Caught in the Devil's Sheets (29 page)

“Don’t,” he says, and I’m left staring at him from my stool at the breakfast bare.

“Can I get some more orange juice please?” I ask, changing the subject.

Odin gets up and grabs a container from the fridge. He refills my glass and as I chug it down he says, “That one’s gonna cost you.”

“What do I owe you?” I ask with a sarcastic smile, as I set my empty glass down on the bar.

“Finished?” he asks, looking down at my plate.

There’s only three pieces of cantaloupe left and I nod. Odin walks around the bar and takes my hand, leading me back upstairs to his room and into the master bathroom. We stride past the sink into the room where the bath and shower are. Odin turns the water on and as it gets hot, I pull my hair up tighter so it won’t get drenched. He pulls back the glass door and gestures for me to step in first. I drop my robe once more and step into the steaming shower. Odin steps in behind me, and I take all of him in, examining his perfect, all male body. I put a hand out, touching his chest. He is still as I trace my fingers around his pecs and down his abs, making a straight line down the base and tip of his cock that springs up from under my finger. He shuffles past me in the shower so his back is to the water, and I am facing him. The water is hot and steam builds in the confined corridors of the shower.

“Get on your knees,” he commands, looking down at me with blazing blue eyes.

I crouch down so my eyes are level with his enormous cock. Taking him in my hand I firmly move my curled palm up and down his length. He is hard and thick. I don’t hesitate taking him in my mouth. His head prods at the back of my throat, my lips not quite reaching his base as they curl around him. I hold the base in my hand and move my head back and forth, flicking my tongue over the bottom side of the head as I do. He rests a hand on my head, as I continue moving my tongue along his stiffening cock. He grows restless and starts flexing his hips, pushing his cock into my throat. I try to breathe around his largeness, but it’s a challenge. He’s so big that he’s almost chocking me when he pushes himself into my mouth. I hear his breathing hitch, and I know he’s getting closer. I feel his muscle pulsing in my mouth. He uses his hand to force my head into him as his hips press forward into me. Tears prick my eyes as the tip of is cock makes its way down my throat, gagging me. I’m relieved when I taste the warm salty liquid at the back of my mouth and I quickly swallow it down. I cough as he pulls himself from my lips.

Odin tilts my head up so that our eyes meet, but he says nothing. I can only wonder what he is thinking.

“I want to do dark things to you, Delilah,” he says finally, putting an end to my wonder.

I shiver at his words, feeling excited and apprehensive at the same time. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him, pressing the side of my face against his now soft erection. The word “dark” sparks a fear in me, but I continue to assure myself that I can handle it. After all, I handled Jaime through the last few years.

Odin runs his hands through my hair then helps me to my feet, embracing me in his arms and caressing my head. We stand here this way in the steaming shower, while I remember the first time we did it in the hotel room. I had no idea that we’d be here so soon.

We spend most of the day in his room. He paddles my ass a few good times before fucking the hell out of me repeatedly. I lose count of my orgasms after a while, enjoying the lustful sex of a new relationship. Eventually we curl up on his couch and watch the
Goodfellas
with a bowl of popcorn. Odin smiles when I quote my favorite line, spoken by Karen Hill when Henry hands her a blood covered gun to hide.

“I know there are women, like my friends, who would have gotten the hell out of there the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. But I didn’t. I got to admit the truth, it turned me on.”
Isn’t that the truth!

Later that evening, Odin takes a call into his office, and I check my own phone for the first time since yesterday. I’ve missed messages from James Devine, and while I have a minute, I stroll up to Odin’s room and call him back.

“I called because Jaime has agreed to sign the divorce papers, but he wants to have a sit down with you to discuss how your assets will be split,” says James.

I roll my eyes. Part of this deal is that I’m supposed to get whatever I want. Haven’t I put up with enough of his shit to have earned our assets? We still owe on our house so it’s not like I can get any real profit out of it anyways. Maybe he’ll take the house and just give me money instead. At this point just having my own apartment to start fresh might be better anyways.

“Okay, can we have a meeting while he’s in jail?” I ask.

“Yes. As long as there are lawyers present in a legal matter the state allows inmates to attend divorce hearings and meetings. However, this is where it gets awkward. I can only represent one of you. Jaime has asked me to represent him and as you can imagine he’s likely to be a profitable future client for me. I can’t, as a businessman, turn down that opportunity and it’s in my best interest to represent Mr. Mosley. However, I have many good lawyers I can recommend to you if you need,” he puts it bluntly. James Devine is a crooked lawman trading sides like this, but I’m hardly surprised. I don’t really think I’ll need much of a lawyer anyway. Jaime is in no position to fight me.

“I can handle it thanks,” I say as Odin walks in the door. I say goodbye to James Devine and hang up the phone.

Odin looks down at me lying on the bed in his t-shirt and underwear.

“Who was that?”

As I tell him about my conversation with Jaime’s lawyer he seems to get angry.

“Maybe I need to go down there and remind Jaime he doesn’t have a leg to stand on,” Odin says, irritated. He’s shirtless, looking amazingly sexy as usual. His blue plaid pajama pants hang from his hips and I’m fully distracted. You’d think after an entire sex filled afternoon, I’d be satisfied, but that’s hardly the case.

“Maybe he’s just trying to protect himself so I don’t take his bike and his truck. Honestly if he wants to offer me money instead of the house, it might be a relief to be out from under it. I could get a nice apartment on the beach again.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks, kneeling on the bed next to me.

“I want a civil divorce. I’m open to what Jaime wants as long as he can be civil. I just want this to be over.”

“I’m going with you to the meeting.” Odin says, rather than suggests.

“That’s really not a good idea,” I say with wide eyes.

“You going alone isn’t a good idea. I don’t give a fuck if Jaime doesn’t like it, I’m going with you.” Odin is firm.

“It’s not like we’ll be alone. His lawyer will be there and now I get to choose a lawyer to be there as well. If you come, Jaime is going to be pissed as hell and there will be nothing civil about the meeting. He can cause a lot of havoc even from where he sits. I’d really prefer do this myself.” I plead my case.

“Are you telling me no?” Odin is daring me.

“I’m saying you need to think it through.” I don’t want to argue and right now. But I do not want Odin to go with me. As much as I want him to be by my side, I just know it’s not the right thing to do.

Odin sighs and a frustrated look seizes his face. He runs a hand through his blond choppy hair as he tries to gain his calmness back.

It has started raining outside and water streaks the windows in Odin’s room and patters on the roof and the ground. He still looks irritated but I have an idea of how I might drag him out of it. I trail my fingers up and down his chest in a teasing motion.

“Have I shown you the music room?” he asks, throwing me off my game.

“Is that the room that’s always locked?” I refer to the room across from his.

“No.”

Then what the hell is in there?

“Come on, I will show you.” he says leaping off the bed and holding a hand out for me. He leads me back downstairs, past the kitchen, and past the door to the garage. There is another room, attached to the side of the garage that I had never noticed. I’ve never been on this side of his house before. He opens the door into a big room. The walls are black and dark purple and filled with band posters. There are no windows. He flips on a switch and black light strips hanging on the walls light up the room. The white skull on my t-shirt glows as do Odin’s teeth when he turns to face me. “What do you think?”

I take a look around at all the band equipment. There are stickers on the drum set that glow in the light, as do all the white on the band posters. “This is awesome!”

Odin smiles and walks over to an electric guitar, plugging it in to a large amplifier. He begins playing a riff I immediately recognize as
Cowboys From Hell
by Pantera. I take a seat behind the drums and keep a slow beat behind him. His fingers move expertly up the strings. I had no idea he was such a good guitar player. He plays a few more songs that I recognize, smiling back at me on the drums, not holding a candlestick to his talent. It’s been a long time since I’ve had drums at my disposal.

Everything is so perfect in this moment. Odin is standing shirtless playing the guitar, and I can’t deny that I’ve totally fallen for him. If tomorrow he decided he didn’t want to be with me anymore, I’d be crushed. I dreaded leaving Jaime for so long, afraid to be alone, afraid that no one else would ever be as exciting. And now, sitting with Odin in his band room, I realize that Jaime was little league compared to Odin. He’s sexy and every bit as much as a badass. Not to mention the sex is exponentially better! There is literally nowhere I would rather be right now. I can easily see why so many girls have willingly played into Odin’s fantasy world. He’s proving more and more worth it each hour I spend here. I’m sure they all fall for him. How could they not?

After a while he offers the guitar to me, I mess around playing some sad riffs I remember from back in the day. “I’m more of an acoustic, coffeehouse rock, kind of girl when it comes to playing,” I admit.

“I have a few acoustics. I’d love to hear it.”

“Maybe another time,” I say. I’m a bit out of practice lately. “I’d rather listen to you play.”

Odin leans across the guitar that I hold in my hands and kisses me sweetly, tracing my lips with his own. Then he takes the guitar and says “I wrote you a song.” He leans back onto a stool and begins to pick the strings. A tune I can’t quite place begins to fill the room. Then he starts singing.

“Hey there, Delilah, I’ve been watching you with Jaime, what are you doing with him, girl? You know you’re too damn pretty. Yes you are. He’s just a punk who stole your heart. Girl, you’re too smart.”

Oh my god, he wrote me a parody to
Hey There, Delilah
!

He sings on, “Hey there, Delilah, you’ve been telling me your story. I just want to be your dominant and take away your worries. It’ll all be fine. I’ll rid you of your problems in good time, and make you mine… Ooooh, the things I’ll do to you. Oh, the things I’ll do to you. Oooh, the things I’ll do to you. Oh, the things I’ll do to you. Things I’ll do to you. Oh, oh.” He sings the chorus in unison with the actual song and I can’t help but laugh in enjoyment. This is good shit!

“Hey there, Delilah, can I tie you up and fuck you, if I promise to always be there to pick you up when life kicks you. I’ll catch your tears, and kick Rick’s ass to rid your fears, fuck all our peers. Hey there, Delilah, I’ve been watching you and listenin’ and there’s nothing in the world that I want more than your submission, give in to me, I’ll show you moves you’ve never seen, and make you scream… Oooh, the things I’ll do to you. Oh, the things I’ll do to you. Oooh, the things I’ll do to you. Oh, the things I’ll do to you. Things I’ll do to you. Oh, oh.”

He has no idea how special this song makes me feel. I hate
Hey There, Delilah
, but now every time I hear it, I will turn the volume up and scream these words over the actual lyrics.

“The first time that I tapped that ass I knew I wanted more of that. But your asshole of a husband got in my way. There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do, to force him to get away from you. He’s an idiot for ever letting you get away. Delilah, I can promise you that if there’s a time you say you’re through, your sex life will never be the same. And I’m to blame.”

That’s for sure!!!

“Oooh, the things I’ll do to you. Oh, the things I’ll do to you. Oooh, the things I’ll do to you. Oh, the things I’ll do to you. Things I’ll do to you. Oh, oh.”

It’s a silly rendition, but I trust his promising to always be there for me and to fight my battles with me. And of course, take me to a new level of sexual ecstasy. I think he’s already come through with that.

Odin sets the guitar down and there are no words for how amused, impressed, flattered, and completely thrilled I am right now. I walk over to where he leans on a stool and lay my body against his, kissing him deeply, caressing his head in my hands. He takes me in his arms. He holds me tightly and our heads move from side to side as we kiss. I’m standing in between his legs and I feel him stiffen against me. It makes me hot, hotter then I already am for him. I push my lips into his, pulling his hair between my fingers. His hands move up and down my back then one slips inside my shorts, caressing my ass. He laces his fingers through my hair, resting his hand on my neck. I want him. Here. Now!

“Take me,” I whisper in his ear, as he kisses his way down my neck.

He instantly stands up, pulling my t-shirt off over my head. I push his pajama pants down in a hurry, anxious to have him inside me once more. He can hardly work fast enough to push my shorts down to my ankles. Then, still kissing me, he twirls us around so that I am sitting up on the stool. I spread my knees and he makes his way between my thighs. I’m at the perfect height, and he doesn’t have to take his hands off me to glide himself in. His cock makes its way freely inside me and I moan at the pleasure of its entrance. With one hand he caresses my ass, pulling me into him as he moves in and out of me. Both my arms are under his shoulders reaching around his back pulling him into me. His tongue buries itself in my mouth and I suck on it, wanting all of him. My legs are tightly wrapped around him. He sucks hard at my neck sending sparks all over my body surging down into my lower abdomen. My nails grip into his back and I hear him moan out loud.

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