Page 53 of Loki
She was living her dream. This was just the story she needed to take her career to the next level. And as she had predicted, she had uncovered the most significant political story since Watergate. The person everyone assumed would run for President of the United States was nothing more than a predator. And now everyone clamored for her attention.
I groaned and reluctantly untangled myself from her warm, luscious body. “You’re going to have to shut that shit off, Nikki,” I growled irritated I couldn’t just spend time with my woman without being interrupted.
I had reached my breaking point with the never-ending phone calls. She needed a fucking break from all the attention and so did I.
She groaned. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I forgot to put it on silent last night.”
She snatched the phone from the nightstand and turned off the sound. When she sat the phone down on the nightstand, I rolled on top of her, settling in between her thighs.
I loved the fact that she slept naked. Anytime I wanted to slide into her wet welcoming cunt, I had no barriers to stop me.
The smile on her face and the intensity of her emotions flickering through her eyes made my heart constrict inside my chest.
I had been tiptoeing around expressing my feelings since she came back into my life. I wasn’t proud of keeping it from her, but it was something I felt I needed to do to help keep her focused on getting her story out into the world.
But I’d been in love with Nikki since high school. I knew it back then, but I couldn’t admit it without losing one of the most important people in my life. So, I pushed the feelings down for the sake of someone I considered a brother to me. Now that he was gone, there was nothing holding me back. I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. It was about time she learned how I truly felt about her.
I’d shared with her my struggles with alcohol, totally expecting her to decide dealing with a recovering alcoholic was too much for her to deal with. But to my relief, she treated me the same as before, without judgment. She removed every liquor bottle I had stashed at the clubhouse and my home. It was something I hadn’t been able to do by myself. And a tremendous weight lifted from my shoulders when she took the step I hadn’t been able to.
Overcoming alcoholism wasn’t just my personal struggle now. If she wanted to be a part of my life, she had to face it alongside me. It wasn’t something I would drag her into unless she really wanted this relationship, just as much as me because it was a battle I struggled with every day. Those demons never stopped talking although I could admit she quieted them some.
She had also witnessed firsthand my nightmares. That was something I’d never overcame. War had done a number on me and the only thing that helped was therapy and her.
She knew everything about me. The good, the bad, and the ugly. The only thing she didn’t know was that I loved her. That I had been in love with her for a long time. And now that she had gotten her story out into the world and most of the perpetrators involved had been found, it was way pastime I told her.
I brushed her hair away from her face and found myself captivated by the depth of her dark brown eyes. “Do you know how much I love you?” I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness I didn’t show anyone.
Her widened eyes filled with tears. “You love me?”
“Yes.” I brushed away her tears with the pad of my thumb. “I always have.”
“Joshua…”
She said my name, but I leaned forward and licked her lips, then she opened for me. Fear of rejection took hold of me. I wasn’t quite ready to hear what she had to say. I knew she cared for me. I knew she had a crush on me when we were younger, but being in love with me was different. We weren’t kids anymore, and I wasn’t ready for her rejection.
As I gently squeezed her breasts, a soft and pleasurable moan escaped her lips. I deepened the kiss, relishing the softness of her lips against mine. The words alone couldn’t capture the intensity of my love for her—it was a feeling that consumed every fiber of my being. I needed for her to truly feel it and know I meant every word. I needed her to never question what she meant to me.
I slid into her tight cunt, and we both groaned at the sensation. As her nails dug into my back, I couldn’t help but let out a hiss of pain that intermingled with the pleasure of her wrapped tightly around me.
“Fuck you feel good, sweetheart.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, as I moved in and out of her allowing me to sink deeper into her warmth. Every time I was with her it was like a new experience. It was like I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Joshua, please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
One thing I’d learned about Nikki, was she loved sex a little rough which I was all for. I think at first, she’d been hesitant to show that side of herself to me because of what she went through, but I let her know there was nothing wrong with what she wanted. If she wanted me to fuck her hard, fast, and rough that was what she’d get from me.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please fuck me.”
That was all she needed to say. I pulled out of her, flipped her over, pulled her to her knees then slammed into her. Digging my nails in the flesh of her hips, I fucked her like she wanted. Fast. Hard. Rough.
Her voice echoed through the air, and when she screamed my name, it was a sweet melody to my ears. The more she screamed the deeper and harder I fucked her.
“You’re made for me, baby,” I grunted as her pussy welcomed me home over and over again.
She met my rhythm, and the sound of our lovemaking echoed around the room. “Shit! Right there, baby,” she groaned, gripping at the bedsheets.
