Page 15 of Loki's Luck

“Well, I guess that’s better than being normal. Who wants that boring ass job?” she asks, and I chuckle again. This woman will run me ragged, and I can’t fucking wait.

“Pet, tell me about you. Got any family I should know about?” I ask, wanting to know everything about this woman. We have to start somewhere. I know there will come a point when she knows me better than I know myself. The only way to start is with open communication and no secrets.

“Not much to tell, really. I have an older sister who made it her life’s mission to protect me from everything bad in life,” she says simply with a shrug, but I know my woman, and I also know trauma. I can see the pain in her eyes leading to the crazy. It matches mine.

“Pet,” I soothe. “How about we start with my story first? Then you can tell me yours,” I say, making a deal with her. She nods, and I lay mine on her chest again before starting in on my past. Explain why I live the way I do, do the things I do, and explain why my sister needed to get away.

She stays silent the whole time, just running her fingers through my hair until finally, I go quiet. I told her everything, every single detail, and left nothing out. I laid my cards on the table before her so she could see how much we were alike, and I have nothing to hide; I see her soul since it mirrors mine. She stays silent for another minute before taking a deep breath.

“My father was never in the picture. Like you, I have no idea who that man was. Honestly, I’m not even positive Ash and I share the same father. It didn’t really matter because it was us against the world for my whole life. My mother was there, but not really present. She was too worried about her next score to care what we were doing. She never beat us, never laid a hand on us, but never showed us any type of love. I don’t remember her hugging Ash or me. But that’s a whole different set of mommy issues. When I was about ten, my mom got married to my stepdad. He was never nice to us; he gave me the creeps, so Ash and I stayed out of his way as much as possible. It worked for a year or two. He didn’t like us sharing a bedroom because he claimed we were too big of ‘pussies’ to sleep alone. When, in reality, it was him we were afraid of. Something about him was just… off.” From the sound of her voice and her breathing, I can tell she’s reliving those moments as she retells her story. She takes a deep, shuttering breath before continuing.

“One night, I woke up with his hand over my mouth, and he was lifting my nightgown. I froze, but only for a moment, not realizing what was going on. Ash was across the room, sleeping on a mattress on the floor she had dragged in from her bedroom. He had such a tight grip on my mouth I couldn’t make a noise, and it was hard to draw in a breath. He climbed on the bed and put his knee between my legs.”

I close my eyes tightly, trying to calm the beast that wants to rip the fucking male species apart with my bare hands. My pet needs to finish this, let this all out, and I need to hear it. No matter how painful it is for me, I know it’s nothing compared to what she’s going through by telling me.

“When he placed his knee in just the right spot, I lifted my leg fast and hard, hitting him right in the balls. The bastard fell back, yelling and cursing, and I started clawing at his face. He reared back and punched me across my cheek. I cried out, and all the commotion must have awoken Ash. She came running out of nowhere, holding a knife. I found out later that she always had that knife under her pillow, worried something like that would happen. She started stabbing, not caring what damage she did. When she was too tired to lift and push the knife through him anymore, I grabbed it. He was still crying and moving, and I knew my mom would take his side, so I took the knife and continued stabbing him, just like my sister. With one of my motions, I caught him in the throat. Blood was everywhere, and we had no clue what to do next. All we were trying to do was protect ourselves, but we knew we were in a bad situation, even though we were only kids. My mom didn’t care what happened to us, but this man supplied her addiction. We knew it would be her word against ours. In the end, Ash and I took care of it,” she says, shrugging with her eyes still clouded over with the memories.

“What do you mean, you took care of it, pet?” I ask, smiling wide; I couldn’t keep the pride from radiating in my voice if I tried. Even at a young age, my woman was fierce.

“We dragged him deep into the woods behind our trailer, dug as deep as we could, poured bleach over top of him, not knowing if it would help or not, and then we buried him. We put straw, leaves, sticks, and anything we could find on top of the makeshift grave, hoping and praying he would never be found. Then we went back inside, spent the next two days cleaning every crack of my bedroom, and tried to move on. My mom was so fucking unstable that it wasn’t a surprise when she was gone for a few days, but it gave us the time we needed to take care of everything. She came home not to check on her kids, but only because she needed another score from the bastard. When she couldn’t find her piece of shit husband, she just assumed he ran off with one of his whores. She never filed a missing person report, and he was never found. We were off the hook,” she finishes, and I don’t know what to say.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that, pet? I hate what you had to go through, but I’m so damn proud of you for the outcome,” I tell her honestly. I look up into her eyes, and she’s fucking breathtakingly beautiful.

How the fuck did I find the perfect fucking woman in this small town? My dances with the devil have been worth all the sacrifices, blood, tears, and scars. I would do them all again in a fucking heartbeat to receive the ultimate reward—my woman, my fucking love, my pet.

I fall asleep in that position, my head buried in Halle’s tits. As I wake the next morning, I realize two things. First, I’m drooling like a fucking infant all over my pet… and second, I’ve never had a better night’s sleep. There were no bad dreams, no tossing and turning, just sweet, incredible bliss, and I’m not exactly sure how to feel about that. One thing I know is I found my new sleeping spot. I turn my head into her chest and rub my face between those two glorious globes, slowly licking up the center.

“Hmmm… don’t start that. We don’t have time this morning,” Halle groans and squirms, running her fingers through my hair.

“Why not? I want my breakfast hot with a splash of spice,” I say, moving my hand down and pressing it between her legs. She moans again, and I feel how turned on she is by the heat pouring from her cunt onto my hand. Fuck, I’m a lucky bastard, getting to wake up to this beauty every day for the rest of my life. Next time, I’ll wake her up with my head between her legs, getting a jumpstart on my breakfast in bed.

“I have to leave in twenty minutes. I need to make sure I still have a job,” Halle says, wiggling under me. Her mouth is telling me one thing, but her body is yelling at me loud and clear—fuck the job and get to the fucking.

From our conversation yesterday, I’ve concluded that her job and the independence and security it gives her are important to her. It has nothing to do with the shitty fucking place, but more so with her being a strong, fierce woman, and fuck if I don’t respect that about her. While I hate she won’t let me take care of her, I understand. I can offer her all the protection in the world, but it would just make her feel smothered. I really don’t want to get my dick chopped off by pissing her off. I gotta choose my battles wisely. Plus, my woman not needing any-fucking-body is hot as hell. Then again, everything about the woman is sexy as fuck, and all mine.

I pull my hand away and hop off the bed, knowing if I don’t do it now, she won’t be going anywhere. I pull her to her feet and give her a hard kiss before heading to my closet. Halle heads to her small bag and pulls out an outfit and some weird-looking girl shit. It’s probably something for her hair or face, something she definitely doesn’t need help with, but if it makes her happy, I’ll sit and wait all day.

“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be ready to go,” she tells me.

“No problem. You want to take the bike or my truck today?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on my leather boots. Halle sticks her head out of the bathroom door.

“Oh, you don’t have to come. I can drive…” she starts, but then realizes the problem. “Crap, I left my sister's car at my house. I have to go get that, or she’ll kill me.”

“You didn’t have your own car? And I don’t mind driving you; actually, I prefer it,” I tell her, sticking a blade in the side of my boot. It’s one of the eight I keep on me at all times.

“You know I’m always down to be pressed against your hard body with my legs wrapped around you. As for my car, that fucker who was stalking me fucked it up. Beau said y’alls’ shop would help me fix it. I need to ask him about that.” She mutters the last part as she walks back into the bathroom to finish up.

“I’ll ask him later,” I growl.

“Don’t you dare growl at me. He’s like a little brother. You know, the annoying, overprotective kind of little brother,” she shrugs.

I grumble a bit more about how I’m going to use the prospect as my next target practice, just to see how much of his blood I can spill, but then I get distracted when Halle walks back into the bedroom. I get a good look at the tight as fuck jeans that are molded to her beautiful ass like a piece of artwork.

All thoughts leave my head as I adjust my rock-hard dick. Tilting my head to the side, I lick my lips and give thanks to the jean gods as my pet bends over to grab her boots. Fuck, I wish I were those jeans. Damn, the prospect is extremely lucky I got caught up in this exquisite beauty. Little does he know my woman just spared his life—for now.

Nine

HALLE

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