Her pinkies traced the lines of my groin as they fell dangerously close to my throbbing cock.
“I like your tattoos,” Willow said.
Her voice sounded a little clearer. A little stronger. A little more confident.
“I do, too,” I said.
“Are you always so cheeky?” she asked.
I squeezed my butt cheeks together, listening as she giggled. Feeling her lips as she kissed my spine. Biting back a groan as her hands slid upon my skin and her nails softly raked along my body.
“Ready to get in?” I asked.
“I think a hot shower could do us both some good.”
I whipped around quickly and scooped her up into my arms. Fucking hell, Willow was a gorgeous woman. Thick with curves that held a strength underneath them I felt. Her muscles wrapped in a soft layer of excess and skin that made my cock lurch to life. I carried her into the shower. I placed her down onto her feet. I closed the sliding glass door as the steam wafted around us, encompassing us and blocking us off from the rest of the world.
“When do you think Liv and Colt will be back?” she asked.
“Probably not for a while. He’s been talking about how he’s missed her,” I said.
“Is Colt a good man?”
That worry crept back up into her voice. The protective best friend. She fit that role well. I turned her around, watching as the water cascaded around her body. It wet down her hair and spilled over her shoulders. It dripped from her puckered nipples and followed through the valley of her breasts. She gazed up into my eyes. Captivated me with those steel gray eyes of hers. I smoothed the wet hair from her forehead before I cupped her cheek, running my thumb along the bridge of her nose.
“He’s single-handedly the best man I know,” I said.
And I meant every fucking word of it.
Relief flooded her eyes before her forehead descended to my body. She was so small compared to me. The top of her head barely breached the bottom of my chest. I smoothed her hair back. I grabbed a washcloth and lathered it up with soap. I washed down the parts of her I could reach. Her back. Her neck. Her ass. I fisted her hair softly and tilted her head back, washing her face and underneath her back. I took a step back and washed down her breasts. Lifted them so I could get underneath. I got down onto my knees and wiped down her stomach, watching as the bubbles popped against her beautiful, shining skin. She held onto my hair as I smoothed slow circles against her legs, from the tips of her toes all the way up to those dollops of excess at the tops of her thighs.
“Thor,” Willow whispered.
I knew what that meant. And if she hadn’t said my name, I could still see it. I watched her pussy lips swell with my efforts. I watched the juices of her entrance glisten for me. I washed the crack of her ass before I dropped the washcloth, allowing the water to fall over her body. I pressed my lips against her abs. I listened to her moan as my hands gripped her hips. I turned her around, guiding her back to the tiles of the shower.
“Thor,” she whimpered.
My hands slid down to her knees, and I pressed them open. My cock leaked for her. Wept to be inside her. But this moment wasn’t about me. It was about her. I slipped one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me as her hands fisted my hair. I nuzzled the inside of her thigh. I sucked on that dollop of fat like a birthday treat. Until it was red and angry and marked with pride. Willow moaned softly. Bucked a little bit against me as my tongue played over that soft spot. My hand slid up her outer thigh, making its way to her breasts.
I cupped the soft mound, stroking her nipple to a painful, wanton peak with my thumb.
“Thor, please,” she begged.
Just the entrance I had been looking for.
Chapter 13
Willow
The second his tongue settled softly onto my slit, I was a goner. His broad shoulder sat beneath the crook of my knee as my heel dug into the thick meat of his back. His strokes were soft. Almost as if he was caressing me rather than devouring me. Such tenderness from a massive man took my breath away. His hands were the only thing that boasted of his strength. They pinned me to the shower tiles, rendering me motionless as he slid his tongue up and down my wet pussy.
“Oh my gosh,” I whispered.
The hot water battered my skin, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat of his tongue. I looked down and saw his brazen eyes staring back at me. Dark. Fiery. His eyes compounded the lust I had for him in the pit of my gut. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, stroking my nipples and providing me the smallest window to buck against him. Rake my pussy lips against his soothing mouth. His tongue lapped up my entire slit, flicking my clit and filling me with an electricity only he could provide for me.
I’d never felt this way with anyone before.
He continued his strokes. His soft, light, teasing strokes. I felt the stress from my bones melt into a juice that dripped from my aching entrance. His hands slid down my stomach. Cupped the small excessive pooch I’d never been able to get rid of. His tongue filled my pussy while his thumb pressed into my clit, causing me to grind into him. My hips were free to do what they wanted, and what I wanted was to coat him. Mark him. Feeling the stubble of his cheeks rake against my pussy lips and my thighs. His tongue and his fingers switched places. He flattened the whole of it against me as he filled me with one finger. Then, two.
“Fuck, Thor,” I hissed.
He chuckled into my pussy and it caused my eyes to roll back. His tongue worked expertly as his fingers curled. They didn’t move. Didn’t pump. They simply stroked that pebbled spot within me I never could reach myself. My legs shook. My body slowly lost its control to him. Not once did he speed up his movements. Not once did his tongue move away from the slow, rhythmic licking of my pussy.
“Oh… fuck…”
My back arched and my legs locked. I pressed my head back into the shower wall as my silent pleasure overtook me. It felt like someone had choked off my ability to breathe. To speak. To do anything except groan for him. Juices dripped from my body and I felt him lick up every last drop. He made an audible show of swallowing me down. He didn’t waste a drop of me as his mouth encompassed my pussy just so he could taste me.
But when my body relaxed, his tongue didn’t stop.
“Thor?” I asked.
But when I looked down at him, all I saw was him grinning.
“Thor… I don’t… know if I… shit!”
His wet pinky pressed against my asshole and I felt my body give way to him. My ass relaxed. My pussy fluttered. And the second he breached that virginal hole of mine, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. This man, with his thick muscles and his chiseled abs and his beautifully dark tattoos, took me on the ride of my life. I reached down to his thick black hair and fisted it, grinding against his face. He pumped his fingers slowly while his tongue flicked my clit. Over and over again, at lightning speed as its sensitivity gave way to waves of rapture. My pussy lips swelled. Fluids poured from me in rivers. The steam around us relaxed my muscles, allowing his pinky to slip to the second knuckle.
“Thor!” I exclaimed.
My head fell forward and my eyes fluttered open. I saw his broad shoulders rolling as he ate my pussy. I saw the riveting muscles of his back coated in black and dark green and blue geometric designs. The tattoos weren’t just on his upper arms. Or across his chest. They were down his entire back, too. His massive legs crouched below me. His entire body held the weight of me as I collapsed into him. He shoved his shoulders into my body, keeping me pinned to the shower wall as his mouth devoured my pussy. As his fingers filled my holes.
As electricity robbed me of my ability to see.
My vision tunneled. My core tightened. That coil that wound up inside my body kept getting tighter. And tighter. And tighter. Thor was beautiful. The strength of his veins throbbed and his muscles glistened as water poured over them. He pumped his fingers faster, causing me to buck against him.
“There it is,”
he growled.
I lost all control of my inhibitions. I bucked against him as I wailed out in the shower. Chanted his name. Allowed obscenities to fall from my lips. I didn’t care. I didn’t give a shit about what I looked like or how strong or weak I felt. In his arms—grinding against his lips—I felt like an angel. A beautiful, treasured, lusted-after angel.
And I wanted to keep that going.
“Thor! Yes. Shit. It’s coming. It’s—I—Thor, holy fuck!”
My orgasm crashed into me and my vision darkened. My body collapsed into him, and his hands pulled away from my holes. He lapped at my pussy one last time, flicking my clit as my pleasurable darkness collided with me. Spinning me into a feral rapture I’d never, ever known. He caught me in his arms as I plummeted. I shook against him, clinging to him as my nails raked down his back. His wet lips kissed my neck. My shoulder. My breasts. He laid me down onto the shower floor, my body sprawled up and useless as he hovered over me.
“Oh, Thor,” I whispered.
“You look beautiful like this,” he said.
My vision finally focused and I found him hovering above me. Gazing into my eyes with those warm, chocolate brown eyes I’d come to admire about him. His arms pulsed with thick veins. Water fell over his rippling edges as he blanketed me from the pouring of hot water. My legs trembled and jumped with their exhaustion as my body continued to shake.
Then, his lips fell softly to mine. Tender. Romantic.
So unlike the Thor I’d come to know.
In a practiced motion, his cock slid effortlessly between my legs. He filled me up as I groaned out, unable to hold back my sounds. He smiled down at me. His eyes lit up and his rough features illuminated as our bodies became one. I didn’t think I could do anymore. Give him anymore after the powerful pleasure he swept over me with his tongue.
But, the second his dick filled me, I was renewed with a sense of vigor I’d never felt in my life.
So many firsts with this man.
He rocked into me and my hips lifted to meet him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Deeper. Further into my body. I wanted his invasion. I wanted his intrusion. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, kissing him and tasting myself on his skin. Our eyes kept connecting. Holding one another as we rocked on the floor of that fucking shower. My body shook with exhaustion and ecstasy. His muscles twitched for my viewing pleasure as my nails dug into his back.
“Do whatever you want. You can’t hurt me,” Thor said.
And for some reason, I lifted my lips to his shoulder.
My teeth bit down into him and he collapsed to me. He pounded his hips into mine, pulling me to yet another peak he was about to toss me off of. My nails dug into his thick muscles and his cock throbbed against my walls. My juices dripped down his shaft. His balls. The shower pounded down onto his back and soaked us both while we lost ourselves in one another. I panted into his ear. He growled into the crook of my neck. The entire world faded away as the rest of my stress left my body. I slid my hands through his soaking wet hair, feeling his curls grinding into my oversensitive clit.
“Willow. Fuck. So close. I can’t—”
“Cum with me, Thor. Do it. Don’t you fucking hold back.”
His hips stuttered and my pussy throbbed around him. My body pulled him deeper. Stilled his movements as the rest of my body gave way. I whimpered into his shoulder. I licked at the teeth marks I’d left behind. His hands planted into the shower floor while he growled and grunted, like a wild animal. He spilled into me, filling me up as my pussy gushed over his cock. Milking him for all he had. We came together, dirtying one another up before the shower washed the evidence of our debauchery away.
My head fell into the palms of his hands, gazing up into his glassy brown eyes.
Water poured over the edges of his body, like a waterfall concealing us from the world. His forehead fell to mine as his cock rested between my legs, filling me even as the two of us gathered ourselves from our pleasure. We panted for air. Breathed one another’s presence while the steam blanketed our bodies.
And not once did our gazes ever disconnect.
“Come here,” he grunted.
He scooped me into his arms and placed me in his lap. His cock still filled me, reminding me of how incredible I felt against him. He wrapped his arms around me and I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. I felt his heart beating rapidly against my chest as I settled against him. He wrapped me up in his embrace. Held me close while his cock dwindled and eventually fell from my body on its own. And as our juices gushed from between my legs, I finally understood. I finally had a word for that other thing I felt earlier when Thor was looking at me and I felt myself almost floating with his presence.
Comfortable.
Beyond the sadness and the fear and the loneliness, Thor made me feel comfortable.
Yet another first with a man that had me so confused, and yet so enlightened.
Chapter 14
Thor
“Thor.”
I grumbled as I rolled over onto my back.
“Thor. Get up. Dean’s calling church.”
My eyes peeled open and I found Colt hovering over me.
“What?” I asked.
“You fucking fell asleep on the couch,” Colt said.
I did what?
I shot upright like a bolt of lightning. I looked around the darkened living room of the hotel, clocking my surroundings. I stood up, teetering on my legs. They ached, and the pain I felt slammed my memories back to a few hours ago.
When Willow and myself had completely worn one another out in the shower.
“Why the fuck did you let me go to sleep?” I asked.
“Dude, you never sleep. Figured if you’d fallen asleep, you needed it,” Colt said.
“I’m on duty, damn it. Keep me awake next time.”
“Not a chance. But we do have to go. And the girls have to come with us. I’ll get Liv. You get Willow?”
It shouldn’t have shocked me that Willow was practically sleeping with one eye open. The second I walked around to her side of the bed, she was up and ready to go. Hell, she was even in her fucking clothes. The woman was a force to be reckoned with. I heard Colt struggling to get Olivia awake in the other room, but once they were done softly arguing, all of us made our way to the bikes downstairs. Olivia hopped on with Colt and Willow wrapped her arms around my waist, sending shockwaves of fire straight to the tip of my dick.
Her cheek pressed against my back didn’t help matters much. And for once, I was glad for the cold desert night.
I didn’t know what business Dean had calling church at four in the fucking morning, but it wasn’t unlike him. The problem was that I knew exactly what this was about. I knew some of the guys had already complained openly to Dean about not having any plans for us to follow, which meant this man had slaved over a plan to take Diego out. It did us no good in the argument against his sanity, and it put one of us at risk.
Most likely, me.
We stuck to the backroads to make sure we weren’t followed. And when we pulled up, I escorted Olivia and Willow into the bedroom I wanted them in. Two queen-size beds for them to sleep, an ensuite bathroom in case they needed to use it so our meeting wouldn’t be disturbed, and only one window to lockdown. I made sure the bulletproof glass was sturdy and secure, the locked it and drew the blinds before Colt and myself settled the girls into bed.
Colt and Olivia had this very gross display of cutesy affection.
Willow, however, brushed me off without even so much as a kiss.
“Thanks for meeting me at such an early hour,” Dean said.
“Or late, depending on who you’re talking to,” Maverick said.
“Take it you and Gabby are doing well?” Colt asked teasingly.
“We’re not here to talk about your dicks. We’re here to talk about Diego,” Dean said.
The room fell silent and I watched all of the guys look around at one another.
Everyone looked nervous, and as I stood in the shadows and kept my ears trained on the outside, even I felt a sense of wariness creep up into my chest. The look in Dean’s eye wasn’t good. It was almost maniacal. Like the man hadn’t hardly slept in the past few days.
Colt looked back at me and I shrugged my shoulders.
“I know one of the major complaints with you asshats is the fact that I’ve been going off half-cocked, so I got us a stable plan for taking out Diego,” Dean said.
“We sure this is the right thing to do?” Jace asked.
Dean shot him a look. “It’s the only thing we’ve got. I’m tired of this assholes jerking us around on our turf. It’s time to end this shit so we can get back to our lives.”
“Is that what this is really about? Or is this more about your pride?” Jagger asked.
Even I had to admit I was shocked at how brazen the prospect had been with that question.
“What did you say?” Dean asked.
“I’m just saying, it feels like the group—”
“And what would you know about this group?” Dean hissed.
Jagger bit down onto the inside of his cheek as our president shut him down. It was yet another thing that told me his mindset wasn’t well. I’d been part of his group for years. Colt, even longer. And neither of us had seen Dean shut someone down like that. One of the great things about Dean—and one of the reasons he got voted in as president—was his ability to listen to the counsel of those around him. He wasn’t a dictator. He was someone who took advice and wasn’t afraid to admit when he needed it.
Until now.
“Here’s the plan I got. I talked to some of my sources, and they say that Diego’s in gen pop. The police has some unsolved shit that fits Thor’s M.O., so we’re going to use that as leverage to get Thor thrown into gen pop with Diego,” Dean said.
“What?” I asked.
“Say what now?” Colt asked.
“We’re going to prove that Thor didn’t do any of this shit. One run of some DNA or something is gonna set him free. It’s fine. What we need is Thor in there long enough to run the hit on Diego,” Dean said.
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