Page 16 of Loki's Flame

“We were having fun,” she whined.

Taz jumped in and said, “I was just keeping Ivy company until you got back, Prez.” Taz didn’t stick around and walked off toward the kitchen. Smart man.

“Hey, you can’t tell me what to do,” Ivy slurred.

“You drunk?” my chest was heaving.

“Nah, I don’t get drunk,” she giggled and swayed her hips to the music, which had changed toAlwaysby Bon Jovi. Roar must be picking tonight’s tunes. He had a thing for old hard rock songs.

I stepped into her personal space and she stopped moving, staring up at me. Before I could say anything, she walked to the corner and picked up her discarded purse. When she was standing again, I grabbed her arm and pulled her with me.

“Wait, where the hell are you taking me?” she tried to pull her arm away from me. I didn’t budge my grip.

“You're hurting me. I’m gonna have a bruise.”

At the bottom of the stairs, I released my hand and got behind her. “Go up the stairs. We’re going to the top floor.”

“Who pissed in your Cheerios, dude?”

“Move those beautiful legs and stop talking,” I grunted as I watched her ass. Her pink panties peeked at me as she moved.

At the top of the stairs, I guided her by the elbow to the second set of stairs that were to the right. As we moved, I watched her beside me. She had a curious expression on her face. The third floor had my room and storage space. At my bedroom door, she yawned, and I wondered again how much she’d had to drink tonight.

Once inside my room, I locked the door as she shuffled into my space. I had a large room on the top floor. The king-size bed was on a raised platform where you had to step up to access. On the main level, I had a couch and a chair with a 52’ tv mounted on the wall in the center and off toward the windows I had a long rectangular dresser made of cherry wood. My en suite bathroom was on the opposite side of the space. I’d had contractors change this part of the attic before I’d opened my home to my club brothers. The privacy kept me sane, as I sometimes needed the distance from the chaos that was invariably happening in the house below. Ivy stood awkwardly looking out the bedroom windows, her hand crossed on the arm she had hanging straight. She bit her lip as if she were contemplating something. I very much wanted to know what. Moving to my dresser, I found a t-shirt and tossed it to her.

“Here, put this on,” I said.

She blinked her eyes at the shirt a few times before looking around her.

“There’s a bathroom behind you.” Not that I wanted her to go in there to change, but I wasn’t planning to spook her, at least yet.

She shrugged her shoulders and put the t-shirt on the back of the couch and dropped her purse to the floor. First, she kicked off her flats, and they haphazardly fell with a small thwack. She unbuttoned her light blue blouse and after a couple of tries had it off her arms; it went down in a soft heap on the floor. Her tits were swelling with each breath she took and as she went behind her back to unclasp it, my breath caught as her flesh pressed into the material enticingly. She was out of it in a matter of seconds. She stood before me topless in her bikini underwear as she grabbed the t-shirt and put it over her shoulders; it settled mid-thigh. I was rock hard and wanted to get behind her and use my fingers to rub her clit as I nipped her neck. Making her come was my only thought for several heartbeats, but Ivy had other ideas. She ran to my bed and pounced on the comforter, bouncing lightly. She giggled and moved her lovely ass on full display as she shimmied her way up to the pillow on the right side. When she collapsed, I almost laughed because she was snoring lightly as I approached her.

I left her there to clean up. Under the warm spray of the water, my thoughts ran to the way Ivy looked, dancing in my living room. She was unguarded and serene, which I’d never seen from her before. She always seemed to carry an edge, as if she refused to leave herself vulnerable. It was clear she had a story to tell. My cock was painfully hard as I washed the day off my body. I stroked myself as I imagined Ivy against the wall as I pounded into her from behind. It didn’t take me long to come, which eased some of the tension in my body.

Ivy still hadn’t stirred when I opened my bathroom door. Toweling off, I found a pair of grey sweatpants and put them on. It was a good bet she would be hung over, so I went back into my humid bathroom and rummaged through the drawer and retrieved aspirin. I turned on the lamp by her bed, selected the lowest setting and put the pain reliever and a bottle of water I got from the mini fridge on the nightstand.

A couple hours later, after I’d watched the original Terminator movie for the 100th time, I went and got into bed beside her. She’d not moved the entire time I was watching tv. She looked content as I took the time to take in her features. Her beauty was mesmerizing, but I needed to know more. Shit, what the hell was wrong with me. What did Piotr and I always joke about at school: fuck ‘em and dump ‘em?

Chapter 15

Bridget Ivy

My eyes opened, but it took me a full minute to focus because my head throbbed and my mouth tasted horrible. The bedside lamp was on as I stared at the wall. Flipping to my back, I immediately felt the heat of a body very close to me. I sat upright and gasped when I realized I was lying beside Loki. Oh god, did we have sex and I don't remember it? His expression was worry free, his breath even as he lay on his side. One hand under his pillow and the other just inches from my leg. Shit, was he touching me before? My mind raced as I took in the room beyond and realized I was only in a t-shirt I didn’t recognize and my panties. There was moonlight cascading in through several large windows. My only thought was getting the bad taste out of my mouth. I found the bathroom. There were dark circles under my eyes and my hair was a complete mess. Finding toothpaste, I put a big squirt on my finger and brushed my tongue like there’s no tomorrow, ensuring I covered my teeth as well and rinsed. Feeling better, I tried to tame my hair, which was impossible. Sighing, I left the bathroom.

A thought occurred to me as I surveyed the room. This was likely my one chance to have Loki unguarded. Reaching into my purse, I grabbed the knife, encased in a leather sheath with a brass handle. It had been my father’s. Before I moved, I placed the knife on the back of the couch so I could scour my purse for a damn hair tie. My unruly hair was getting on my nerves. Satisfied with my ponytail, I took the knife case off and put it back in my bag.

As I stand at the end of the bed, I take in his sleeping form. My heart beats erratically. My gaze catches the water bottle and aspirin and I’m flushed with gratitude, which makes me feel bad for what I was going to do. But there was no way I could give up now, so I grabbed the covers and pulled them down to the bottom of the bed. I waited a few seconds to see if Loki would react and when he didn’t; I moved around the bed to where he was lying. He had moved to his back with one arm outstretched across the mattress and the other by his ear on the pillow. I wanted to be graceful, but failed as I climbed up and straddled him, taking the knife immediately to his neck with my right hand and holding his shoulder down with my left.

“What are you waiting for? Do it?” his raspy voice said. I gasped, not knowing how long he’d been awake.

“Don’t tempt me. I want you to answer some questions first,” I said, feeling his arousal.

Shit! I inadvertently moved and clenched my mouth shut so I wouldn't groan from the friction or the wetness in my panties. How embarrassing, I thought before I shook my head to clear my mind. I internally scolded myself for getting distracted.

“Alright then,” he said, and moved his other hand above his head in submission.

I kept the knife poised and ready. “My sister Shannon died of a heroin overdose three months ago. Does your club or anyone who works for you sell drugs in New Orleans?’