11
Loki
Three Months Later
Thor was ignoring me.I poked him in the side, and he gave me a miffed glance in answer.
“No.” He shook his head and turned his back to me.
I grinned and wrapped my arms around him, linking my fingers at his belly and pressing my chest against his back. We sat on stools at the bar, our club brothers and sisters surrounding us as they talked. It was a Saturday night, and while we usually threw a banging party, this was a lighter get together. I didn’t know why, but Odin decided to ban cut sluts and hand arounds, citing that it was a family only evening. A part of me wanted to believe he was growing soft in his age, but I didn’t think that was the case at all. He was up to something.
“I want to go have sex,” I repeated in his ear, the exact same thing I’d said to him moments before. He’d been so careful with me over the last three months, and I hated it. The most we did was blow jobs and hand jobs, and I wanted a rough pounding. But Thor demanded I wait until I was fully healed. I ended up with a broken wrist and elbow, and three fractured ribs, too. My ankle had a crack in it, and I was very bruised but had no internal organ damage. Still, Thor felt the need to be careful with me, to wait until my ribs didn’t hurt. They still twinged, but they felt a hundred times better than they had a few weeks ago.
“No.” Thor grabbed my hand and raised it to his lips, laying a gentle kiss on my palm.
I pouted even though he couldn’t see it. “Why not? You promised me a night. Where’s my night, Thor?”
“Good things come to boys who wait.”
I bit down on his shoulder, getting the flavor of the fresh T-shirt he’d put on before the party started, and he laughed. “You’re so unfair,” I whined. “Your mouth and hand won’t do. I want your cock inside me.”
We earned ourselves a few glances. After the incident with Odin, we didn’t outright announce being together. We just… were. A few of the guys and girls asked, but most went with the flow. Hati insisted he knew, but everyone called him on his bullshit, Thor included. We were too good at hiding it. Odin finding out had been a complete accident, but I was glad he knew before we told him. He had less of a reason to be angry or surprised. Not that Odin was that kind of guy. I couldn’t remember ever seeing him furious at his men or women. He was one of those people who expressed his disappointment, which was a hundred times worse than anger.
Rig glared at us. I fluttered my fingers at him in a wave, earning a snarl in answer.
Thor’s laughter grew and he whirled around to face me again, the top of the stool spinning with him. “Don’t.”
I sent him my most innocent smile. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re goading Rig.”
“I am not,” I argued with a wink.
Hel slammed two glasses of beer in front of us and gave us a smirk. Her dark curly hair hung past her shoulders, spread out in a way she usually didn’t allow, except on party nights. She was beautiful, a Latin goddess who’d taken down more men than a lot of brothers in this club, and an enforcer with knife skills that anyone would be jealous of. “Drinks on me, boys. You deserve it.”
“For falling off my bike and surviving with only a few broken bones?” I asked, grabbing the stein and taking a sip.
“For fucking each other and Odin not taking Thor’s balls for it,” she answered with a strong laugh, grabbing a stein of her own and raising it to us. “Cheers to you brave fuckers.” She didn’t give us a chance to say anything before she was chugging her alcohol down like a woman possessed.
Hel was a lot of things, and a drinker was near the top of the list. She could outdrink any man or woman, maybe even Odin. She could also outfuck them, too. She’d made her way around the club, screwing every guy and woman who swung her way and had the markings on her bedpost to prove it.Literally.She and Modi were in competition, and for every new person they took to their bed, they’d scratch a line in the wooden bed frames.
I raised my glass to Thor, who tapped his against mine, and we drank again. I hummed my way through a few swallows before I placed it back on the bar. Hel had finished the last of her beer, slamming it on the newly polished mahogany and wiping the back of her mouth.
“Fuck yeah, that’s the flavor I want.” She howled, and a few of the guys joined in.
I laughed, shaking my head. Modi thought I was insane, but Hel gave me a run for my money. I liked her, though, a lot. She was my type of people.
Slapping me on the shoulder, she nodded her head toward Thor. “Good catch on that one. I’ve wanted to ride that cock since I joined as a prospect.”
I grinned. “Me too. Well, since I was old enough to want cock. He’s mine now. No one else can have him.”
“No sharing?” Hel teased, flicking her tongue at me.
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him again. “Nope. Mine.”
She shrugged, filling her stein up with beer from the tap again. “I don’t blame you.”
“I appreciate that you’re fighting over me,” Thor said with a chuckle, taking slow, steady sips of his alcohol. He wasn’t in a rush, and I couldn’t help but stare at the way his long neck curved and how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down more of the liquid.
