Caught in the Devil's Sheets (38 page)

Then he sees her. Coming out of a head shop on Fifth Avenue. She’s glaring at him and she looks pissed as hell, but he’s just glad to have found her. He parks on the curb, overlooking the parking meter.

“Lila!” he yells, unsure whether he’s pleading or demanding.

*           *           *

I’m sitting in the head shop, looking at bongs in the window when I hear a commotion in the street. I look out to see that it’s Odin, screaming obscenities at some poor lady in a Kia. Then before he even makes the light he almost rear ends another car. I duck out of the store as nonchalantly as I had come in and stare at him sitting in his truck waiting for the light. His face is frantic, but it calms when he sees me standing on the curb.

He quickly pulls over, almost hitting a bicyclist. He storms out of the truck, slamming the door. I can tell he’s enraged. What right does he have to be pissed?

“Lila, what are you doing?”

His tone isn’t angry like I expected. He sounds, torn. It’s so unlike him.

“I don’t recall signing up for the ‘let’s insult Delilah’ showdown! This is exactly why I didn’t want you to come!” I’m yelling, irritated and exasperated. I’m well aware that I’m causing a scene in the middle of the street, and frankly I don’t give a shit.

“If I didn’t come he was just going to try and get you back. I needed him to know he can’t intimidate you anymore!” Odin says in his own defense.

“I just wanted it to be over today. Now it could be months before I actually get a divorce and I’ll probably have to fight him every inch of the way!” My blood boils inside me.

“He’ll sign the papers, Lila. Trust me. There isn’t going to be any fight.” Odin’s eyes turn cold.

He seems completely sure that either Jaime will sign or his hand will be forced. This is not what I wanted.

“He seemed less convinced!” I say crossing my arms.

People are walking around us, trying to avoid the commotion I’m causing.

Odin tries not to make eye contact with any of them. “Will you please just get in the truck and we can talk about it at home?”

There’s not much to talk about. All hope of my quick and easy divorce just disintegrated in front of me, thanks to my overprotective, overbearing boyfriend.

“If I say no?” I’m testing him because I’m pissed.

“Then I will stand here, arguing with you till our lips turn blue. But I’m not leaving without you.”

Why does he have to be so fucking difficult? Defeated, I flip him my middle finger in defiance and reluctantly get into the truck. He smacks me hard on the ass as I climb into my seat.

“Fuck you!” I scream at him, and I feel the eyes of the people on the sidewalk dogging us. I want to tell them to go fuck themselves too. But I don’t. Instead I sit, glaring out my own window, reeling with anger.

Odin throws the truck in reverse, skidding the tires then throwing it in drive. I jolt back as he speeds up the street, leaving black tire marks in our wake. Not a word is said until we get back to his house. We both storm inside and my first instinct is to gather my shit and go home. I’m so mad that he insisted on going just so he could brag to Jaime that he’s fucking me now. I feel like that’s exactly what this was. I know he doesn’t honestly believe Jaime could have coaxed me back to him. And while it’s a sweet gesture to have wanted to stand up for me, it didn’t exactly help.

“Delilah, calm down,” he says as I toss my things back into my oversized purse.

“You just went fucking ape shit on my soon to be ex-husband and you’re going to tell me to calm down?” I gape at him.

“Trust me, you haven’t seen ape shit! And if that punk bitch of a soon-to-be ex-husband thinks he’s going to lie to my face, and make me feel guilty for ‘stealing’ something he treated like garbage anyways, then you’ll have to excuse my getting defensive. It makes me very angry that he had the nerve to use you, and even angrier that he has the fucking balls to try and make you seem like a whore for choosing to be with the better man.” Odin is still worked up over his fight.

I’m angry, but I have to realize it’s more directed at Jaime, and I can’t take my anger out on Odin right now. Odin was just trying to protect me, something Jaime never bothered to do.

“I have to leave tomorrow, and I won’t be back until Monday. Please, Lila, stay with me tonight.” Odin’s eyes are full of longing, and telling him no would be like turning away a stray puppy.

“You’re really gonna go on a run without me?” I try to use this fight to get my way back into the action.

“Yeah, I’m going on a run. How do you think I pay for all of this?” he says, glancing around at his gorgeous house.

“Not from the little runs we do. Construction? Side work?” I guess, honestly not knowing how all this is paid for. Jaime and I could never afford all this and we worked our asses off running. We were comfortable, but this house is probably a million dollar home, not to mention all the toys, the pool, his boat… now my wheels are turning.

“It’s a supplementary income. It will cover all your expenses.” He strikes a nerve insinuating that he has to run in order to pay my bills.

“I’d just assume cover my own. If you’ll just let me go with you, I can earn my own keep!” I have never been the kind of girl to let someone take care of me. My mom was mostly single throughout my life. She showed me what it meant to work for a living. I watched her work our way from nothing, to a house in the city. I watched her go from making beaded earrings to sell in local stores to being a successful business owner. Since my mom kicked me out, I’ve stood on my own two feet. I have never relied on anyone financially. Even as a married woman, I stuffed away money in my safety deposit box and gave money to my mom to hold onto for me.

“Absolutely not!” he says, leaving me no wiggle room.

“Look, I don’t like you paying my way like I’m some kind of whore!”

“Try and think of it more as being a kept woman.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You can’t tell me no! If you’re going to cut me out of my own job, I will go above your head and get new ones. I let you come with me today against my better judgment and look how well that went. Obviously I need to stick to my instincts.”

Odin makes his way from behind the breakfast bar, drawing nearer to me. I take a step back, my instincts of how Jaime would act when provoked kicking in. I hit the back of the couch behind me.

“I can assure you, no one will be giving you any new runs. I will make sure of that,” he says very calmly.

I don’t at all like being cornered like this. I don’t doubt he has the power to ensure I don’t get any new work from the club.

“You didn’t
let
me do anything today. I’m afraid you don’t quite understand how this works
.”

I don’t understand???
His words make me so angry I want to slap him! “I don’t think you understand! I am not your fucking slave! You might think that you own me but you don’t!”

A look crosses his face as if I have just slapped him.

“I’m my own fucking person and I can take care of myself!” I say, my walls of defense quickly building up. “I don’t need you or anyone else risking their neck to pay my bills! If I have to whore myself out to pay my mortgage I will! So don’t think for a fucking minute that I need you or that you’re doing me some kind of favor going on
my
runs without me!” I’d like to think I would never actually succumb to being a whore. I have many other ideas up my sleeve before I’d resort to that. The fact that I can, and will take care of myself, is the point he needs to know.

Odin’s expression goes blank and it’s more frightening than him being angry. His eyes glaze over and his face turns cold. He’s standing just a few feet in front of me. His expression has my nerves standing on end and my heart clenches inside me.

“I would just assume chain you to my bed and leave you there for eternity before I allow you to become another man’s cum dumpster,” he says in a dead serious voice that sends chills through me.

He steps closer to me so that we are almost touching, and I can feel the warmth of his body on my skin. He is glaring down at me with fierce blue eyes that trigger an array of emotions inside my heart. I go to turn away, intending to leave on that note, but he grabs me by my hair. His other hand quickly wraps around me as he swings me back around to face him and pins me up against the back of the couch. Before I can begin to react his lips are on mine and his tongue pushes inside my mouth. I push hard on his chest, but he leans against my force, wrapping his arm tightly around me and pulling me into him. His fingers pull at my hair pushing my face into his. I’m so angry, yet I find my hands loosening their grip and I’m kissing him back.
Why the hell am I kissing him back?

His body presses against me, and I can feel him, hard as a rock prodding at my lower abs
. That’s why
. He rips open my shirt, and buttons go flying, exposing my bra. I quickly wrap my arms around him, pulling him to me so my breasts are smashed up against his chest. He moans, pulling my slacks down and lifting me so my ass is on the back of the couch. I hurry to unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down, allowing him freedom. I am still mad, but so hot that I think I might combust if he doesn’t fuck me right now!

He pushes into me, filling me up. I’m not wet, and his brutal drive into me, makes me cry out. He does it again, not easing up, but driving harder. I dig my nails into his back, gripping him. He growls, pulling my hips into his as he slams into me. I tighten the hold of my legs around his hips but it does nothing to stop the power of his blows. He grabs another fist full of my hair, jerking my head back, and his teeth sink into my neck.
Oh god!

He sucks hard, still heaving into me fiercely. I grab him by his hair, pulling his lips off my neck. Our eyes lock in a primal, heated stare. Then his lips are on mine, his tongue claiming me as his cock makes a heated conquest of my body. I kiss him viciously, my anger leaking into him through my lips. I bite his lower lip, pulling my head back and tugging.

“Ah!” he exclaims and he immediately retaliates, pulling all the way out and slamming back into me.

“Fuck!” I cry out as he impales me, then goes back to his aggressive thrusts.

I hate this hold he has over me. I hate the way he can fuck me in and out of any mood. This isn’t over! His teeth sink again into the opposite side of my neck and he sucks in a line down toward my collarbone. Then he grabs me by my ass, lifting me off the couch and sinks to his knees, falling out of me as he lays me on my back. I’m still wearing my ripped open shirt and my breasts are hoisted up in my bra. His eyes blaze down at me. I take a moment to get out some frustration and I slap him hard across the face. His head immediately turns back and he glares at me, enraged and bewildered.

“That is for the mess you caused today!” I scowl at him.

He gives me a look as if to say, “Oh really?” He throws my legs up over his shoulders, my back still pinned on the ground, and the marks from the whip burn under the pressure of my body. He slaps me on the ass, hard, as his cock drives into me, so hard that I slide up the floor. He’s quick to grab my shoulder and hold me down in place.

“That is for running off on me!” He slaps me again, just as hard and dives into me once more, forcing me to scream. “That is for giving me the finger!” It hurts as he forces his way into me. My ass stings under his palm. “And don’t you
ever
,” he heaves into me, hitting me hard on the ass. “Fucking. Threaten me. With. Another. Man!” he growls, hitting me hard and driving into me with each word. “You. Are. Mine!” he yells at me, slamming into me with each word as if he’s nailing them to my soul.

Fuuuuck!!!
My insides ache in pain. He lets my legs drop and takes his place back over my chest, putting a hand in between us and rubbing hard circles around my clit. The sensation inside me goes from hurt to lust and he continues aggressively fucking me, while his thumb presses into my knot of nerves. He thrusts so hard that we skid along the floor, the lashes on my back burning intensely. My body is gripped by a wildly intense orgasm, as Odin violently forces his way inside me over and over.

“Fuck me!” I scream, begging him to continue.

He growls, his thumb forcefully assaulting my pleasure spot.

“Odin please! Fuck me harder!” I beg at the top of my lungs as I start to cum. The walls echo with the shrill sound of my screams.

“Fuck!” he growls as he pours himself into me, keeping his powerful rhythm. We climax together, both panting and yelling and losing ourselves completely in lustful rage.

I pant aimlessly and wince as he pulls out of me. He gets up and walks back into the kitchen, heading toward the garage. I’m left lying on my back, not completely sure of what just happened or what I feel at this point. I sit up and weakly make my way to my feet, leaning on the couch for support as I take my first few steps, hobbled-over and holding my lower belly as it aches from the harsh sex I just endured.

I make my way slowly up the stairs steeling some of Odin’s pajama pants and a t-shirt. I hear Odin playing his guitar downstairs. I hate to miss the opportunity to watch him play, so I make my way back down to the band room. He’s playing
Sweet Child O’ Mine
by Guns N’ Roses.

I peak my head into the band room. He looks at me, then looks back down at his guitar. I shut the door and lean up against it, playing the words in my head. I used to be obsessed with this band. I notice that there is a microphone, plugged into an amplifier already that just needs to be turned on. I make my way over, flicking on the amp. I tap the microphone to see that it’s on. Odin plays the same riff over and over, eying me as I turn the microphone on. He comes around to the beginning again and I sing with him. I know every word to this song and after Odin plays the intro again, I start singing about the features of the girl this song was written for.

Odin looks at me bemused and he throws in some extra chords, bringing the song to life as he watches me sing. I don’t shy away from the microphone, but let my voice loudly flow through it. It doesn’t compare to Axl Rose, but I don’t butcher the lyrics either. I close my eyes. Gripping the microphone, my voice rises to meet the notes at the end almost perfectly. Odin finishes the ending, a boyish and irresistible smile playing on his face. He puts his guitar to rest.