Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
If we’re ever in a situation where I’m the voice of reason, then we’re fucked.
—Constance to Odin
Constance
I wasn’t used to being this angry.
Being this angry meant that you felt deeply.
And, to be honest, I hadn’t realized that I was that far gone for Odin until he told me he was Wendy’s donor.
Even worse, the thought of having two very special people in my life with a rare blood type that could kill them sent shivers of fear down my spine.
If we were in an accident, and they were both hurt…I could lose them both.
If I was being truthful, that scared me the most.
If I lost them both, where would I be?
I’d be lost. All alone in a world without the two people that made it worth living.
I mean, I had my parents and siblings.
But the kind of love for them didn’t feel the same as the love I had for my child and the man that had become such a huge part of my life in such a short time.
Seeing him being so vulnerable…this huge, hulking man with his heart so huge it could be seen from miles away…I couldn’t take it anymore.
The caution I’d been holding on to with narrow-eyed focus broke, and I rushed toward him.
Placing my hands on his clenched hands, I stepped into his space.
“You love me?”
He growled under his breath. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?” I laughed. “It’s a bad thing?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “Now I can’t think about only myself.”
I snickered. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I feel the same about you.”
His eyes gleamed. “It does.”
I took another step forward, this time bringing my entire front half in line with his.
My breasts brushed his hard torso, and my neck strained from looking up at him.
“Hey, Odin?” I asked softly.
He swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Will you take me to bed already?”
His hands pulled away, then I was up and over his shoulder.
I giggled as he walked me through his house to his bedroom.
As we passed everything, I tried to take it all in.
But it was hard getting a good look when you were upside down.
He set me back on my feet and looked at his watch.
“What time do you need to get Wendy from school?”
I licked my dry lips. “Three.”
“It’s just after eleven,” he drawled. “Plenty of time.”
My heartbeat kicked up a notch. “A little under four hours? You need that much time?”
His gaze raked me from toes to hair. “Honestly, I’m worried it might not be enough time.”
I yanked up the hem of my sweatshirt and t-shirt and pulled it right off my head.
My breasts, which were unbound, spilled free.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he murmured.
“What’s the point?” I asked. “I mean, I’m under multiple layers. You can’t see them all that well anyway. A bra is a nuisance.”
He all but rubbed his hands together as he said, “Lucky me.”
I started working on my leggings, and he took over for me, dropping down to one knee and pulling them down slowly over my hips and butt.
His fingers dug into the waistband and clenched when my pubic area was revealed.
“I, uh, might’ve not had anything cleaned up down there in a while,” I admitted.
I hadn’t shaved anything besides the top and inner thigh since I’d had Wendy.
“Been a while?” he asked, leaning forward and licking my navel.
I shivered. “More than. At least six years.”
There just hadn’t been time…or inclination.
Now there was definitely inclination.
“I happen to love fucking a woman,” he said. “Hair. No hair. Little hair. Lots of hair. I’ll take you any way you come, Coco.”
I huffed out a breathless laugh at the nickname.
“You make me want things,” I said when he started pulling the leggings lower.
When they got to the top of my boots, he took them off, one by one.
My socks and leggings went next, and soon I was standing in front of him completely bare.
He cupped my ass and pressed a kiss against my belly.
The belly that I’d hated ever since I’d delivered Wendy, the one that I looked at in the bathroom mirror every night after a shower, all of a sudden seemed sexy again.
Because he was kissing it.
He was running that talented tongue over all the imperfections and making me feel sexy again.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he moved his mouth from one hip bone to the other.
His big hands spanned the entirety of my ass, fingers moving inside to just barely brush against my sex.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt, and he wasn’t even touching me fully yet.
I shivered as his mouth moved lower, pressing a kiss to the top seam of my pussy lips.
“Not that this isn’t beautiful,” I whispered huskily. “But I’d really fucking love to see you naked, too. And it’s freezing in here. I need something—or someone—to warm me up.”
My nipples were pebbled hard, and it wasn’t only the arousal making them that way.
It was freezing in here.
He stood to his full height, towering over me, and yanked off his thermal shirt.
The next to go was the belt buckle.
Then the jeans dropped to the floor.
He toed out of his boots, leaving the jeans in a pile on top of them, and stood there in nothing but black boxer briefs.
The lungs that never seemed to fail me before did so then as I got my first good look at him.
Tall and broad, he really was built like a Viking.
No tattoos at all.
“I don’t know why,” I found myself saying. “But when I saw you for the first time, I envisioned you with tattoos everywhere.”
He hooked his thumbs into his underwear before saying, “Used to have them. Had them removed. Part of the whole ‘I need to hide’ thing I had going on with being an escaped convict.”
Then he pushed his underwear to the floor, and any thought of tattoos, tattoo removal, or escaped convicts was pushed to the back of my head.
“You, um.” I blinked a couple of times to see if I could clear my vision. But nope, when I refocused, his huge cock was still very much there. And very much hard. And very much way bigger than I ever expected it would be. “You’re quite, um, large.”
He fisted his cock and tugged on it a few times before he said, “One thing about having a big dick is that people always tell you it’s big. But hearing it from you makes me worried. I won’t just ram it in. I’ll take my time. You never have to worry about that with me.”
I moved toward him until the only thing that was between us was his hard cock.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything quite so big,” I admitted, looking down at it.
It was huge.
Hard and angry looking.
The head was a dark shade of purple. The veins that were running along the length of it looked swollen and heavy.
His balls hung low underneath his cock, swaying side to side when he closed the distance and pressed his cock against my belly.
The slick of precum that was on his tip painted itself across my belly, and I had to reach down to swipe my fingers through it and bring it up to my lips.
I felt as well as heard his groan as I brought that finger to my lips and sucked it clean.
“Condom or no condom?” he asked.
“I got an implant a year or so after Wendy was born to help with my periods,” I said. “I’m clean. Like I said, I haven’t been with anyone since that one drunken night that resulted in Wendy.”
He backed me up using his body until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
Then he pushed me onto the bed with a light hand on my belly.
I let myself fall backward onto my back and shivered as the cold bedding hit my now overheated skin.
He followed me down, bracing himself above me, and looked deep into my eyes. “I haven’t been a saint since I got out. But I have gotten a clean bill of health every single time before I donate blood. I’m clean. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to take you bare.”
I loved that he made sure he was healthy for my girl.
“I’m more than okay with it,” I whispered.
His eyes studied mine for a long time before he nodded once and pulled away.
He didn’t go far, though.
He slowly slipped down until his mouth hovered over my untamed bush.
Embarrassment once again flooded through me.
I should’ve gotten a wax.
At worst, I should’ve cleaned it up a bit.
I mean, it was the logical next step for us.
There was no way that I was going to not have sex with this man.
I knew this was where we were headed.
But…
His mouth pressed down on my seam again and his tongue poked through his lips to catch my clit.
“You taste good,” he murmured against my lips.
I closed my eyes as he pushed my legs wide and spread me open.
“I’ve never…”
He growled, which caused me to open my eyes and stare down the length of my naked body at his eyes, which were just barely poking up above my pubic bone.
“You’ve never done this?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Good,” he said.
Then he went to work.
And my god, did he know how to work.
He was good with his mouth. His fingers. His tongue. His lips. His hands.
Not one single piece of me was left out.
He reached up and pinched my nipples.
He speared me with his fingers while his mouth circled my clit.
He pressed against my asshole with his pinky.
He literally rocked my entire world in a minute and a half.
Because that was all it took for me to detonate against his perfect mouth.
“There you are,” he growled against my thigh, pressing a soft kiss there before pulling away.
When he crawled up the bed between my thighs, my heart hitched.
His cock dragged along the bed linens, trailing precum the entire way.
Lucky sheets.
“Put your cock in me,” I begged.
His eyes were humor-filled as he said, “Yes, ma’am.”
He notched the head of his cock at my entrance and circled it, coating himself with my wetness.
When he was nice and wet, he slid the tip in until it caught, then pulled back out.
He did this over and over again until I was so full of him I thought I’d never be the same again.
Death by dick.
That was what was going to happen.
And what a way to go…
“I’m so full,” I breathed.
He groaned, pressing his face against my throat. “I’m only halfway.”
I shivered at his words.
“Are you sure?” I teased breathlessly.
“Fairly fuckin’ sure.” He groaned. “I don’t have a tape measure or anything, but I can definitely feel.”