CHAPTER TWENTY
Six days later
– LIVI –
The sound of knocking pulls me out of a nice dream. I groan and turn my head in the direction of the door.
“You’re knocking before coming into your own room?” I grumble and pull the blankets over my head. “Pretend I’m not here and do what you need to do.”
I hate this man’s sexy chuckle. Throwing the blankets off, I glare at the man and the way he’s completely dressed and ready to kick the day in the balls. He slowly strides toward me and my lower belly starts to tingle from the promise of sex in his eyes.
He’s leaning down when my stomach lurches. I quickly place a hand on his forehead and shove him back to create the room I need to jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. Just in time too when I crash to my knees and slide right in front of the toilet to dry heave. My stomach cramps and I have one arm wrapped around my waist and one to lean my head on, to prevent falling into the toilet.
“You’re sick,” Thorsten grunts and starts to rub my back.
“Don’t touch me,” I grumble. “Go away, genius.”
“Not going anywhere,” he shoots back while I throw up the late-night snack I munched on a few hours ago.
I’m feeling hot as hell and lean back to pull off my shirt.
“Stripping right after puking is totally sexy, babe,” the asshole states with laughter in his voice.
I groan. “Fuck off, and turn on the damn shower.
“What is it, babe? Fuck off or help you shower?” Laughter that’s still in his voice pisses me off.
Another groan tumbles from my lips and I slowly let myself crumble to the tiled floor. “Never mind, I’m gonna sleep off this bug right here.”
I start to doze off when I’m scooped into Thorsten’s arms. It feels as if we’re skin to skin and when I open my eyes, I notice he’s naked and stepping underneath the warm water…taking me with him.
Still feeling woozy, I lay my head against his chest and enjoy the warm spray hitting my body. He gently places me on my feet and lets his hands roam my body. Nothing sensual about it, the man is washing my skin as if his most precious possession needs cleaning.
These past few days have been slow and uneventful. Meaning we’ve been staying in the clubhouse most of the times and only went out a handful of times for groceries and takeout. With Rainer showing up at the clubhouse, and how it escalated, we’ve managed to take a leap forward when it comes to trust.
Not to mention, the discussions we’ve had in the past few days also helped. We talked a lot about different subjects, and you might say we’ve been getting to know each other quite well. Also due to forced proximity since Thorsten doesn’t let me out of his sight.
“Tip your head back,” he murmurs.
I follow his order, and Thorsten starts to gently massage the shampoo into my hair. I groan in delight. This is the first time in my adult life where someone is washing my hair, other than at the salon.
“I could get used to this,” I murmur.
Thorsten chuckles. “Me too. First time I’ve cared for a woman in this way.”
“Hmmm, only this way, eh?”
He playfully tugs at my hair. “All ways that matter. Besides, I can honestly say I’ve never treated a woman the way I’m with you, or cared about, or fucking had my cock inside more than once.”
“Nice, but a bit TMFI, Thorsten,” I grumble, and repeat, “Too much fucking information.”
Leaning in, I think he’s going to kiss me, only his lips go to my forehead instead. Shit. Puking really isn’t attractive, nor does it motivate one to rub tongues. Ugh. Feeling steady on my feet, I reach out to grab my toothbrush.
“Let me get that for you.” Thorsten easily grabs the toothbrush for me, along with the toothpaste.
A voice bellows from outside the bathroom, “Prez, Archer is here.”
“Tell him I’m busy,” Thorsten replies.
I spit in the direction of the drain and gather some of the water in my mouth to rinse before I say, “I’m fine, go talk to my cousin.”
“He’s here for Livi, Prez,” the voice calls out.
I rinse and spit once more. “Then tell him we’ll be out when we’re done having sex.”
Thorsten tips his head back and barks out a laugh. I throw my toothbrush in the sink and slide my arms around his neck to press my body flush against him. Damn, this man’s hard muscles feel good to rub against.
He growls and palms my ass. “Feel better?”
“Much.” I grin. “One thing’s for sure, though. I won’t be snacking on any pizza leftovers I find in the fridge.”
He wrinkles his nose. “Smart. You never know how long it’s been in there.”
“Oh, ew.” I pull him down and raise on my tiptoes to press my lips against his and murmur, “Enough talking.”
It doesn’t take any more convincing to make me forget what happened after I woke up. I groan when Thorsten easily lifts me up, making his hard length press against my center. Forget how good his muscles feel…having his cock inside me is damn perfection. I need it. Now. Ripping my mouth from his, I bury my head into the crook of his neck.
“Ready for me, babe?” he rumbles and shifts his hips, allowing the tip to sink between my pussy lips. “Yeah, you’re more than ready. Fuck. You feel good. This is gonna be hard and fast.”
No complaints from me. Instead of replying, I sink my teeth into his shoulder. He utters a curse and surges his hips to let his dick fill me up in one stroke. I dig my nails into his back to hold on as he fucks me hard against the tiles.
Each stroke this man gives is with determined precision. Aiming for bliss, he listens and observes how my body reacts and readjusts to make the next thrust more pleasurable. The chemistry we shared from the moment we met has only intensified.
In life you have to take chances, even if some don’t work out for the best, or shift to eventually give you something worth fighting for. I believe what Thorsten and I share, along with our willpower, gives us a fair shot at a future together.
I can feel his cock thickening inside me while my orgasm is right around the corner. Fuck. A future together. All the times we’ve had sex we haven’t used a condom. Like now when pleasure hits, making me moan his name, while we share this euphoric ride together and think of nothing else.
Consequences. There are always consequences, and with everything going on I might not have been thinking about my body and health as I should be. The puking incident this morning might be related to the midnight snacking incident, involving a pizza from fuck-knows when…or it could involve pregnancy.
His fingers slide into my hair to pull my head back.
Eyes blazing he says, “I swear your pussy is the best one on this fucked-up planet, and always there when I need it.”
A fierce kiss follows, and my eyes fall shut to fall under his spell when he dominates my mouth. I groan, loving the way this man makes me tingle all over.
Pulling back, he places his forehead against mine. “Fuckin’ adore your ass, woman.”
“Are you sure it’s my ass? I mean, you were raving about my pussy a moment ago,” I deadpan.
His husky chuckle causes gooseflesh all over my body. “Ass, tits, mouth, mind, it’s a package deal I claimed, and like very much.”
Snorting, I murmur, “First the man uses adore, then downgrades it to like very much. At least, that’s what it sounds like in my mind.”
“I don’t do mush, darlin’.” He smacks my ass and places me back on my feet, making his cock slide out along with his cum.
Another reminder I need to get a pregnancy test. “Yeah, well, me neither so if we’re both not into mushy shit we shouldn’t be having unprotected sex. You know, babies and all.”
I turn to grab the bodywash and squirt a nice amount on my hand. When I start to rub my skin, I find Thorsten staring at me with a huge grin on his face.
“What?” I snap.
“I stuffed you full enough with my cum to make it take root inside your belly.” He groans and palms his cock, stroking it from root to tip. “Babe? I was wrong ’cause I sure as hell do mush when it involves you with a round belly, carrying our kid.”
My eyes go wide. “Fuck, no. Look at your cock. You’re hard, not soft. You don’t do kids. I never even thought about kids. Hell, I was a freaking virgin before I met you. Shit. It’s too soon, we’ve just started liking each other. Chemistry, lust, and desire should come with subtitles that remind yourself to use protection.”
His hand leaves his cock to grip the back of my neck and gently pulls me to him to connect our foreheads again. “I raised my younger brother since Rainer killed our mother right before our eyes. Falcon panicked ’cause he was holding her hand when my father shot her. He ran straight through a glass door.”
“Oh, damn,” is all I say.
I mean, what else is there to say to something so fucked up? It surely explains all the scars, covered by the ink on his body. His eyes become warm, and this intimate moment feels like another step forward when it comes to our relationship.
Especially when he says, “Our situation and upbringing isn’t what I’d want for my own kids, and I’ll make damn sure history won’t repeat itself.”
“You’re amazing,” I breathe.
“Right back at ya, babe,” he murmurs.
Loud knocking interrupts our moment, followed by Archer’s voice, “Tie a knot in your damn cock, Thorsten. I want to talk to my cousin right fucking now.”
“I really dislike your cousin,” Thorsten grumbles.
Chuckling, I reach for two towels and hand Thorsten one as I bellow, “I’m coming, Archer.”
“Multiple times on my cock,” Thorsten adds.
Our chuckles drown out Archer’s curses.