Thor (Recherché #1) (11 page)

An hour later I step out of the office, but the guys are nowhere to be seen. I can hear music blaring down the corridor, coming from the gym. When I open the door my eyebrows shoot up.

Maddox and Kaden are both topless, working out. Maddox is hanging upside down doing sit ups on the pull up frame, while Kaden is doing cleans. Xavier’s in the corner, hoody pulled up ignoring everyone as he works over the heavy bag. I press pause on the sound system. Xavier carries on, but the other two stop and glare at me.

“Guys, it looks like the warm up for a porno in here.” I tell them.

Maddox grins. “I keep telling him. We’d make fucking bank.”

“Fuck off!” Kaden shouts at him.

“What are you doing?” I ask.  Maddox releases his grip on the pull up bars and jumps to the ground. He picks up his phone off the weight rack and presses the screen.

“Vlogging, dude.”

“What?”

“You’re getting old boss.” The kid smirks.

“Videos, for my followers.” Maddox states as though it should be obvious.

“Who the fuck wants to follow you?”

He snorts. “Everyone. Topless work outs have them squirting all over the fucking shop.”

“Uh huh. Or, they’re thinking any second you’re going to slip it in his arse.”

“Fuck off, Maddox.” Kaden says before Maddox can even say anything. I laugh.

“Anyway, I came to tell you that your client checked out, kid.” 

“Thanks.” He says. I nod and press play on the sound system. Their obnoxious rock music starts blaring through the speakers again and I go back to the office.

Vlogging. I’m getting fucking old.

It’s three days before the urge to see Poppy starts gnawing away at me again. I still don’t know what the fuck it is about her. I still try to fight it, because I guess I’m not ready to give in and surrender my dick to her, but the amount of time I can hold out for is getting less and less. I work out until sweat drenches my shirt and my muscles feel completely numb, and then I get in the shower, allowing the hot water to pummel my back. I’m tired, my body abused, but my mind still goes to her the second I’m alone. I close my eyes and picture her lips wrapped around my cock, my dick sliding into her mouth inch by inch. My dick instantly hardens. The image changes and I see her straddling me, riding me, her head thrown back as a breathy moan slips from her lips. I drop my head forward against the tile and wrap my fingers around my dick. I remember how she feels, how she looks when I fuck her, how she sounds when she comes. My fist pumps over my cock and I grit my teeth, trying to purge her out of my fucking system. Using my free hand, I cup my balls and imagine her small fingers between my legs, massaging them. I remember her sitting on my front seat, legs spread and her hand on her pussy.
Shit.
I pump harder as my balls tighten and that tingle starts at the bottom of my spine. I think of her the entire time, groaning as I come. When I open my eyes, I brace my shoulders against the shower wall, breathing hard. I can safely say that Poppy Whitely is the only girl in the last ten years who has ever reduced me to spanking one out in the shower. And let me tell you, it’s a poor fucking imitation. I need to see her.

I knock on the door to Poppy’s flat and wait. I can’t help but feel ashamed for being here, like a junkie rocking up on his dealer’s door. I know I fell off the wagon, but right now, the fix is more important.

She yanks the door open and she looks surprised, then panicked. “Thor. What are you doing here?”

I smirk. “I’ve taken to knocking on random doors just for shits and giggles.”

“Uh…” She glances over her shoulder and closes the door slightly, blocking the gap with her body. “Now’s not a good time.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Is that the Chinese?” A male voice shouts from somewhere in her flat. Something in me rises, like a wave, rolling over my skin uncontrollably.

She closes her eyes and releases a long breath. “Thor, I…” I slam my hand against the door and shove it open. “Thor!” She shouts.

I spot him sitting on her sofa, a bottle of beer in his hand. “Hey, I’m Danny.” He says, unsure of himself. He’s a skinny fucker with curly blonde hair and a polo shirt.

“Get the fuck out!” I growl.

“What? No! Danny sit down.” Poppy moves in front of me, pressing her palm against my chest. “You need to leave.”

“I’m going to count to three.” I meet his gaze over her head. “One.” He shoots nervous glances at Poppy. “Two.” He stands up.

“I’m sorry, Poppy. I’m just going to…” He points towards the door. “He’s a big guy.” He tries to offer as a way of explanation.
Pussy.

The door clicks shut behind him and Poppy shoves against my chest hard, but not hard enough to move me. “What the fuck? Get out, Thor!” She screams. I clench my jaw, fighting back the irrational anger that’s swirling around me right now.

I cross my arms over my chest and cock a brow. “No.”

She lets out an enraged scream. “You don’t get to do this. You can’t just show up unannounced, kick my friends out of my fucking flat and act like a raging arsehole.”

I take a step towards her. “I can’t?”

“No.” She moves back, the same way she always does. It’s like a game of cat and mouse that we always play, as though she doesn’t know that I’ll catch her. I’ll always catch her.

“I just did.” She stops and I reach for her, placing my hand on the small of her back and wrenching her body against mine roughly. I lower my lips to her ear and she trembles slightly. “Because you’re fucking mine, Poppy.” I spit. I want her to fucking know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is not a free for all. The thought of her fucking another guy is enough to make me see red. And believe me, I know it’s hypocritical, but it’s not. What I do, it’s a job. Poppy…Poppy isn’t the type of girl to meaninglessly fuck someone. I want to mean something to her. I want to matter to her the same way she matters to me. Because if I don’t, then when I tell her what I do…

She lifts her eyes to mine. “No, I’m just the toy you play with when you’re bored.”

I huff a laugh. “Oh, you have no fucking idea how wrong you are.” A toy? If only she knew how much trouble she’s caused me. I slide my hand between our bodies and cup her between her legs. She gasps, her hands clinging to my shoulders. “This is mine.” My eyes drop to her parted lips and I lean in, nipping at them. “These are fucking mine.” Her eyes close and a shuddering breath blows over my mouth. “You. Are. Mine.”

She pushes away from me slightly, and I can see the burning want in her eyes, the need eating away at her. “Words mean nothing. Saying them because you’re jealous doesn’t make them true.”

Oh, she had to say it. I shake my head slowly and she backs up cautiously until she’s at arm’s length. Something dances across her irises, something rebellious. I reach out and trail my fingers up the centre of her chest, gripping her throat. She gasps when I yank her back towards me, pulling her up onto her toes and bringing her face to mine. “You drive me fucking crazy.” I growl in her face.

Her stare slams against mine. “Show me.” She dares.

I’m hanging on by a damn thread and she just cut it. My lips hit hers and I kiss her, but it’s not soft or gentle, it’s raw and angry. I’m pissed off at her. I’m pissed off at myself. I’m angry at the situation. I’m enraged that some guy was in her apartment. I’m mad that she fucking let some guy in here, at the prospect that she might want him here.

I grab the tank top she’s wearing and tear it off her body, making her gasp. I push her back, manoeuvring her towards the wall. Her fingers go to my face but I shove her away from me. A look of confusion crosses her features until I grab her hips and spin her, slamming her chest into the wall behind her. She turns her face to the side and I can hear her rapid breaths growing louder with each passing second. I yank her denim shorts and her underwear down her legs where she steps out of them.

“Spread your legs.” I order. She hesitates for a split second and I slap her arse hard enough to make her whimper. She spreads her thighs and braces her palms on the wall either side of her chest. “Don’t fucking move.” Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and chuck it on the floor. I unfasten the button and zip on my jeans, allowing them to hang loosely from my hips. She looks so beautiful standing like that, legs spread, pussy bare and easily accessible. I press against her back and her bare skin against mine feels amazing. I kiss the side of her neck whilst trailing my fingers over her arse and between her legs. I swipe my fingers across her pussy and then up, over her arse, before moving back down again. Every time I brush her arsehole she tenses and I smile. She drags in a sharp breath when I press two fingers inside that tight, warm pussy of hers. She clenches around me and I have to bite back a groan.

“Always so eager, Poppy.” I groan against the back of her neck. “By the time I’m done with you, there will be no doubt that every fucking inch of you is mine.” I thrust my hand against her hard enough that it forces her onto her toes. I watch as he fingers claw at the wall, trying to find some purchase. I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her tight while I fuck her with my hand, forcing her to take everything I give her. Her breath hitches with every thrust and her pussy is drenching my fingers. God, I want to fuck her.

I rip my hand away from her and shove my jeans down. My palm slams over the back of her neck and she cries out as I force her against the wall even harder. I grab her hip with my free hand, forcing her to angle her hips back. When my cock slides inside her it’s like fucking heaven. She’s like that first swallow of a well-aged scotch, the first inhale of a Cuban cigar. I pull out and thrust back in hard enough that she has to press her hands against the wall. I fuck her like I own her. I fuck her hard enough that her moans become nothing but mad ramblings. I release her neck and trail my fingers down her spine, over her crack. She’s too far gone, too consumed by my dick to even notice when I spit on her arse and press a finger against her hole. I push into the knuckle and a violent tremor rips over her body.

“Oh god.” She groans breathlessly. I grab a handful of her hair with my free hand and wrench her head back until her back is bowed to the maximum. My dick slides even further inside her and our combined groans fill the air. My finger presses further in her arse while I fuck her pussy. She screams out what sounds like a curse and a plea, and then her pussy clenches around my dick so fucking hard I explode.

I stagger away from her and her legs give out. She collapses right there on the carpet, her chest heaving and her eyes closed. Sweat is running down my chest and I can barely stand, but I make a point of crouching beside her prone form.

“Any time you need a reminder, you just let me know.” She makes a small humming noise in the back of her throat and her lips curl into a smile.

I can’t remember ever being so rough with a woman, but then, I’ve never felt so fucking possessive of one either. The worst part, though, I think she likes it. The woman will kill me.