by ChaShiree M.
LOKI
CHASHIRE M
MK MOORE
BREEDING NATION PUBLISHING
CONTENTS
Prologue
1. Loki
2. Tabitha
3. Loki
4. Tabitha
5. Loki
6. Tabitha
7. Loki
8. Tabitha
9. Loki
10. Tabitha
11. Loki
12. Tabitha
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Blurb
Tabby was a surprise. One I didn’t see coming. Now that I have her, I am never letting go.
Her family may not approve. That’s their fucking problem.
I will get my ring on her hand, my baby in her belly and my last name behind hers faster than she can get unpacked.
I dare someone try to stop me.
Tabitha Gentry is MINE!!!!
Loki by ChaShiree M & MK Moore
© ChaShiree M & MK Moore 2019 Breeding Nation Publishing.
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This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.
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Prologue
Loki
It was some time before I turned thirty that I stopped searching for love. Once I decided to start my restaurant, I realized it would take my all and having a family wasn’t going to be in the cards. Going to work at sun up and not leaving till sun down is what I have to do if I want my business to flourish.
Technically, I do not need to work. My ancestors were one of the founding families in this part of Minnesota. They were one of twenty Viking families to settle here. As a result, we hold historical rites to the town, the politics within it, and usually premier advantages to most things. Because of all of this, I am not in need of money. However, my parents instilled in their children the importance of working and taking nothing for granted. Hence, the reason throughout all of Bleak Minnesota and some parts of Moosehead, you will find Jorgensen businesses everywhere.
There are seven Jorgensen siblings. The oldest is my brother Bill who is a Pastor. Then comes Torran who is a Jeweler, Erik the ‘Brick’ owns a construction company with Eldridge Monte-Q, Erika his twin is a Florist, me a chef, Hank is my right-hand man, and finally the baby of the family Sven who works with Torran. Sometimes we joke that we are the one-stop shop for weddings. A family business like that requires time and patience.
When I went into work, that morning Tabby was not what I expected. Dex called to let me know his best friend and the ladies would be coming in today. He wanted to make sure they would be treated like family. I told the douche nozzle that everyone who comes into UTGARD gets treated as if they are family. What kind of establishment does he think I run.
Imagine my surprise when I look up to see Kennedy Crawford walking in with the chick Torran is panting after…..I think her name is Migan. Followed by a fucking Goddess being led by a dead bastard who has his hands on her.
MINE.
The thought pops into my mind before I can stop it and if the way my cock is trying to play peek-a-boo through the zipper is any indication, he must agree. I make my way over to their party and waste no time in staking my claim on the succulent little Kitten. Later I find out the man is her cousin, and she is new to our little part of the world. I know immediately that I will be the one to acquaint her with our town. To everything. Especially me.
1
Loki
2 Months Later
“Fuck Kitten. Release me.” Her pussy is milking the fuck out of my cock right now. Though I am not about to stop fucking her, I do not want her to make me cum so fucking fast. As if I am a teenager. It has only been two months since I got up for work one morning and met this little 18-year-old vixen, who would make my cock rabid and my heart beat like it finally found a rhythm.
“No. Harder Tom.” She says with a giggle.
Smack. Smack. Smack. “What the fuck did I tell you about calling me another man’s name? Especially, when I am balls deep in your greedy fucking pussy.”
Shit. If there were another word besides greedy, I would be calling her that. Her fucking snatch has had me by the balls since the first time I breached her tiny little hole. Ever since I blacked out the first time, from the biggest fucking cumfest of my life, she has found humor in it by calling me, Tom. It is because of Tom Hiddleston from The Avengers. She said I’m old and hot just like him.
Old. I showed her ass old. Over and over again. Now here I am riding her smartass like I always do. Like a fucking bronco.
“Cock your ass babygirl. Oh, yea. Can you feel that? Do you feel me? I am so deep inside of you, that you won't know where I end and you begin. Fuck yea.”
Gripping her hips like she is my lifeline, I pull her on and off my rod over and over. My intent is to mark her inside and out. In the two months since I have met her, she has become my obsession. My very reason for breathing. Every thought I have is of her and our future.
“Oh shit, Loki. Yes. It hurts just right babe. Don’t stop.” I love it when she starts spouting off at the mouth during a good deep fuck.
“There she is. My hot little bitch. Want me to fuck your little rosebud babygirl? Huh? You ready for me to finally claim that last little hole. Make you my ass slut?”
“Oh shit. I’m cuming…..I’m…….Ahhhhhhhhh…….”
“Fuck baby. Take my fucking seed. TABBY!!!!…….Ahhhhhhhhhhh.”
Fuck. Dropping to her side and rolling her over on top of me, while still lodged inside her, I have never felt more complete than I do at this moment with her draped across my chest. The feeling of her heartbeat syncing with mine as we race to catch our breath only proves we are meant to be.
“Mmmm….I have missed you the past few days.”
I stroke her head and then place a kiss on it. The slight sadness in her voice has my heart hurting. Hank has been out of town for the past few weeks buying new ingredients and leaving me working night and day. Usually, I work three days on three days off and one day on call. She is used to having more of my time. Right now, I am there till closing, which is about midnight. But then I have to prep for the next day, which puts me home at about 3 am where I crash and then back up at 8 am.
“I
know baby. And I’m really sorry. Hank should be back in a couple of days and things will get back to normal. Hey. Once Hank is back, why don’t I take a few days off and you and I go to Chicago. You said you would like to go to the Magnificent Mile and shop, right? What do you say?”
“Really? You would do that for me?” I love it when she looks at me with such hope, anticipation, and adoration. Her innocence shines through when she brings her vibrant green eyes to mine and looks at me like I hung the moon.
“I would do anything for you baby. You should know that by now. The question is….would you do anything for me?” I ask her as I am holding her face close to mine.
“Loki….please, let’s not do this now. We haven’t seen each other in three days. I don’t want to spend the time arguing over this.”
“This is what I don’t understand. You miss me as much as I do you when we are not together. We could fix that if you would move in with me. There would be less time apart and more time in each other's arms. What’s holding you back?”
“It’s just….we have only been together for two months. What if the newness wears off and you don’t…..want me anymore.” She whispers the last part so softly that I almost didn’t hear what she said. The fact that she even felt the need to voice it hurts my heart and makes my cock angry enough to fuck a hole in the bed. He wants nothing more than to fuck her into admitting we are meant for each other and no one else. But I know it won’t solve anything.
“Tabby, how many times do I have to tell you that I knew you were mine and the only one for me the moment I laid eyes on you, baby. There is no being done with you or any wearing off. I honestly believe you know it too. So tell me what is really bothering you.”
She bites her lip and I can see she is contemplating whether to tell me what the issue is or not.
Bzzzzz. She is saved by the phone.
“We are not done with this conversation,” I tell her. “ Hey, Sterling. Wassup?”
“Hey, Loki. The ladies are having a grand opening for their store and they want to throw a party. Kennedy wanted me to check with you and see if you would be able to do the catering?”
“Absolutely. I am surprised Tabby didn't say anything to me. When is the party?”
“In two weeks.”
“How many people are you expecting?”
“About 150, which is including the press.”
“Does she have a theme or a menu in mind already?”
“She said she wants to do ‘Old Hollywood’.”
“Perfect. I will make sure to get in touch with her in a few days to go over the particulars.”
“Thanks, man,” he says through a sigh of relief.
“No problem.”
After hanging up the phone, I look over at my seductress and instantly know she is trying to distract me from our interrupted conversation. She is laying back on the bed and spreading her legs open and close. If I was a halfway decent man, I would be able to turn my head from her glistening pink pussy and finish our conversation.
But, I have never claimed to be a decent person. Just one that is in love.
2
Tabitha
I don’t know why I find it so hard to believe him when he says he wants me. I am not a self-conscious person or someone who doubts myself, usually. He’s very intense and it intimidates me. I would love to move in with him, but there is something holding me back. I am not sure what it is and don’t know how to explain it to him, let alone myself.
There is the way he can take command of my body and even my heart. It scares me a little. What if he gets sick of me? I have no way of guarding my heart and I am not sure if I want to. God, I hate the walking contradiction I have become.
“Kitten? Where did you go?” Loki asks. His cock is still hard inside me, so I can’t have spaced out for very long.
“I’m right here, Tom,” I say as I am smirking and moving to dig my heels into his ass to get him to start pumping in and out of me again. When his cock is inside me, I feel as if I can do anything. It is as if I am an amazing seductress when actually I am far from it. He is the only man I’ve ever been with and teaches me something new each time he fucks me. I try not to let my mind wonder about the amount of experience he has and how he must have got practice. Instead, I try and just be in the moment with him.
“Don’t. Fucking. Call. Me. That. Especially when my dick is deep inside your unprotected pussy and making you scream my name.
“Fuck, Loki. Please. Make me cum,” I beg. He pounds into me harder but doesn’t say anything. “LOKI,” I scream as I come apart around his cock.
“That’s my good girl, Tabby. A wonderful fucking girl.” He says through gritted teeth as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. I feel his release as it starts to shoot deep inside my tunnel and with hot copious amounts of it.
“Oh my God. I can’t feel my legs,” I say after he pulls out and moves to my left side.
“Move in with me Tabitha. I need you in my life and in my home.”
“Loki, please. Isn’t this enough?” I am still unsure. It’s not about my feelings for him. I am one thousand percent sure I love him and I always will.
“What can I do to show you how fucking serious I am about you. About us?” He demands with a little exasperation. I want to tell him that all I need is his love and basically some reassurance that I am the only one for him. Considering only a crazy fucking psycho would ask for anything like that after only being together for two months. But I want to.
“Tabby,” he says kissing me. “Move in with me and the rest will follow, I promise.” How can I say no when he’s so sincere? Should I continue to let my insecurities hold me back and to continue to affect Loki? I am so tired of going over these questions in my head and not coming up with an answer.
Two months is plenty of time to get to know someone, right? I do feel as if I know him very well. Besides, he hasn’t let me leave his bed hardly at all since we met. The going back and forth in my head is tiring and distracting until the tone of his voice does me in.
“Yes.” With that one word spoken out loud, a feeling of calmness spreads over my body and into my soul. I start smiling into the darkness.
“Yes?” He questions.
“Yes, I’ll move in with you Loki.”
“Fuck yes! Kitten. You won’t regret this. I promise.”
“I know, Loki.” Then I kiss him again, before rolling over on top of him. My thighs are now on either side of his and his cock is directly under the pussy. I slide my wetness sensually up and down his hard length, before rising up and grabbing his cock gently to line it up with my opening. Now that I have him where I want, I start to slide my pussy down until I can feel his balls underneath my ass. I then start to move up and down on his dick very slowly.
“Fuck. Your pussy is heaven on earth. A heaven that is mine alone. You dirty girl, I am never going to let you go.”
“Promises. Promises,” I say as his hips start to speed us up. His hand then comes down on my ass hard.
“That is a fucking promise, Tabitha,” he says as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck. Pulling my face level to look into his so that I can see the love, passion, and commitment, while he is fucking my body with that amazing organ of his. His lips find mine and our tongues duke it out.
“A promise of forever,” he says with our foreheads resting on one another’s.
“I believe you, Loki,” I say.
“There is nothing I won’t do for you,” he says rolling us over without breaking the connection. The way he fucks me is mind-blowing, not that I have anything to compare it to, but shit, it’s everything.
* * *
Three Days Later
I am amazed at how quickly all my things were moved into Loki’s place. Or how I fit completely into his life. All of his brothers helped in the move, which caused me not to do a damn thing. That part was quite nice.
I’ve made myself at home and this evening I am contemplating whether or not I want to
attempt to cook dinner. I feel as if on one hand Loki would judge my cooking and on the other, he might be happy not to have to cook. He’s not due home for a couple of hours. Tonight the restaurant closes at nine since it’s Sunday. Eventually, I decided to make spaghetti because everyone either loves or hates it. In no time at all, I hear the front door open, close, and then the locks engaging.
“Something smells delicious Kitten,” Loki says as he walks up behind and puts his arms around my waist. He kisses my neck, while I’m stirring the sauce.
“Thanks. How was work?” I ask.
“Fine, but glad it’s over. I am exhausted. Thank goodness I have tomorrow off.”
“That sucks because I work tomorrow.”
“How about we do something tomorrow night then? I’ll pick you up from work?”
“Sounds good. What do you want to do?”
“I think I will surprise you,” he says moving away from me. He takes the plates I have on the counter to the table, while I drain the noodles. As I take the noodles from the strainer to a bowl sitting by the sink, Loki returns to the kitchen to help get the food to the table. As Loki takes the noodles to the table, I put the sauce from the pan into an additional bowl and add a ladle for dipping it over our noodles. After pulling the fresh garlic bread from the oven, I turn to take the sauce and bread to the table.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted a vegetable or not, so I opted not. If you want one, I can quickly throw a salad together,” I say unsure with my decision.
“No. This here is perfect. I think we can forgo a vegetable once in a while,” he says with a wink. “Everything looks and smells delicious. Thank you for cooking tonight. It was a long day and I definitely could use the downtime. You are an angel.”
Now that we are sitting at the table and getting ready to eat, all I can think about is what he is planning for tomorrow night. I hate surprises. It’s not his fault, because I’ve never told him and I refuse to say anything now.
