Page 26 of Forging Chaos

ODIN

There’ssomeone at the door. I can hear banging from my bedroom and then my brothers’ voices as they greet the visitor. Probably someone from the hockey team come over to play video games with them since I’m holed up in my room moping.

I never withdrew from the semester, which means I will fail all my classes rather than have incomplete grades. Well, I guess I’m getting an A in my arguments class. I’m not sure if I’ve ever had an A before.

Not that I’m stupid. I’ve just always prioritized football because that was going to be my career for the next decade. Lotta good that did me.

The voices get rowdy, and I hear Gunny shouting my name. I’m already in bed with the ruined copy of Thora’s book, planning to try to read the pages that aren’t stuck together. I have no explanation for why I’m spending a beautiful spring evening in bed with a romance novel. I have no explanation for a lot of things these days.

The door opens, and I shove the book under my back. “What the fuck?” I snarl toward the entryway until I see who it is. “What are you doing here?”

Thora shuts the door behind her, a strange smile on her face. “Nice to see you, too, Odie.”

“Donotcall me that. Ever.” I sigh and adjust my weight so the book is sort of off to the side. I’m not wearing a shirt and Thora notices. I let her, resisting the urge to flex my pecs as she stares at my chest. “Hi,” I say, trying to start again. “I didn’t realize it was you. I thought my roommates were just being assholes.”

She smiles and drops a bag on my desk, shrugging out of her sweater. Hot damn, she’s wearing one of those outfits she bought last week. A sleeveless top thing that nips in at her tiny waist and skinny black pants that leave nothing to the imagination but in a classy way. “Oh, they were being assholes. I’ll spare you the details.” She starts to tie back her hair. I want to scream at her to stop, to let me run my fingers through it while it’s down and dark and all over her shoulders.

But then I think about what she just said. “What did those fuckers say to you?”

I move to sit up, and Thora laughs, shaking her head and sitting on the edge of my bed near my booted foot. “They’re harmless. They were just giving you shit via proxy.” She smiles at me and licks her lips. I sit up despite her earlier protests before I remember that she will see the book if I move. She points at it. “I came over to thank you for the tickets. And because you never told me what happened to my original copy of the book.”

We both stare at the paperback. I’m not sure if she can see the wrinkled pages where the spooge dried, crusty and sticky. “I, uh…” Fuck it. What do I have to be ashamed of? She got herself off thinking about me reading her that book, and it was hot as hell. I look her straight in the eye, and my voice drops, husky and low. “After you left, I was polishing Gungnir and?—”

“Gungnir?” Thora wrinkles her nose and raises one brow.

I flash her a full-watt grin. “Yeah. Gungnir. The Spear of Heaven.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Odin.” She swats me with the book, laughing until I yank it from her hand. “What happened to the book?”

“As I was saying! I was polishing Gungnir, and…I got jizz all over the pages.”

Thora flushes from her throat to the tips of her ears. I watch the color bloom across her skin as she breathes, as her mouth drops open, and her pupils explode. “Odin.” Her voice is an invitation, but the second I think about accepting, I realize there’s no way I can perform.

I want to be rough with Thora, dirty. I want to dig my toes into the mattress and rut into her like…well, like a stag. I want to slam her up against the wall, bend her over my desk, and rail her from behind. And I can’t do any of it. We stare at each other.

I’m not sure if she figures out what’s going on in my head or what, but the next thing I know, she’s standing next to me, slowly unzipping her pants and peeling them off her legs. She kicks off her shoes and then climbs back onto the bed, throwing a leg over my hips until she’s sitting on top of me, staring as my chest moves up and down like a bellows. “What are you doing?”

She rubs her hands along my skin, and I hiss at the contact. I’ve been touching myself to thoughts of this for weeks now, telling myself it’s okay to fantasize about her because she’s leaving anyway. And she knows it because she presses a fingertip into my sternum and says, “This can’t lead anywhere, but I really want you, Odin.”

“Yeah?” I sound a lot more vulnerable than I want to come across. This is new for me. I don’t love it.

Thora laughs. “Of course I want you. Look at you.” She runs a palm along my chest, and the other one drops to her collar. “What do you say? Want to have at it ‘til I leave town?”

This draws a laugh from deep inside me, shaking off the dreary cloud that’s been hanging over my head all day. “Have at it? Did you just say that?”

“Oh, shut up, Odin.” And then she’s kissing me, leaning forward until her ponytail brushes along my chest. Her lips are soft and puffy, and she tastes sweet, like fruity gum. A moan escapes me as I deepen the kiss, bringing my hands up to her shoulders, to her neck, to her ass, where she sits on top of my growing erection.

“Thora.” Her name is like some sort of faucet I open to drain away this darkness, this heavy dread that’s followed me since the accident. I moan into her mouth and let my tongue tangle with hers. I wrap her hair around my wrist and tug, bending her head back so I can bite her throat. She likes this, rocking her hips against me when I nip at her skin.

I say her name again, thrusting up against her panties. And then I realize I haven’t even really touched her yet, so I let go of her hair and squeeze at her ass. She’s firm everywhere, tough like she’s had to be, and I pull her down against me, rubbing her along my dick until I can feel her wet heat.

Thora is having her own adventure exploring my chest, digging her short nails into the space between my ribs. She grabs the book and throws it off the bed, and while I have her arms loose, I tug at her shirt up and over her head. “Shit, Thora, no bra?”

Her cheeks heat again, and she bites the corner of her mouth, shrugging. “I don’t really need one…”

She starts to cover her breasts with her forearm, and I snarl, batting her hand out of the way and sitting up fully so I can tip her back in my lap and suck her nipples. Just as I hoped, I can fit almost her entire boob in my mouth, and I move between them, sucking and biting as she wriggles around and hangs onto my shoulders. We haven’t even taken off each other’s underwear, and this is already the hottest sexual encounter I’ve had…maybe ever.

This absolute beast of a woman shoves me backward with a shriek and starts crawling backward down my legs, tugging at the waist of my shorts and briefs in one handful. I raise my hips to help her out and close my eyes, so I don’t have to see her struggle when she gets to my cast. If that happens, I don’t notice because the next thing I know, Thora’s mouth meets the head of my cock, and I practically black out.

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