Page 38 of Loki's Luck

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“Fuck this shit. Pull over, Loki. Now, Dammit!” I yell over the roar of the motorcycle. We decided to get away just the two of us, take a ride, and spend some time together. You know how it is, with kids around, you have to find ways to keep the fires burning and get our freak on—in the bathroom for a quickie, locked in the hall closet, in the backyard in the middle of the night, and of course, anytime we’re alone and stop on the side of the road.

Of course, before we even headed out today, I was skeptical of getting on Kitty, but it’s been a few months, and I figured maybe she was over her shit. Clearly, I was fucking wrong. There’s no way I’m letting this bitch make a fool of me. She better watch her ass, or else I’m tossing her to the fucking scrap yard.

Loki does as I say, pulling over on the side of the road. We were less than a mile down from the clubhouse when something happened to the bike's back seat where I sit. I was bouncing around like a fucking maniac, with the seat popping up and off the bike at every little pebble we hit in the road.

“What the fuck is going on, pet?” Loki asks, looking at me confused as I angrily get off the damned bike.

“Your Kitty,” I spit her name out like a curse. “Fucking hates me. She did something to the damn seat. It’s always something with this fucking bike,” I rant as I turn and start walking back toward the clubhouse. Fuck him, and fuck this damn bike.

“I’ll just get my own fucking bike instead of riding bitch on your bitch,” I continue ranting as he turns the bike around and starts riding it slowly beside me as I walk.

“Pet, get on the damn bike. We can go pick you out a bike tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to drive,” he says, and I stop dead.

“First, I ain't getting on that damn bike again, and second, what makes you think I don’t know how to ride?” I ask heatedly, crossing my arms and raising my brow. He throws his hand that’s not on the throttle up in surrender.

“Alright, we will get you your own bike, and I will ride behind you. Watching that sexy ass bounce up and down on your own ride. Please, pet, just get on the bike, and I’ll ride you back to the clubhouse,” he says, but I keep my arms crossed, hold my head higher, and continue to walk.

He chuckles, pulling up close to me and grabbing my waist. He scoots back on the seat and places me straddling his lap. I’m facing Loki, and my ass is over the gas tank. And he takes off back toward the clubhouse. Hmm, if I move a bit closer, with the vibrations just right, I could have one hell of a quick orgasm. It would serve him right to not get off when he doesn’t believe me about this bitch hating me.

When we get back to the clubhouse, I just hop off, minus the orgasm, because I’m too pissed at the moment. Now, I’m in even more of a bad fucking mood about the bike since I’m feeling horny as hell on top of everything. Having Loki between my legs but not inside me pisses me the fuck off even more. Fucking shit, why the hell are my emotions all over the place today?

Where’s my gun? I think I just need to shoot this Kitty bitch and get rid of her; Loki will get over it, eventually. He did say he loves me more than her.

“Where are you going, pet?” he asks me.

“Away from that fucking thing,” I tell him, pointing at the bike.

“Ah… don’t be like that. Look, it was just a screw that came loose. Easy fix,” he tells me, smiling. I look down at the fucking bike.

“You bitch! You’re good… that’s exactly what I would do,” I hiss before turning back to Loki.

“Whatever, you go spend some time with her before she actually kills me one of these days. I’m going to go steal the babies from Piper and Izzy for a little Auntie time,” I tell him, turning and walking away, not even giving him a chance to respond. He needs time with that damn bitch, I mean bike, too, and I’m always looking for an excuse to hold Bronx and Jett.

“Momma!” Rome says, coming into the kitchen a bit later. This is the first time he’s said it to me, and I swear I have to smack myself to keep from freaking the hell out with how happy it makes me.

“What is it, baby?” I ask him.

“Uncle Grim said he would teach me how to punch and fight to defend myself. He said he would only do it if you said it was okay,” he says, looking a bit nervous.

“You want to learn to fight?” I ask, already knowing his reasons. One night, he and Rae finally let us in a little on their parents’ last night alive while we were tucking them into bed.

They were so small when it happened, so, thankfully, they don’t remember too much from that horrible night. Unfortunately, that also means they remember little of their biological mom and dad to begin with. Their memories are fading with each passing year, and I hate that more than anything. I want them to always remember their birth parents and their love for them. From the little the twins told us, they were the most amazing couple. They did all the normal family things every year. It might sound boring to the average person, but coming from parents who never gave a shit about you, that is like a dream life. We love our kids too much to ever let them forget the love they were created from, even if we never knew their birth parents.

Their mom loved to bake, and their dad loved watching football, and they always hugged and kissed the kids. We could see the loss and devastation on their face as they continued talking about the memories they still have, and then they cried. I held Rome, and Loki held Rae until they cried themselves to sleep. Then we laid them back down and went into our own room. That was when Loki told me he had Comp looking into what happened to them. He didn’t have any updated information, but at least he was looking into it.

“I want to be able to take care of Rae and myself better. I don’t want anyone to ever touch her meanly again. I know we have you and Dad, but I still want to learn everything I can, just in case,” he says, looking at me with strength and determination in his eyes far past his young years.

“I think that would be great, baby. You may want to ask your dad for some help, too. I know he would love to show you some things as well,” I say, knowing Loki will want to be involved as much as possible.

“Dad will teach me some moves, too?” he asks with wonder in his voice.

“Of course, baby. I know he has a lot of things he wants to teach you and your sister,” I say, pulling him into a hug. He hugs me back before giving me a chin lift, a perfect mini of Loki, and then rushes out of the room.

“You are an amazing mother,” Piper tells me, grinning as she enters the room. I smile at her.

“Did you doubt I would be?” I ask, raising a brow.

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