Thor (Recherché #1) (16 page)

“I told you I gave it up and I meant it.” I look up at him.

“But…”

“It used to be all I wanted out of life, and then I met this ginger chick.” A small smile pulls at his lips and his thumb dances across my bottom lip leaving tingles in its wake. “The way you’re looking at me right now…I want that. I fucking need that.” I swallow hard. “I would give up everything in a heartbeat for that one look. For you.” That last clinging finger slips and I free fall off the side of the cliff, straight into the unknown. Something in me shifts and this man in front of me suddenly feels like a risk worth taking. Our romance was a whirlwind, a desperate all-consuming explosion, short but seemingly life-altering. I think some people have the ability to walk into your life and turn it on its head. Thor made me feel alive. I made him feel like he could be more than an object to be sold because he is. I can’t really judge him on that.

My gaze shifts from his eyes to his lips, and that’s all it takes. His fingers tighten on my throat and his lips slam over mine. Thor never does things by halves and within seconds I’m melting into him and gravitating towards him. He possesses and dominates, taking everything from me. My back bows forward against him and our bodies press together. “I miss the way you fucking taste.” He growls, and then his tongue pushes past my lips. I moan into his mouth as sensations flood my body until I’m drowning in him. His hand slips from my neck and cups my jaw. His touch leaves a tingle rippling over my skin. I missed him and I don’t think I ever realised how much until now.

Thor Jameson is my firework. He’ll either burn me or turn into something breathtakingly beautiful that lights up the darkness. He makes me want to take the risk, because this feeling right here, in his arms, is worth risking everything for.

One month later…

I step out of the airport and narrow my eyes at Xavier leaning against a black Maserati. His ankles are crossed casually and he’s smoking a cigarette. The suit jacket he’s wearing is open, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath. He looks like an advert for the damn car. People openly stare at him as they leave the airport terminal.

“Where’s Thor?” I ask, wheeling my suitcase towards the car. He pushes away from the sleek car and drops his cigarette on the ground, stamping it out.

“He had some meeting he couldn’t get out of.” He shrugs and takes the suitcase from me, putting it in the boot. “You’re stuck with me.” To be fair, I did come home on an earlier flight. I’ve been in Venice for five days at a classic art convention. Thor was too busy with the agency to come.

I go around to the passenger side of the car and get in. He gets in the driver’s seat and starts the engine, which sounds like an angry lion that just woke up. “Well, I like your car better.”

He smiles. “Don’t tell him that.” Xavier and I have developed an easy friendship over the last month. He lives with Thor, so naturally, I see a lot of him. He’s charming, sophisticated, very educated and mysterious in his own way. He’s made me question everything I thought about escorts, not that I’d ever overly thought about it before Thor. Xavier makes me see that it’s perhaps not as black and white as it may seem.

He lets me find an eighties station and I sing along to Madonna. He shakes his head but indulges me. “I’m glad you’re back.” He says.

I frown and glance at him. “You are?” I mean we’re friends but not good friends.

He smirks. “Yeah, Thor’s a miserable fuck when he’s left with just his hand.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re gross.”

Xavier takes me to the house and of course, all the guys are there, Cora’s working. It took me a little while to get used to the whole escort thing. It’s hard to reserve judgment, but I managed to get over it with Thor so really the rest of them were easy. I like Kaden. He’s sweet. Maddox…I don’t know what to make of him at all if I’m honest. Cora is the sort of girl who naturally puts any other females back up because she’s so sensual and beautiful. Thor made a point of informing me that she’s more into girls and more likely to crack onto me than him. Sure enough, a couple of weeks after I met her we went out one night and got drunk…she kissed me. I mean, if I swung that way I’d totally have a thing for Cora, but I don’t. Thor seemed to think it was funny.

“You’re back!” Maddox beams, as he uses the kitchen side to crack the top off his beer. “Thank fuck.” He tips the beer bottle back and chugs several gulps.

“He can’t be that bad.”

Kaden shakes his head and leaves the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the leather sofas in the living area. “He has like, PMS or some shit.”

I roll my eyes. They’re such drama queens. “Okay, well, I’m going to take my shit upstairs.”

Maddox eyes the suitcases behind me and puts his beer down on the side. “I got it.” He picks them both up as if they weigh nothing. Well, those muscles come in handy for something. I follow him up the stairs and he even takes the cases through to Thor’s room. He comes back into the living room, dragging a hand through his chin-length hair and fastening it back into a man bun. He checks his watch and lifts his gaze to mine. “Okay, he should be back soon. Stay here and don’t come out until he’s come at least twice.”

“Maddox!” I swat at him and he laughs as he ducks out of the way.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Look, it’s not good for a man to get backed up like that.”

“It’s been five days!”

He raises his eyebrows. “Yeah. Exactly.”

“Ugh! Get out.” I shoo him out the door and he laughs the entire time. I give it to him if ever there was a man suited to being an escort it’s that one. Everything about him is geared to inspire the more primal side, the hair, the massive muscles, the tattoos. Where Thor and Xavier are refined, he’s anything but. He lives and breathes sex and he’s crass enough to make even the most worldly women blush. Under it all though, he’s a decent guy. I mean, he offers to carry my suitcases.

I go to the fridge and find a bottle of white wine. I pour a glass and take a seat on the sofa, crossing my legs. I’m watching last weeks Walking Dead when the door opens and Thor walks in. He pauses in the doorway for a second. He’s wearing black suit trousers and a pale grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his forearms. His hair gelled back, but rebelling and a strand falls over his forehead. He throws his keys on the side table and practically storms across the room to me. I raise an eyebrow because he looks pissed and I’m not sure why.

“Are you okay?” I ask carefully.

His lips quirk and he holds his hand out to me, pulling me to my feet. As soon as I’m upright his lips slam over mine and it takes me a second to catch up. “I will be.” He grabs me around the waist and lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. I struggle against him as he starts walking through the apartment and up the stairs.

“Is this really necessary?” I ask, half laughing.

“Five fucking days, ginge!”

Jesus, really? “You have issues.”

He slams a door and throws me on the bed. “One. I have one issue. And you’re about to fix it.”

“You think…” My voice trails off when he shoves my top up and trails his lips over my stomach. A shiver works over my body and goose bumps erupt over my skin. My fingers rake through his hair and he turns his face, nipping gently at the inside of my wrist. He yanks me upright and pulls my tank top over my head before releasing my bra and taking it off. With every brush of his fingers, heat skitters over my skin.

“Missed you.” He dives for my boob, sucking one nipple into his mouth. I gasp and my back bows off the mattress. His fingers are already working on the button of my jeans, and when he releases my nipple with a small pop, he stands up, pulling my jeans down my legs unceremoniously. I soon find myself completely naked while he’s still fully clothed.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” I tell him.

His lips twitch and he unbuttons his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and exposing that perfect body, and it is perfect, every muscle sculpted and chiseled. His belt clinks as he undoes it and he pushes his trousers down over thick thighs until he’s standing in just his boxers. The material rides low on his hips and clings in all the right places. He looks like an underwear model…only better. A playful smile makes its way onto his lips and he crawls over me, brushing his lips against mine. I bite my bottom lip and press my palm against his hard dick. His head falls forward on a strained groan. He pushes back and grips my hips, flipping me onto my front. I don’t even get a chance to push up onto all fours because he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. He wraps something around them and when he releases me I can’t move. Fingers dig into my hips, pulling them up until I’m on my knees. I’m stuck, face down on the mattress with my hands bound behind me and my arse in the air. Completely exposed.

“Fuck.” He growls from behind me. His fingers caress the inside of my thigh and my breath seizes in my lungs. By the time he pushes a finger inside me I can barely breathe. He groans and slides another finger in. I turn my face and moan into the duvet. His fingers leave me and he slaps my arse hard before I feel the head of his cock press against me. “I don’t have the patience to take my time with you.” He pants. I can practically feel the tension pouring off him and I know this isn’t going to be gentle in any way. His fingers grip my hips hard and I can feel him shaking with the effort, trying to restrain himself. He presses just inside me and then pulls back out on a pained groan. I need him. I need him in me, filling me, fucking me.

“Fuck me, Thor. I want you to fuck me hard.” He snaps and rams inside me so hard that I shunt up the bed. I close my eyes, hissing out a breath as my pussy clamps down on his cock. Shock waves ripple through me and I take it all. He stills inside me and I can hear his heavy breathing, feel how rigid tense every muscle is. He pulls out slowly and pushes back in releasing a feral growl as he does.

“You always feel so fucking good, Poppy.” He starts fucking me, driving in and out relentlessly. The way he has me positioned and bound, I can literally do nothing but take it. His palm smooth’s over my arse cheek, and then he touches me there, brushing a finger over my arse and making me instantly tighten. He lets out a low, breathless laugh. “Relax.” He coos.

I focus on him, on the feeling of him fucking me, touching me, pushing me higher. I hear him spit and feel warm moisture hit me before he presses a finger against me. There’s a moment of pressure and then holy shit, I don’t know how he does that. Everything I’m feeling intensifies until I’m physically shaking from head to toe.

“Fuck, yes.” He rumbles. “One day, I’m going to fuck this arse, Poppy.” He slides his finger further inside me and thrusts his dick harder into my pussy. I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut as my core tenses and the orgasm washes over my body like a tidal wave. Thor lets out a long groan and his thrusts become stiff and disjointed as he comes. The sound of him coming makes me tremble, the deep feral growl he lets out is so hot.

He yanks at whatever is wrapped around my wrists and collapses on his back on the bed breathing heavily. I roll onto my back and lay next to him. I close my eyes, smiling blissfully. I feel him shift and his lips work over my jaw, trailing feather-light kisses.

“Five days, ginge. That was fucking torture.”

I open my eyes and turn my gaze to him and trail my fingers over the stubble of his jaw. “Your dick is not going to drop off if you don’t fuck someone, Thor.”

“Not someone, you. And it might.” He turns his face and kisses my palm.