Chapter 20
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The music took over my body, the beat flowing through me as I danced. My eyes close as I drag my hand through my hair, my hips flowing and feet moving. I felt alive, wild and free. I barely noticed the people around me. I was too absorbed in the music. I shimmied my chest and shook my arse. Felling oh so sexy, in my little black dress. I was smiling so much it hurt. But I didn't care. Nothing else mattered.
I was rudely pulled out of my trance by big, warm hands grabbing my hips. Sparks flying through my skin, from where he touched me. I tensed up. My hand was still intertwined with Asher, and I looked to him for help. His amber eye filled with amusement, a wide grin spreading across his face.
The man stepped closer to me, his hard chest pressing ageist my back. Before I could panic, his familiar scent filling my nose; earthy pine needles and cologne. I didn't need to look. I instantly relaxed back ageist his body. Asher winked at me before releasing my hand and dispersing into the crowd. Leaving me alone with Loki fucking Morganstar.
“Don't stop”, Loki whispered in my ear, his voice deep and husky, like a bedroom caress. My body insistently obeyed without consulting me. My hips started moving again in small sensual circles, my hands moving up my sides, over my shoulder and into my hair. My chest following a second after my hips.
“Fuck”, Loki swore into my hair. His body moving behind me, matching my ribbon perfectly. Everywhere we touched sent a shock wave through my body—my core pulsing with need. I let my hands curl around Loki's neck and arching my back. I could feel his heartbeat pounding against me; his grip tightened on my waist. A gasp escaping my lips, the music quickly swallowing the sound. My hands slowly drifting down Loki's shoulders and over his chest. Feeling the hard muscles underneath his tee. I kept my body moving; with every move I made, he responded.
I knew we should stop. It was stupid, selfish, and wrong. Yet so, so right. It was like every fibre in my body needed his; without his touch, I would surely die.
I spun around to face his, my hands trailing down his musculature chest. I bit my bottom lip. Swinging my hips from side to side as I lower myself down to the ground. My fingertips slowly following. Loki was watching me intently, his eyes wholly black. My fingertips reach his belt buckle, my eyes snapping up to meet his.
A mischievous smile tugging on my lips. He licks his bottom lip, his gaze hungrily trailing over my body. And like the bitch I was. My hips snap back up, my fingers leaving his body completely.
Loki growls in protest. Oh, it was only too easy to wind him up. I can’t help it; I stick out my tongue at him and grin. He didn't like that. Loki fingers curled around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
“You’re a little tease, aren't you?” He remarked, his fingertips roaming up my arms. “I wonder... can you take as much as you give?” He taunts, leaning back only enough to look into my eyes.
“I can take it”, I challenge. He snickered, nodding his head. It was game on. And I was sure as hell going to regret this.
Loki takes my hand in his, pulling me away from the dancing and toward the kitchen again to grab us both another drink. The crowd had reduced somewhat in the hour, or so I had been dancing. But we still had to squeeze past several large groups. After that, the kitchen itself was somewhat quiet, only a few people popping in and out to grab refills. The music, thank god, was also less invasive, meaning we didn't have to shout to be heard. Loki lets go of my hand and starts toward the fridge, grabbing out a corona.
“What do you want?” He asks, turning back to me. But I'm already helping myself to the vodka, pour myself a generous among, before topping the rest up with coke. Then take a large sip. The coke was flat, and it was lukewarm. Yet it still when down like heaven. So I drank half of it straight away before topped myself up again and turning back to Loki. He was leaning on the kitchen counter, beer resting ageist his leg.
“So, any reason you’re spending your time babysitting me when you could be getting laid?” I ask curiously.
“Someone's got to make sure you stay out of trouble,” Loki teases, a sexy half-smile on his lips. He looked hot tonight, not that he didn't always look hot, but tonight was better. He wore a dark denim shirt with the shelves rolled up, a white tee underneath, and ripped skinny jeans.
“Please! Trouble is your middle name,” I counter.
“Actually, it's Jake,” he laughs before taking another sip of his beer.
“You know, I have known you my whole life, and I never knew that,” I consider. “Loki Jake Morganstar...Sounds like a rock star name.”
“Well, that is the plan,” He beams. “Say my name again.”
“Loki Jake Morganstar,” I repeat, grinning. He watches me, sucking on his bottom lip. “What?” I laugh.
“I don’t know. I like how you say it,” He shrugs, making me giggle. Then punch his shoulder. Was he seriously flirting with me?
“Don't get used to it. You're supposed to be staying away from me remember,” I remind him, taking another sip of my drink. He groans, making me laugh. I take my phone out and check my messages.
Storm
Aww, cute. I don't see why you and Asher never got together? You and Loki made up? Why is this the first I am hearing of it? Xoxo
“Who are you texting?” Loki asks, fiddling with his beer bottle. I look up from my phone and glance at him.
“Your sister,” I admit, a smile tugging at my lips. “It was her I was texting earlier too.”
“Oh,” Loki said simply, staring into space. I snort, going back to texting Storm back.
Me to Storm
Asher is Asher. He deserves a nice girl. Kind of, it's complicated. How was your evening anyway? xoxox
I click send, putting my phone away again. Loki eyes were already on me. “Do you want to get out of here?” He asks, putting down his beer, rising to his feet.
“Is that code for sex? Because I'm not going to sleep with you.”
“No, it's not code for sex,” He snickers “figured we could get away from everyone for a bit, you know? Enjoy the night.” he offered me his hand, and I hesitated. The last time we had been alone together, Loki had ended up dry humped me in the front hall of my house. The only reason we had managed to pull apart was because Adam had almost caught us.
“Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?” I question.
“Yes, I promise I won’t kiss you again... unless you ask me to,” he flirted, winking at me.
“How much have you had to drink?” I press.
“Well,” He shows me the beer he had started drinking. It was barely touched. “I only drank half of my other one, so one,” I finally take his hand. Already regretting it as a smug look crosses his face.
(Loki)
After much complaining and convincing on my part, Scarlett eventually got on the back of my bike. The engine roaring as we turned out onto the main road. I had always loved riding solo; in fact, it was rare I let anyone ride on the back of my bike. But having Scarlett tucked tightly ageist me, her hands dangerously low on my waist. I had no complaints.
It felt good having her with me, and she defiantly looked good riding, sexy even. I didn't know where I was driving, but I wanted to drive fast. Scar squealed, pressing her helmet into my back, no dough closing her eyes. I grinned. Slowing down to turn into a corner. Her nails digging into my hips.
Eventually, after driving around for maybe half an hour, I turned the bike into the small road leading to the lake. It was cold tonight, and due to the time, the place was empty. A few lights were on in the lake houses close by, but no one would be out this time of night. One of the lakehouses belonged to my family, although we hadn't been there for years.
Pulling into the side of the road, I turned off the engine, kicking out the stand. I let Scarlett dismount first, then followed suit. Pulling off my helmet before helping with hers.
“You brought me to the lake?” She asked curiously, looking around.
“It’s not like there are many places to go in this little town,” I laugh. Leaning the helms on top of my bike. “Come on,” I said, taking her hand in mine. She didn't protest, her finger interlacing with mine. We didn't say anything as we walked side by side, hand in hand. The lake looked beautiful tonight, lit up by the moon sitting low in the night sky. It was always so peaceful here, so still, even with the wildlife lurking within the tree line.
Scarlett was already shivering. I stopped walking, letting go of her hand to shrug off my leather jacket. “Here”, I offer, wrapping it around her shoulders.
“Thank you”, she murmured, clutching it closer around herself. I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my warmth. I half expected her to pull away. But she didn't. We started walking again, heading toward the small dock where a few rowboats and canoes were docked. We used to come here every summer as kids; Adam, storm, Scarlett and I. Spending most of our time by the dock or in the water and every night playing board games at the lake house.
“Do you remember when we used to come here?” I asked, memories flooding my head.
“How could I forget? It was my favourite place back then,” She smiled up at me. “I remember when you threw me into the lake fully clothed before I learnt how to swim.”
“Shit, I remember that you refused to talk to me for a week” I laugh.
“You deserved worse,” she teased, punching my chest. “Even then, you were an arsehole.”
“Hey! I protest. “I spent like two weeks teaching you how to swim after that,” I remind her.
“True, but only because Adam made you,” Scarlett points out. We got to the end of the dock, and she sunk down onto the floor, cross her legged under herself.
“He didn't make me. I did it on my own. I felt so guilty. You wouldn't even come near the water,” I admit, Lying down beside her.
“You told me Adam made you do it!” She protests, “You said if you didn't help me, he wasn't going to be your friend anymore,” She recalls looking over at me.
“I only said that so you wouldn't think I was soft,” I laugh. “Couldn't have you think I liked you or something,” I tease, making her laughed.
