Caught in the Devil's Sheets (18 page)

Jesus Christ! He is so fucking sexy!

I let my towel fall slowly onto the floor. Odin makes his way across the room. Then, he kisses me, pushing me down onto the bed. In a second he is on top of me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I pull his body into mine, begging for him to complete me.

But instead he glides a hand down there, gently putting two fingers inside me, then pulling them out and dragging them across my clit. It’s sensitive, and my body clenches. He does this same thing again, pushing his fingers inside me, then dragging them across me, until I relax. I wrap my hand around the muscles of his upper arm, holding it, as his fingers toy with me.

“Odin,” I whisper, begging for him.

He spreads my legs further and kneels with both his knees between my thighs. He eases his way into me, staring me in the eyes as he enters me.

“Oh!” I moan.

He pushes deeper, filling me up entirely. Odin utters a low sensual groan as he fills me again and again. I lift my hips to meet him. His finger returns to my clit. He is overlooking me, staring wildly down at me as my whole body moves up and down on the bed.

I pull his lips into mine, moaning into his mouth as he continues his breath taking rhythm.
Oh God!
Its every bit as good as I imagined it to be. I let him have the best of me, using my muscles to tighten down around him. I hear him moan lightly, and I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him in. Pleasure and Desire course through me, bringing me closer and closer to the limits of my sanity.

Odin’s hips rock, gliding the length of his cock in and out of me. I meet his thrusts, tilting my hips up as he pushes into me. His thumb is strong, and he’s not fumbling, or awkward. He finds the spot that makes my body seize, and tremble, and furiously strokes me there.

“Odin!” I call out as I feel my orgasm getting closer. My muscles are tightening.

Then Odin stops, and grabs me up in his arms, rolling us both over so that I am lying on top of him. He’s still inside me, and I feel him push deeper as we settle into place. He holds me down on his chest tightly. Odin thrusts into me from beneath me, my knees on either side of his hips. I can hardly move my body, locked in his embrace. His cock finds places inside me I didn’t know existed. He brings me a new kind of pleasure that has me moaning incoherently.

I break free of his hold, sitting upright on top of him. He looks up at me with his same devilish grin that drives me. I want him to cum! I ease myself up and down on his cock, beginning my own tantalizing dance on top of him. He leans his head back with pleasure, tightening his eyes. When he opens them, they’re looking directly at me. Taking his hand he trails it from my neck down to my breast and my torso and back down to the ball of nerves between my legs. It’s still throbbing with sensation, begging for release. I rock back and forth. Tentatively, he rolls his thumb around in small circles, as I continue grinding against him, squeezing him inside me.

“Fucking Christ Delilah!” he hisses, and I know I have him close to where I want him.

He rolls us both once more, so that I’m lying on my back again. Then he leans down next to my face on one elbow, looking me in the eye as he re-enters me. An unexpected moan escapes me, as all my nerves scream to life once more. He picks up his pace. In a minute he is colliding into me, shaking the entire bed beneath us. The tip of his cock kneads against the deepest parts of me. I want him to cum with me, but I can’t hold it in much longer. His hand moves between us, his fingers pressing circles into my clit. My muscles begin to quicken again. His skilled fingers take me to the edge and the sensation of his cock gliding in and out of me pushes me over. I moan loudly, trying to let the pleasure escape somehow. I can’t take any more.

“Odin, Please!” I scream into the air as I start to cum.

A loud growl escapes his throat. He continues to fuck me hard, his hips quickly moving back and forth. All my muscles clench down around him as my orgasm consumes me. I have no control. I have surrendered everything to him. I scream out into the empty room, as Odin buries himself inside me, quickening and tensing.

Oh, yes!
I dig my nails into his back and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his release. My arms are clenched around him as he shudders. He immediately wraps his arms around me and he collapses down beside me.

We lie there awhile, breathing raggedly in each other’s arms. Odin kisses the back of my neck and we snuggle up beneath the covers. His bare arms are draped around me like protective armor. I take refuge here, finding solace.

Chapter 16
Breaking Point

In the middle of the night, I stir awake. Odin’s body is pressed up against my back, his arms still holding me to him. He’s awake, gently nudging me in the back with his erection.

I’m still completely in a daze. The sky outside the hotel is still dark with a small hint of dawn. The room is cool, but we are carefully tucked underneath the covers and Odin’s body is keeping me warm. He kisses at my ears and neck, and Desire stirs to life inside me. I tilt my hips back, still in a dreamlike state. With one arm he reaches around, caressing my breast in his hand. I push my butt into his hips.

His cock glides in between my legs. He lifts my right leg over his side, then reaches around and gently strokes me. He uses his hand to guide himself into my opening, then glides in easily. He slowly fills me, pulling out and sliding in a second time. His fingers make their way back to my soft spot, which is still moist. They begin making slick circles around me, and I moan, flexing my hips back into his. I feel like I’m still in a dream, a very luxurious dream.

Odin’s cock slides gracefully in and out of me, two strong fingers toying with me mercilessly. I writhe against him, meeting his slow seductive rhythm. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good. My body is alive with excitement. I feel wanted as opposed to being taken for granted. My body craves release, and I push myself into his fingers, begging for it. His fingers move faster, and his thrusts harder. His arm around me pulls me into him. I feel my body quicken and I tilt my head back, staring up at him. His eyes glare down at me filled with a wild desire. He leans over and his lips press against mine. I reach a hand back into his hair. My eyes shut tight, as I fall into an orgasm. My body arches as my muscles spontaneously constrict. Odin keeps his mouthwatering pace, as I clench down around him. My body is singing with pleasure under his skillful hand. I bite my lip, trying to hold it in. Odin, feeling me come apart, squeezes my body into his, holding me tightly to him as he stills. I feel him cum deep inside me.

We lye there, Odin’s arms still draped around me, holding me close. He’s still inside me. He nuzzles his face in my hair resting it against my neck and kissing me. It sends shivers through me. We lye this way until eventually we fall back asleep.

When I awake again, it’s 8:00 am. I get out of bed and immediately pick up my towel, covering myself. I take my bags into the bathroom, leaving Odin asleep in the bed.

I take a shower, reluctantly washing the scent of him off my skin. I feel much more sober today than I did yesterday. All the things I have done in the last 24 hours start to sink in, and I feel a rush of anxiety. Not only did I sleep with Odin, but I didn’t use a condom. I trust him, at least I want to. But now Reason has a no excuses look on her face while she glares at me.

I brush my teeth, and get dressed in the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I put up my hair and spend the extra minute to really do up my makeup. I want Odin to see me and still be as into me as he was yesterday. Insecurity has me worried he’ll want little to do with me now.

When I emerge from the bathroom he is gone. I don’t see his backpack. I try to reason before I panic and let my insecurities get the best of me.
Maybe he’s getting breakfast in the lobby.
I sit on the bed a few minutes, staring down at the parking lot. I don’t see the SUV anywhere.

After a while, I start getting scared that he’s left me here. I watch the clock as thirty minutes go by. Each minute that passes I get more anxious. I wonder what I’m going to do when 12 o’clock rolls around and I have to check out. Another half hour goes by, and it begins to sink in that Odin has abandoned me here. Why would he do that?
He got what he wanted and left
, Reason sneers at me.
Ouch.
I could have sworn we crossed some invisible line last night, some invisible line between two people fucking and two people caring.
Was it just sex this whole time? Could he be that evil?

Yes
. He’s as handsome as the Devil himself. Of course it was just sex for him. Maybe he got scared about getting caught for yesterday, and that’s why he took off without me. When I call Odin it goes to voicemail. I wait and call again. Still, I only get voicemail.

I feel so shitty right now. I should be coming up with a plan as to how I’m going to get home from here, but all I can think about is how disgusting and degraded I feel being abandoned like this. I should have known better and I’m so mad at myself for trusting him. It’s been a long time since I sat down and cried, but today is that day. I’m getting divorced at 23. Yesterday, I killed someone and might be wanted for murder already. I’ve just been used for sex and I feel totally violated. To top it off, I’m stranded in Texas with no car. I lay my head in my hands and start sobbing incoherently, letting the hurt out and giving in to desperation.

My hands and face are drenched in tears. Even my hair is soaked and I look like a wreck when I hear a key in the door. My heart stops, and my eyes widen as it opens. Odin strides in, with his arms full of bags, but he stops in his tracks when he catches a glimpse of me. I try instantly to suck it up, using my shirt as an instant tissue. Odin sets all the bags down just inside the door, and kicks it shut, hurrying over to me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, filled with concern as he kneels at my side.

“Nothing,” I shake my head sniffling. Now that he’s here, I don’t want him to know how I’ve terribly misjudged his character. “Where’d you go?”

“I washed the car, and got breakfast,” he says like it’s obvious. “Why are you crying?” Odin is kneeling down on the floor beside me, looking up at me for an answer. “Lila if you’re scared, you can tell me.” He thinks all this is because of T-Dawg. He thinks I’m crying because I’m scared to go down for murder.

“I just have a lot on my plate. I didn’t mean for you to see me like this, I… I wasn’t sure if you were coming back.”

Odin smiles for a second, until he sees I’m dead serious. Then his expression turns to horror, and I feel really stupid. “Lila,” he says, reaching a hand up and resting it in my hair. His eyes stare into me. “I would never leave you behind. How can you even think that?”

I have no answer. It seemed plausible when I was sitting here alone.

“Lila, I meant it when I said you can trust me. I will never let anything happen to you. There is no way in hell anyone will ever link you and me to T-Dawg. But even if they somehow could, I’d never let you take the heat for it. I’d cop to everything myself.”

Odin is dead serious, and I believe every word he says. My heart constricts, knowing that he cares enough to do that for me. Jaime never would. He takes my hand. “Do you want to stay with Jaime?” He looks into my eyes for an honest answer.

“No,” I whimper, shaking my head. More tears pool into my eyes as I finally admit this, not just to him, but to myself. I don’t want to be with Jaime. I’m just too afraid to leave.

Odin pulls me into a hug, letting my mess of tears spill onto his shoulder. I wrap my arms around him.

“Then let him go,” he whispers. “You don’t have to be afraid of him. I’m here for you.”

Since Billy went to jail, no one has been there for me. Even now it’s hard to believe. Odin rocks me in his arms.

“Thank you.” It’s all I can manage.

“I just want to get you home safe. Jaime’s in jail, you can leave him, and neither of us has to worry about him hurting you anymore.”

I had never realized that Odin worried about me.

“You don’t have to carry his weight anymore. You can put all this behind you. No more running, you can be free,” he whispers in my ear.

I hold onto Odin like he is my rock and the tears start to subside. Free. I’ve almost forgotten what that even means.

“I’m done. Done with Jaime and all his fucking bullshit, done with all the fake people around me who didn’t even have the decency to tell me my husband was a cheating sack of shit! Done!” I say.

“Thank God,” Odin says, stroking my hair. “Wanna get cleaned up? I bought breakfast.”

I manage a smile, stealing myself away to the bathroom. I wipe off all the makeup I’d spent extra time on, feeling trivial for having bothered. There is a thin layer of eye liner left on my swollen red eye lids. I pull my hair down to hide my tear stained cheeks. Splashing some water on my face, I try to pull myself out of it, before returning to the table for breakfast.

Odin wasn’t kidding. He brought the breakfast of champions back from what looks like a real Texas diner! There is steak and eggs alongside biscuits and gravy, and sides of bacon, ham, and sausage. In another box I see Texas toast, and pancakes. Last out of the bag are two containers of fresh squeezed orange juice. Good breakfast with even better company takes a huge weight off my shoulders.

Odin doesn’t mention last night. Instead we just go on talking like friends.

When we are finished we pack up the hotel room and get back on the road. It’s almost noon when we make it to the car.

“Can we listen to that mixed tape again?” I ask when we are back on the interstate.

Odin seems happy to put his homemade CD into the player. We listen to the whole track quietly, enjoying the lyrics of each song, except
Hey There, Delilah
, which Odin skips over.

Eventually we talk about the official plan to give Jaime the news. It’s hard to talk about, but I know it’s important. There will never be a more opportune time to leave than while he’s in jail. I’m still scared shitless of what I will do after the divorce, but I can’t keep living my life this way, based on that fear. While we’re in the car, I call James Devine. I hope to leave a voicemail in front of Odin, so he knows that I’m serious. Of course, this is the one time James has ever actually answered his phone.

“Mrs. Mosley, how are you?”

“I’m good, actually, I wanted to talk to you about filing for divorce.”

“You’re divorcing Jaime?” he asks, sounding unsurprised.

“Yes. Can you tell me how that would work with him in jail?”

“Well, I can either serve him the papers myself or I can give them to you. This way you can go and talk to him during his visitation hours, and leave them for him to sign.”

“What if he doesn’t sign?”

“Then you go to divorce court. Most judges seeing that he’s in jail will grant you a divorce. But it will take longer, and usually the court will make you wait until Jaime is out of jail to divide up your things. That means the divorce won’t be finalized until after he’s out. Since you have no children it shouldn’t take long to divide your personal items,” he says.

“I think he’s more likely to sign if I deliver the papers.” I notice that Odin is shaking his head at me in the passenger seat, but I pay him no mind.

“Okay, I can have them ready this evening. Do you want to meet here and go over them or should I just drop them in the mail?”

“You can mail them. I’ll call you if I have any questions.”

“The beginning process is pretty straightforward. If you have any trouble getting him to sign or discrepancies later, you know how to reach me,” he says.

I thank him and hang up. Then look to Odin for approval.

“Happy?” I ask him teasingly.

“Are you?” His tone is more serious.

“I think so…” I smile, hoping this is a good enough answer. Odin smiles back, telling me that it is.

I drive us the rest of the way out of Texas, and we switch seats soon after passing the New Mexico state line.

“Can I ask you something?” I glance quickly at Odin.

“Shoot.”

“Is Samantha cool with you sleeping with other women?” If not, will he tell her? Or will this be some secret we share for the next however many years.

“It doesn’t really matter.”

I want to slap him when he says this.

“I broke up with her two weeks ago.”

“What?” I’m shocked. “Why?”

“Because I knew I wanted to pursue you. It seemed wrong to lead her on. As it was, she was way too into me.”

Wow, that’s pretty straightforward and full of himself. Though I’m sure she was. I already am, despite my best efforts.

“What made you so sure I’d cave? Or was I just that easy?” I ask bitterly.

“Lila, there is nothing easy about you,” he emphasizes the word nothing.

In a way I’m flattered that he broke up with Samantha over me. I know it’s horrible of me, but my inner teenager basks in the glory of being chosen. Though the reality is Odin and I can’t be together. Not that he wants a normal relationship anyways. But we could never get away with even just a sexual relationship. We’d have to be so sneaky. Even then I shudder to think of what would happen if anyone in the club found out what we did last night. Though personally, I will be reliving the details of our night in the hotel for a long time!

I don’t know what to say, but the silence is comfortable anyways. If he broke up with Samantha, he must be hoping there’s more than just one night in it for him.
Right?
Will things change between us? Will we do it again? Will he want to tie me up? So many questions whirl around in my head.

When Odin takes the wheel I get a chance to really examine him in a short sleeve t-shirt. I can see the scars poking out the bottom of his sleeve. I had never noticed them before last night. There is one rather large scar, scabbed over and exposed on the crease of his arm. It looks new.

The ride back into California is peaceful. In some ways I wish it would last, but we’re home before I know it. I remember to pull the mixed CD out of the player and put it I my case. Odin helps me in the house with my bags. Erica and the kids aren’t here, but they could be home any minute.

Odin heads right to my bedroom with the duffel bag and the purple suitcase. I linger in the doorway, taking in the view of Odin’s godlike figure standing in my room, looking at me the way he is. I can feel my body’s magnetic pull to him. His look suggests he feels it too. He walks back toward the door. The only thing standing in his way of leaving is me, but I’m hoping for some kind of confirmation before he goes. He stands right in front of me, towering over me. I tilt my head back, looking up to meet his gaze.