Page 15 of Forging Chaos

I tuck my hair behind my ears and try to catch my breath as he stares at me. Odin drags a palm down his chin, chest rising and falling dramatically. “Fuck, Thora, I’m sorry. You okay?”

I laugh. “Yeah, I’m great. That was…something.” Odin sits in his desk chair and kicks his knee roller away, propping his booted foot on the end of his mattress. His room is one long tube with a giant bed at the far wall and a dresser opposite the desk. There’s a second door I assumed was a closet, but Odin hooks a thumb toward it and explains, “There’s a bathroom if you need to get yourself ready.”

“Get myself ready?” I arch a brow and lean back against his headboard. He has an actual headboard! I have a shitty twin mattress on a futon frame. I’m sure my parents dumpster dove for it when I was in elementary school.

A slow smile spreads across Odin’s entire face, like a cat about to go after the leftovers from Gunnar’s tuna feast. “I’m claiming my prize, Thora. So, let’s see it.”

I look around the room and bite my lip. “Oh. Okay, so here’s the thing…”

CHAPTER 12

ODIN

I haven’t beenhard since my surgery. I realize this with stunning clarity as my dick swells to life at the thought of Thora touching herself in my bed. I don’t know if it’s the pain meds or the brain fog, or the crushing reality of my future being destroyed, but my cock has been as limp as my prospects since my tendon exploded.

“So, here’s the thing,” she starts, but she doesn’t look like she wants to call things off.

“Tell me, beautiful.” I lean forward, hands on the arms of my desk chair, ready to jump into action.

Thora squishes her face, wrinkling her adorable nose and pursing her plump lips. “I need battery backup if this is going to work, and I didn’t exactly pack for a sex party when I left for class this morning.”

I nod. “Okay. Anything else?”

She looks surprised by my calm, and her eyes dart around my room like she’s looking for a vibrating dildo. “Well, I usually use a book. And…”

“And?” I bring my good foot to the floor and lean forward, hands on my thighs.

She waves a hand at my bedroom door. “I actually havethe book…in my bag. I was going to read it on the bus home later.”

I puff out a laugh. “You read your sex book on the bus?”

She frowns. “It has a good story, too. It just…also has good sex in it…”

“Right,” I grunt and hop up to my feet, lunging for the knee roller.

“Wait. Where are you going?” Thora jumps off the bed and follows me as I make my way to the kitchen. I stretch my arm up on top of the fridge and grab the basket we keep up there as Thora scurries over to her backpack and picks it up.

Stellan, Gunnar, and my twin brothers stare at us as I wink at them and roll back to the bedroom with Thora hot on my wheels. Thankfully, they don’t say anything rude that might spook her. I need this, damn it.

Thora closes the door behind her and perches on the edge of my bed, pulling a tattered paperback from her bag and dropping the bag to the floor. “Why do you have an Easter basket?” She tilts her head at the bundle on my lap, and I grin.

I crack my knuckles and explain, “My mom and aunts stock a ‘safe and satisfied’ kit for the apartment.” I pull a strip of condoms from the top of the basket, followed by a carton of Plan B. Thora crawls up on her hands and knees to get a better look, and I let myself imagine her doing that naked. I bet I can fit her entire boob in my mouth—like a tiny apple. I decide I’ll ask her to touch her nipples while she’s giving me my prize in a few minutes.

I keep digging in the basket, searching for what she needs. She squints. “Is that a pamphlet for PreP?”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “Why?”

She shakes her head. “Why would you guys need that? Unless…”

I clear my throat. “My brother is bi, actually, but the basket isn’t just for us.” I chuckle. “We’re supposed to share with allour friends. Aha!” I find what I’ve been looking for and hold up the box.

Thora’s eyes fly wide as saucers. “A cock ring?”

I nod. “A vibrating cock ring.” I toss her the box. “And now it’s yours, even though you don’t have a cock for it.”

She stares at the picture of the blue silicone ring with a vibrating nub meant for his pleasureandhis partner’s. Thora’s eyes go from mine to the box and back before a crazed laugh escapes her throat. “Wow. This is unexpected, Odin.”

I prop my boot back on the bed and cross my good leg over it. I lace my fingers together behind my head and lean back in my chair. “We good? ‘Cause I’m ready when you are.”

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