Chapter 2 #5
It would be fucked up to get laid on the same day my sister gives birth after our house burns down, but fucked up and me often live on the same street. Hard to be the family embarrassment and black sheep without making dubious choices.
“I thought you weren’t going to push things that shouldn’t be pushed or indulged or whatever.”
“I wasn’t going to,” he says. “I actually came to apologize for doing what I did.”
“And then you immediately decided to… touch me?”
“You’re very touchable,” he says.
I try not to be too pleased by that statement, and I fail.
“We shouldn’t do anything,” he says. “You’ve suffered a trauma today, and I have no right to be here with you now. But when I feel a draw to someone, as strongly as I feel to you, it is hard to ignore.”
“Oh, you get drawn to a lot of women, then?”
“That’s not what I meant,” he says. “I mean you have an energy about you that I find very appealing. You’re independent, brave, smart…”
“I could be stupid as a brick,” I argue.
“Contrary,” he adds, smirking. “But I shouldn’t be starting anything with anyone. My plans won’t keep me in the city for long.”
“Neither do mine,” I say.
He looks over at me again, his eyes running over me, settling on my fingers.
“You haven’t been chosen,” he says.
“No. Because I don’t want to be.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t need a man. They make everything worse, and then they leave.”
“I see,” he says.
“Why do you keep talking to me? I’ve been nothing but awful to you.”
He chuckles. “You haven’t been that bad, not really.”
I could be worse, I think. Maybe I should try.
This man is very handsome, and obviously very strong and brave. He also looks old enough and hot enough to have chosen pretty much anyone. He has to be in his late twenties. A full decade of choosing, and not to be married? It doesn’t make sense, no matter how many plans he has outside the city.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask bluntly.
“In what regard?”
“You’re hanging around me, asking about choosing. Why haven’t you got your own wife at home?”
“I haven’t met anybody I wanted to be married to,” he says. “I lead an active, sometimes dangerous life, and most women want a man who will be there for them.”
“Not Freya,” I say. “Her husband might as well not bother.”
“You don’t like your brother-in-law,” he says.
“Sure I like him. I just wish he wasn’t married to my sister.”
“You know your family is quite famous, as one of the founding families of Weltheim,” Thor says. “It was quite a big deal when your sisters were introduced to society.”
“Yeah.”
“So how did you escape being chosen?”
“I ran away when I got to ceremony age. I skipped it. And I’ll do it again if I have to.
” I add the last part as a warning, in case he decides to try to choose me.
He’s saying he doesn’t have time for a relationship, but you can’t trust the things men say.
Mila’s husband wasn’t looking to be serious either, and now he’s the most serious man I know, always going on about numbers and things.
Mila’s husband is in the city and still hasn’t shown up even though all the drama has been unfolding for hours now. I bet he’s in a stupid meeting saying stupid numbers at stupid other people.
“I like you,” Thor says, standing up in front of me and leaning down so I get the full benefit of his brown gaze. “But there’s something in you that’s restless. It’s like you’re wild, and need to be tamed.”
“Try to tame me, and I’ll cut your…”
I never get to finish the threat, because his mouth covers mine in a kiss that is as delicious as it is distracting.
He breaks the kiss. I slap him across the face, as hard as I can. Hard enough to make my fingers hurt.
“What the fuck was that?” I exclaim.
“You know what that was,” he says, not even rubbing his cheek. I know it hurts. He just doesn’t want to show me.
“Why did you do it?”
“Because I wanted to. And because I thought you wanted it too.”
Everything he says is so simple and assured.
“I hope you’re not planning on doing that again,” I say firmly. “Because, you know, that would be bad.”
He cups my chin in one of his massive hands, and runs the pad of his thumb across my lower lip.
“Awful,” he agrees softly.
I can’t stop looking at his face. The taste of him is still on my lips, and it is not bad. It is delicious. It is… masculine and rough and slightly smoky, and suddenly I feel as though I understand a whole raft of feelings I only previously understood intellectually, as in not at all.
He takes me by the hand and leads me back to the supply closet. I hope nobody needs anything anytime soon.
“You want to spank me again?”
“Not this time,” he says. “This time I want to finish what we started.”
He runs his hand down my belly, slides his fingers down the front of my waistband, and cups my bare pussy. I am wet. We both know it instantly.
“I think you want sex,” he says. “I think you need it.”
“I think you’re a big, stupid…”
I don’t get to finish the sentence, because he cuts me off again with a deep, passionate kiss.
“Do you want to be fucked?” He growls the question in my ear.
I want so many things. I want today to not have happened. I want to go back and save my family’s house. I want to spare Freya the trauma of the fire, and having the baby so fast. I want… I want to be fucked.
I want to be out of my head and in my body.
I want to do something reckless with this handsome firefighter who seems kind of obsessed with me even though we only just met.
Maybe it’s all a line. Maybe he fucks everyone when their house burns down as kind of a consolation prize. I don’t know. I don’t think I care.
“You’re taking advantage of me,” I whisper.
“I am,” he says. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” I answer, betraying myself again. “But it doesn’t mean anything. This isn’t a choosing. This isn’t a commitment. This is just…”
“Quiet,” he says, kissing me again while his hands start to strip me of my clothes.
I barely know him. I should be making him take me out to dinner first. He got me hot chocolate, I guess. That’s something.
“You’re bossy,” I pretend to complain.
“That is because I am in charge,” he says smoothly, as though it is just a simple fact. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, because I have told you to be, and I want you to be.”
I am naked from the waist down, and my top is barely on at this point. If someone were to open the door, they would get an absolute eye full of me right now. That’s kind of what makes it hotter.
“I’m not going to do what you tell me,” I argue, smiling as I do.
He smiles back, playing along with the game. “Of course you are, or I’m going to spank your ass bright red and then fuck you while you cry.”
My eyes widen at that threat, which is darker than I expected coming from a hero.
My pulse quickens with excitement, as it starts to become clear to me that Thor might seem to be a rule-abiding firefighting hero, but there’s more to him than just being really, really good looking and good in general.
“Show me,” I whisper.
Now it is his turn for his eyes to widen in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that.
“You want me to make you cry? You need to let the stress of today go? That’s it, isn’t it?” he says, understanding so quickly it feels as though he got it before I even did. I didn’t know why I asked him to show me. I just knew the idea appealed. He’s probably right though.
He smacks my butt and rumbles words in my ear about being a good girl for him.
I don’t know exactly what he’s saying because my mind is starting to fuzz under the repeated slapping of his palm.
He’s not doing it hard enough to really hurt, but he’s doing it hard enough to make my body respond in a way that feels like an intense massage.
I don’t know why the fuck I am letting a man I literally don’t know take control of my body even though I spent the whole morning telling anyone who would listen that I don’t want to be taken by a man.
Adrenaline. Knowing it’s wrong. Desires that I’ve kept to myself for far too long.
There’s three reasons, I guess.
There’s also the pure intense chemistry between us. My wildness, his hero nature, the fact that he seems to get something about me that I never even thought about myself…
He spanks me again. Hard.
Hard enough to make me yelp.
He turns and locks the door to the supply closet. I didn’t know there was a lock on it.
He wraps his hand around my mouth, he pins me against the back racking, and he smacks my ass hard over and over until tears squeeze from my eyes.
I would never let anybody do this to me.
But he is holding me and he is murmuring soft words in my ear and every time one of those hard slaps lands, it comes with a side of praise.
“Little girl doesn’t like to follow the rules because she hopes someone will stop her and make her obey,” he purrs in my ear, palming my bare cheeks.
Stranger! My brain keeps screaming. You don’t really know him!
But there are stronger instincts at play now.
I want him. I need release. And unlike most men I encounter, I don’t think this guy is trying to claim me for marriage.
He is responding to me, to my needs in this moment.
He’s not asking me about a fucking dowry, or trying to take me to a meal I don’t want to have in a room full of people I’d rather not deal with.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Another one of those super hard slaps lands and I moan into his hand.
He slides his fingers down over my burning ass and slides two fingers inside me, spreading me open. He makes an animal sound, and the next thing I am aware of, his fingers are sliding back out of me and the head of his cock is gliding along my slit.
It’s going to happen. I’m going to let him fuck me. My hips arch back and my legs spread and none of those motions have anything to do with me, but my body does them anyway.
“You have to pull out,” I say, my voice muffled by his hand.