls.
“You had no choice,” I yell back.
“Do you honestly believe that?” he asks me in a tone that challenges everything I know about that night.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Why?”
“Because Kellen only ever wanted to protect me, keep me out of the club, away from the danger it presented and you would do anything to protect me from that danger because no matter how hard you try to be badass and hide it, you fucking love me and you loved him.” Tears swim in my eyes. “You’d do anything for him. You’d die for me.”
“Don’t kid yourself, sweetheart.” He pulls away from me.
“Bullshit. Drop the badass act, Loki. You’d die to protect me. You’d kill if it meant keeping me safe. I’m yours. I’ve been yours since I was three fucking years old. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”
Again, his eyes narrow, this time in anger. “Bullshit.”
“I did what I had to do to survive inside the club’s walls, Loki. You fucking know that as well as anyone. If you didn’t kill Tryke, he’d have had to kill you or you’d both be dead. So, don’t think for one second that I don’t know that you did what you did to save me.”
He slams into me, pressing me against the wall. His hand comes to my chin as he lifts it toward his face. His eyes are on mine, alive and alight as he growls, “You’re right,” before slanting his lips over mine in a soul-stealing kiss that melts every piece of ice around my heart. My entire body comes alive under his skillful lips. His tongue slides into my mouth and I stop breathing momentarily as I feel his cock press against me, hard and ready.
Our breathing is ragged and uneven when he pulls back. “Finish it, Loki,” I urge.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me down the hall toward his room.
Chapter Twelve
LOKI
We enter my room.
She’s naked.
I’m hard.
She had my kid.
Fuck.
“What’s her name?”
“Piper,” she whispers.
“You never thought to tell me?”
“I called you, several times,” she mumbles.
“I should have never…”
She glares at me. “Don’t you dare. I don’t regret it. Not one second of what we had that night. She’s my everything, Loki. Everything,” she emphasizes.
I sit on the bed, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.
She kneels before me and puts her hands on my hips and vies for my attention by getting in my line of sight.
“I don’t regret it,” she says again before taking my head in her hands and pressing her lips to mine. I groan and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me. Her body is warm, naked, willing.
Her hands roam down my neck, over my shoulders and she wraps them around my waist. “Finish it,” she breathes.
I stand, pulling her with me and her arms move back to my shoulders, sliding off my cut. I release her, letting my cut fall from my arms and she lays it across the bed gently before returning for my t-shirt. She pulls it off in one swift movement and then she’s at my jeans, unbuttoning them, sliding down the zipper and pushing them down to my thighs.
She lowers herself to the floor, my cock free and in her face. She slides a fat, wet tongue from base to tip and I shiver. My eyes roll up in my head and my head spins. I feel her lift a pant leg, looking for the zipper on my boot and she lowers it then taps the back of my foot. I lift it and she pulls it off my foot and tosses is aside. She repeats the process on the other foot and I sit back down.
She pulls my jeans and socks from my legs and I fall back on the bed. Emotions overwhelm me. She’s here, she’s with me, and she brought my daughter.
My daughter.
Her hands slide up my thighs and her body presses between my legs. One of her hands wraps around my dick and she gently strokes up and down. I groan. Her touch obliterates me in every way imaginable. I felt it that first night in Boulder, then again during the first night here. It’s why I went in without a cover six years ago, and tried to again last week. I can’t think straight around her.
Her body slides up farther and then she straddles me. Her wet cunt sits atop my dick and he twitches. “Fuck,” I growl and I see a smirk of satisfaction on her lips. She leans down, pressing her pussy further onto my crotch. I want to be inside her, buried deep. She flicks her hips. Then she’s kissing my chest, but not my nipples, no, her lips land on the lily tattooed over my heart.
“It took everything I had not to kiss this that first night,” she breathes, her breath cool against the wetness she’s left behind and my nipples harden. The barbells feel like vices as the skin tightens. “When?” she asks.
“As soon as I got home,” I tell her. It’s true. I wasn’t home twelve hours and I was in the shop. “I left because I promised Tryke I’d walk away,” I whisper. “He wanted you safe, away from this life. If I’d have stayed, you’d have gotten sucked right into it.”
She sits up, the motion making my eyes roll as her pussy slides along my cock. “Did it ever occur to either one of you that it was my choice to make? Or that the safest place for me was and is as an old lady?”
My eyes widen at her. “Is that really what you want?”
“It’s what I’ve wanted since I was ten, Loki,” she admits.
I sit up fast, wrapping my arms around her, holding her to me, my face in her neck, my cock shifting between us. “Finish it,” I tell her.
Her hand slides between us, but she hesitates. “I’m clean.” I breathe. “You’re it, the only one I’ve ever…” I don’t need to say anymore. She’s shifting herself to line up with my cock. Her entrance is right there. “Piper,” I breathe.
“I’m covered,” she whispers.
“That’s disappointing,” I mumble before pulling my face out of her hair. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me.
“She’s my everything, but I won’t do that again, alone.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Never alone again,” I grunt as I push into her.
Her eyes roll back and my body burns for her. “So, fucking tight,” I say through gritted teeth, holding back the overwhelming rush of sensation and desire to come.
“For a bar slut?” she tacks on with a raised eyebrow.
“Fuck,” I groan as I flip her over, pressing her into the bed, my cock pressing farther inside her.
She cries out my name and I start to move inside her. So wet, warm and tight. “You feel amazing,” I grunt as I continue to thrust inside her, hard.
I lower my face and brush my lips against hers. “Mine,” I growl and I start really fucking her, harder and faster.
Her body locks down and I know she’s close, so close. I push in and out faster as she explodes around me. “Logan!” she cries and my orgasm explodes inside her clenching tunnel.
Something wakes me. I’m not sure what and I don’t care. I roll over, looking to wrap my arms around my woman and she’s gone. I bolt upright in bed when I hear a pounding at the front door. “Kiwi,” I say, but I get no answer. “Fuck.”
I get out of bed, grabbing my jeans and stumbling my way down the hall, putting them on as I go. I look through the window in my door and see Cowboy standing on the other side.
“What’s doin’, man?” I ask as I open the door. The look on his face wipes away all thoughts of looking for Kiwi.
“We got trouble.”
“Figured, where?”
“Clubhouse. Get d
ressed,” he snaps and I race down the hall to my room. Kiwi’s scent lingers around the room and my cock hardens. She fucking left.
My eyes land on the clock, her picture and a note. It’s nearly eleven in the morning. I grab the note.
Hey Slugger,
Had to get home to Piper.
-L
Like a moron, I sniff the paper and it smells just like her.
“Let’s go, bro,” Cowboy calls from the living room. I put her note down and get dressed.
I’m throwing my cut over my shoulders as I walk down the hall. Cowboy is standing there holding something in his hand with a wicked smirk on his face. “Have fun last night?” I snatch Kiwi’s panties out of his hand.
“Didn’t you?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Always. Perk of having an old lady.”
I shake my head but only to hide the fact that I’m not ready to admit publically that I’ve found my own old lady.
“Let’s fly,” Cowboy says and we take off across the yard. He’s climbing on his bike as I pull my phone from my cut. There are several missed calls and two texts.
I click the first one.
Miss you, slugger
I smile like an idiot at my phone then flip to the next one and my smile fades.
From Pyro:
Rack’s dead
“Fuck,” I growl as I kick my leg over. “What the fuck happened?”
I direct my question to Cowboy but he doesn’t answer me as he starts his bike. “Critical Chaos,” he finally says as he pushes up my driveway.
“Fuck.”
It’s after eight when I’m roaring down the street toward my house. I drive past Kiwi’s place and her car is gone. The other car and her bike are still there. She’s at work, should be.
I speed up. I want to take a shower before I head to Iron Wings tonight. Cowboy shut it down for the night, but it’s where the Angels are meeting. Rack’s ink has barely healed and he’s gone. He was a good kid with a lot of potential and all the guys recognized that early on. He was a little soft, not sure he’d have ever earned his 1%, but he wasn’t gonna stop trying.
His death was caused by stupid male chauvinistic bullshit. Completely unnecessary, but he will be buried as a brother in two days.
Rooster will be at I.W. tonight and I need to be there to keep Kiwi in check. As far as I can tell, they’ve not crossed paths yet and who the hell knows what frame of mind she’ll be in.
I take a fast shower, ignoring my hard cock. The thought of seeing Kiwi again, knowing she’s Kiwi, has my mind roaming with all kinds of crazy ass ideas.
I get out, get dressed and within ten, I’m on the road to Iron Wings.
Chapter Thirteen
KIWI
“We need another round,” I tell Loni. None of us want to be here tonight, but Rooster’s given us no choice. I wanted to ask why they weren’t doing this at the clubhouse, but I bit my tongue and let it go. Iron Wings is one of the Angels’ biggest money makers in Roswell. Shutting it down for a night so these guys can drink themselves stupid isn’t exactly the smartest business decision.
Either that or I’m just pissed because I have to serve the asshole responsible for killing my brother, mother and father. I clocked him the moment he walked in the door. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did. Immediately after him was the other guy, Gunnar, and my blood boiled when I saw him.
I’ve also gathered from the other members that Rooster and Gunnar are not their favorite people. They respect them, sure, it’s who they are, but that’s where it stops and I take comfort in that. Rooster has run this charter into the ground and I get the impression no one is gonna care when he’s dead.
“Here you go,” Loni says softly. Her eyes are red from crying. Losing a member takes a toll on everyone and this one hits me harder than I expected. I didn’t know Rack well, but I knew enough to know he was good people. Hell, I wound him up tighter than a drum last night and he took me home without a second thought and never made a move to further our evening. I had mad respect for him after knowing him only a short time.
I grab my tray off the bar and walk toward the pushed together tables in the middle of the bar. Nearly everyone is here. Pyro got here a few minutes ago and his eyes keep landing on me. I don’t understand it. I don’t get what his obsession with me is. It’s not like he’s made a move on me. The one time I thought he was, he told me he didn’t want me. That still stings.
I pass drinks around the table. The guys are animated despite the circumstances and they’re telling stories about Rack. Apparently, he was a prospect longer than most, so he was hanging around the club a long time. Everyone seems to have a story to tell about him.
The door to the bar opens and my heart stops in my chest as Loki strolls in. As he walks closer to me, my heart kicks up in double time. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. The next thing I know, his lips are pressing into mine and there is a chorus of hooting and hollering from the men in the room.
I blush and pull back. “Nice to see you too, slugger.”
He squeezes me again and lets me go, finding a seat next to Pyro, who is glaring at him with daggers shooting from his eyes.
About an hour later, the old ladies show up wearing their colors. I’ve never seen most of them, but they quickly slide in beside their men and settle in. New drinks are served by me and one of the other girls, Kat. Loni has joined Cowboy, her old man, at the tables.
My heart clenches when I see Loki looking at me. He cocks his head and I try to hide my jealousy of what Loni and Cowboy have but Loki sees it and offers me a sad smile.
No one else shows up. No whores, no free pussy, just the men and their old ladies. Kat and I serve them throughout the night. Eventually the evening turns rowdy as the amount of alcohol they consume goes up, but they’re not dicks, just angry, hurt biker dudes cutting loose.
When the party dies down and everyone but Cowboy, Loni, Kat and myself are left, we clean up the bar, putting the tables back and getting ready for tomorrow’s crowd. The members didn’t pay a dime for their drink fest, which means Kat and I made nothing for the night, which is okay by me until Loni comes over and hands us both envelopes. “For tonight,” she says sadly. “I couldn’t have done this without the two of you.” Her eyes well with tears again and her man, Cowboy, comes over and wraps his arm around her.
We take that as our cue to leave. Kat and I walk out together.
“You alright?” she asks me.
“Yeah, you?”
She nods. “I liked Rack. He was always sweet, and a great tipper when he wasn’t working the door.” She winks.
I smile at her as we both climb into our cars. As I’m sitting in the seat, I see something, though I don’t quite know what because when I turn back, it’s gone, but I swear Kellen was just watching me outside the bar.
I shake my head and shake it off as I drive away.
My phone chimes.
I look at it when I come to a light.
From Loki:
Want to see you tonight.
To Loki:
I’m exhausted.
From Loki:
Please.
To Loki:
Be right there.
The light changes and I drive through town. I keep checking my rearview. I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m being followed. It’s two in the morning and Roswell is a ghost town. I’m being paranoid.
I drive past my house, it’s all dark inside. I don’t want to wake Em, so I don’t text her. I don’t plan on staying at Loki’s long.
I pull into the driveway next to his bike and kill the engine. My eyes are on his bike and a shiver slides through me. I don’t know why, but tonight, I can’t keep Kellen out of my mind.
Loki meets me at the door. He’s only wearing jeans. No socks, no shirt and no cut. My mouth waters.
“You alright?” I ask him.
He nods softly. “You?” he asks.
“I think so. I didn’t know him
well, but he…he was a good kid.”
He chuckles, “He was older than you are, sweet cheeks.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “So?”
He shrugs. “Just sayin’.”
He closes the door behind me and I take a moment to look around his house. I’ve been in here three times and all three times I’ve had sex on the brain and no lights to show me around.
It’s simple, a little dirty, but that’s to be expected. A few plates scatter the coffee table in front of the couch, there’s some papers on the dining room table, shit like that, but all in all, it’s what I expected of a bachelor pad. The big flat screen sort of gives it away, too. It’s half as big as the wall and you’d have to be in China to see it all.
“Like it?” he asks.
I smile at him. “It’s definitely you,” I tell him. He smirks and wraps his arms around me. “Thanks, by the way.”
“For?”
“Outing me tonight.”
He looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Oh, the kiss.” He smirks. “Jealousy looks good on you,” he adds.
I glare at him. “I’m not jealous.”
He snorts a laugh and spins me around, holding me to him. His hard cock presses against my stomach and I hold back a groan as I remember feeling him inside me last night. “I saw the look on your face when the old ladies showed up.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “What about it?”
“Since you were ten, huh?”
I soften at his tone. “I was old enough to understand that old ladies rock and…” I stop.
He gives me a little shake. “And?”
“And I was old enough to realize I was in love.”
His eyes narrow. “With who?”
I look him square in the eyes and answer, “Robert Pattinson.”
“Oh really? You like that dead, vampire shit?”
I shrug, smirking. “Maybe a little.”
“I’m crushed,” he teases.
“Why ever for?” I mock him back.