Thor (The Black Hornets MC Book 5)

by Savannah Rylan

  My eyes connected with hers and I watched shock roll over them. I kept dabbing at her lips, smoothing vaseline over them to try and repair them. I smoothed away the caked-on grime of her swollen eye as it healed, then I ran my hands over her body. Checking her bruises. Checking the swelling. Changing the gauze wrappings on her wrists.

  “You what?” she asked.

  My eyes slowly panned back up to hers.

  “I love you. And I’ll always be there to protect you. But, all of this moving you’re doing is making it hard t—”

  She leaned forward, silencing my words with a kiss. A kiss I hadn’t dared to take from her since she’d been back in my care. It had been four days since we’d picked her up. Since the plan went off without a hitch. I had no idea what else they had done to her, and I wasn’t about to start pressuring her for affection if they had indeed touched her. I weakened against her lips. I cupped her cheek, sliding my tongue between her vaseline’d lips.

  She moaned down my throat, and it reduced me to the animal she always uncaged.

  I picked her up effortlessly in my arms. I carried her through the bathroom and settled her softly onto the bed. It didn’t take us long to get our clothes off. To settle our naked bodies against one another. I laced our fingers together and pressed her wrists over her head. I kissed down her neck. Down her chest. I lapped at her taut nipples and felt her roll her warm hips against mine. My cock raged. Leaked. Wept to be inside her.

  I traveled down her stomach before she wiggled her hands away from mine. Before she fisted my hair. Before she yanked me back up her body and crashed our lips together.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Thor,” she whispered.

  She opened her legs for me and my cock fell between her pussy lips. They were warm. Juicy. Wet, and ready for the taking. My eyes connected with hers and I searched her face for any sign of pain. Any hesitation at what was about to occur. Her toes slipped up my calves. Up the backs of my thighs. I felt her link her soft thighs around my body and I let out a growl. Oh, how I’d missed her. How I’d been so scared of the fact that they had taken her from me.

  My forehead fell to hers as I inched my hips back.

  “I love you,” I said as her pussy caught the tip of my dick.

  Then, her hands cupped my cheeks.

  “I love you too, Thor. So much,” she whispered.

  I slid every inch of my cock into her body and the two of us moved. Rolled. Thrusted. Undulated against one another. My forearms planted beside her head and our lips never left the other. I tasted her. Raked my tongue along the roof of her mouth. Our hips connected and her walls fluttered around me as we made love there in my bed. Her nails raked down my back. My hands fisted the sheets of the bed as I pounded against her.

  “More, Thor. I want more of you,” she groaned.

  Despite the bruising and despite her pain, I slipped her leg over my shoulder. I opened up that wet cavern of hers and slid deeper than I’d ever been before in a woman. Willow’s eyes bulged. Her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. I rolled my hips and swiveled them against her clit while my cock filled her to the brim.

  “Thor! Yes! Shit!”

  She came around my cock and I kept pumping. She shook and shivered as her hands wrapped around my forearms. Every part of my body ached for her. Cried out in happiness at having her underneath me again. In my arms again. Waking up to me again, safe and sound.

  Not once did I let up my beautiful attack on her body until her back arched again.

  “Thor—I—you—shit—oh—fuck.”

  Her broken sentences made me pop. I slammed myself into her one last time, feeling my cock twitch against her swollen walls. Her juices slowly dripped down my balls, teasing me as I came deep within her body. Thread after thread of cum, marking her and painting her as mine. She reached out and fisted my hair. She crashed my lips back down to hers. I growled down her throat while she moaned down mine, milking my dick for all it had to give her.

  And when the two of us were emptied and spent, I collapsed beside her and pulled her into my arms.

  “We waited way too long to do that,” Willow breathed.

  I chuckled, kissing the shell of her ear. “I didn’t want to push you.”

  “You wouldn’t have. Not one bit.”

  “I just wasn’t sure if—”

  I couldn’t even get the damn sentence out.

  “They didn’t,” Willow said.

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. Because if they had, I might have to go back on my promise I made you.”

  “What promise?”

  “To not kill anyone unnecessarily.”

  Willow turned around in my arms. “You didn’t make that promise to me.”

  “Not verbally, no. But I know how you feel about it.”

  She smiled at me as she cupped my cheek. “You’re a good man, Thor.”

  “And you’re a good woman, Willow.”

  She kissed my lips and it took me to new heights. I pulled her close to me, feeling her naked leg slide between my thighs. I pulled the covers over us. Readied us for bed. The sun was only setting, but neither of us cared. Dean told the group to take a few days off and rest. Relax. Recuperate from all the bullshit that had gone down.

  It was a no-brainer to take my days with Willow.

  “Are you still sticking around in town until after Diego’s trial?” I asked.

  “I am. I’ve still got a week or so of vacation left,” she said.

  “And when your time is done?”

  Willow’s eyes danced between mine. “When I’m done, I guess I’ll go back.”

  “Ah.”

  She grinned. “What’s on your mind?”

  I shrugged. “Just thinking.”

  “About…?”

  “About what might happen if you chose not to go back.”

  Willow smiled. “Uh huh. You mean, what would happen if I stayed behind for some hulking piece of granite that just so happens to have a soft spot for stubborn women?”

  I chuckled. “Something like that.”

  “Well, why don’t you ask the question then?”

  “What question?”

  “Stop being a dick and ask,” she said.

  I leaned forward and kissed her lips.

  “What if you stayed behind for a little while longer?” I asked.

  “Still not the right question, Thor.”

  “I’m not going to command you to stay, Willow. That isn’t my place.”

  She snickered. “I’m pretty sure we threw all decorum out the window when we fucked in the back of a bar after Liv mased you.”

  I laughed. “Yeah. I suppose we did.”

  A brief pause fell between us before Willow snuggled into my chest.

  “Ask,” she whispered.

  “What if I told you I wanted you to stay longer? With me?” I asked.

  I kissed the top of her head, unable to get enough of her.

  “I’d tell you I need to talk to my boss. I can technically remote into my job from my laptop. But it will require prior approval,” she said.

  “But…?”

  She giggled. “But, if my boss says ‘yes’, then I don’t see why I couldn’t stay longer.”

  We fell asleep that night wrapped up in one another. Naked, dripping, and smelling of each other’s mark. I’d never smiled harder in my life than I did when she told me that. When she told me she’d call her boss and see if her job would enable her to stay a while longer. I fell asleep without any nightmares plaguing me. So long as she was in my arms, I never tossed or turned. I never woke up in cold sweats or fought sleep just so the reel of my mind wouldn’t play. I loved having her there. I loved having her in my home. And the thought of relinquishing her back to D.C. made me sick to my stomach.

  I really hoped her boss would understand.

  I nuzzled my nose against her shoulder as the morning sunlight crept through my window. I kissed her naked skin and felt her press her ass into my cock. I ran my hands up and down h
er smooth skin. Massaged her breasts lightly as she moaned and groaned. She yawned as I kissed her neck. She giggled as my hand crept between her thighs. I nibbled on her earlobe as she woke up, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.

  “Morning, beautiful.”

  “You look wonderful in the sunlight.”

  “I hope you slept well, because I know what I want for breakfast.”

  “You’re perfect for me.”

  I slipped between her legs and helped her wake up without her morning cup of coffee. She bucked against my face, riding me and coating me with her juices. Her sounds filled my room. Her hands fisted my hair. Her legs slipped over my shoulders and her thighs clamped down around my face. I filled my stomach with her. I let her use my face in whatever form she wanted. Her heels dug into my back as her tits bounced for me, puckering and pulling taut at the pleasure that rushed through her body.

  “Thor. Holy fuck. I—it—oh, shit!”

  She came against my tongue once. Twice. Three times before she pushed me away, touting that she couldn’t take anymore. Her juices dripped down my neck. Soaked the bed below her precious ass. I filled her pussy with my fingers and stroked them against her walls, watching her squirm. Flush. Beg for mercy as I pulled one last orgasm from her body.

  Four beautiful orgasms. Each one of them for the number of nights she had kept me company. Kept me whole. Kept me warm. Kept me happy.

  And she’d get one for every night thereafter, if she stayed.

  I settled my chin against her stomach when she collapsed back to the bed and grinned at her from beyond the covers.

  “You’ll be the death of me, Thor,” she whispered.

  “I love you too, Willow,” I said, smiling.

  “We ruined your mattress.”

  “Eh, nothing a new mattress and a wash of the sheets can’t fix.”

  “What do you do to me?”

  I kissed her stomach. “Anything and everything you want me to.”

  She sat up onto her forearms, peering down at me with her sweating face.

  “Then, get up here and let me have my breakfast, too,” she said, grinning.

  My phone rang out with Colt’s ringer and I groaned. What great timing. Not. I sighed as I kissed up Willow’s body, feeling her shake with every touch. I captured her lips, feeling her lick her juices off my skin. I raked my teeth along her lower lip, feeling her pussy twitch against my cock. I wanted to ignore that phone call. I wanted to slip into her beautiful body and rock against her until we both came one last time together.

  But I also knew what was going on.

  The church meeting to end all church meetings was about to occur.

  “I gotta take that. I’m sorry,” I murmured.

  “Get it. It’s fine. I need a shower anyway,” Willow said, giggling.

  “Meet you in there once I’m done?”

  “Trust me, I was counting on it.”

  I grinned as I watched her naked body slip away, ignoring the bruises that covered her so I could appreciate the deep slope of her curves. I slipped out of bed and picked up the call, listening as Colt rattled off the details. Noon. The lodge. There were a lot of important things to discuss. Like the fact that we still had possession of Diego and the fact that we all needed to talk with Dean, head on. He told me to bring Willow, because the rest of the women were coming as well. Leti and her pregnant stomach. Gabby and Eden. Even Liv would be there, despite the fact that we were holding Diego just a few feet away from the lodge itself. Colt wanted to make sure they were all safe during the meeting. All in our possession and not without protection.

  I liked that plan. Because I sure as hell wasn’t ready to leave Willow’s side.

  “You coming or what, big boy?” Willow called out.

  My cock twitched as I hung up the phone call, then made my way to the shower.

  “Just the woman I was looking for,” I said as I rolled back the glass door.

  We enjoyed ourselves. Took our time. Kissed one another repeatedly underneath the falling water. We stayed in there until the water ran cold. Until the warmth no longer soothed our aching muscles from the pleasure I brought down upon our bodies. I hoisted her into the shower tall. I filled her, just as she wanted. She dropped to her knees and took my cock between her lips, looking up at me as she sucked me down. Her throat was outstanding. Her cheeks, warm. Her tongue wrapped around the tip of my leaking cock as she coaxed me to my end, swallowing every droplet of cum I had for her.

  The room spun, I came so hard.

  But the shower ended all too soon. We got out, and I got dressed. I slipped into my regular club attire. Dark-wash jeans, a black t-shirt, and my leather cut. I reached for my sunglasses and slipped my things into my pocket. My phone. My wallet. My keys.

  “Going on a ride somewhere?” she asked.

  “You’re coming, too. I’m not leaving you behind,” I said.

  “Wait, I am?”

  I turned around, taking in her body as she got dressed. “You feeling up for it?”

  She peered over her shoulder and smiled, gracing me with that mysterious and mischievous little grin of hers.

  “Always.”

  Willow and myself pulled up to the lodge and the girls were gathered in the kitchen. They sat around the table, eating and drinking while the men gathered in the back rooms. The shades were drawn and the doors were locked behind us, and it made me nervous to leave Willow in a room without me.

  “Go, you worry wart. I’ve got her,” Liv said, smiling.

  The girls accepted her into the fold, and it made me feel a little better. So, I slipped into Dean’s office with the other guys. It was cramped, but it gave us the privacy we need to do what needed to be done.

  I was shocked when Dean started the conversation.

  “It’s come to my attention that my mental state isn’t what it used to be,” he said.

  All of us looked around at one another while Colt stood strong at Dean’s side.

  “And… after some convincing… I have to say I agree,” Dean said.

  “What?” Jace asked.

  Dean snickered. “I know, I know. Hearing those words from me is a little out of character. Then again, that’s how I’ve been the past few months. Colt and myself had a serious talk yesterday after the dust settled, and I saw that my judgement isn’t what it used to be.”

  “You know we respect you for everything you’ve done for this club,” Maverick said.

  Dean held up his hand. “You can save the shit. I know I’ve fucked up.”

  My eyes flickered over to Colt and he nodded at me.

  “Honestly, seeing how you guys reacted to helping Willow reminded me of what this club was founded for. To protect those we love. To protect the town we love. And somewhere along the line, I lost sight of that,” Dean said.

  “Maybe just a bit,” I said.

  Dean chuckled. “I’m still not happy about it. I don’t know when I started crossing that line or why I started crossing it in the first place. But Colt was also right in what he proposed.”

  “What did he propose?” Duke asked.

  “A motion to nominate a new president,” Dean said.

  “Is that the official motion?” I asked.

  Dean nodded. “It is. A motion has been brought forth to nominate a new president. Any suggestions?”

  “I nominate Colt,” I said.

  “I second that in a heartbeat,” Jace said.

  “Same here,” Maverick said.

  “Yep,” Duke said.

  “Well, then it sounds like this is going to be easy. All in favor of Colt becoming the next President of the Black Hornets, say ‘aye,’” Dean said.

  “Aye,” we all said in unison.

  “Well, that was quick,” Dean said, chuckling.

  “Can I address something quickly then?” Colt asked.

  “Your first address as president,” I said, grinning.

  He waved his hand in the air. “It’s been four days since we picked up Diego,
and Liv keeps asking me when we’re going to hand him back over and how.”

  “Doesn’t shock me. We’ve been holding him in our garage out back,” Duke said.

  “He can die there, for all I care,” I murmured.

  Everyone shot me a look before Colt smiled.

  “Liv thinks that, in order for us to keep our noses clean, we need to let him loose and have her pick him up,” Colt said.

  “That still doesn’t explain the getaway in the van,” Jace said.

  “That’ll be easy to pin on Diego’s guys. I’m not worried about that,” Maverick said.

  “Well, if we’re going to come up with a plan that keeps our noses clean and keeps Liv from losing her job, then we need to get started on the plan today,” Colt said.

  “Well, we’re all here. Might as well start tossing around ideas,” Duke said.

  “I’m fine with that,” Maverick said.

  “Wait, has anyone seen Jagger?” Duke asked.

  “Prospects can’t vote in elections,” Dean said.

  “I know, I know. But he still should have been here, right? For the gathering of the church meeting, even if he couldn’t vote? And to be here for this planning?” Duke asked.

  “Colt, did you contact Jagger?” Dean asked.

  “I did, yes. I told him he couldn’t vote, but that I wanted someone on watch outside. Both for Diego and the girls’ sake,” Colt said.

  “Oh, so he’s outside. Should we bring him in here to talk about this new plan?” Maverick asked.

  “I’ll go get him in a second,” Colt said.

  “Well, setting that aside for the moment, congratulations, Colt. You’re now the President of the Black Hornets. Which means you get to move a motion and revote on your V.P. and other such nonsense if you want to,” Dean said.

  Colt looked around the room, eyeing each and every one of us. Him and I had talked about me becoming his V.P. on a couple of occasions. But it wasn’t something I was interested in. I wanted to stick to the shadows. I wanted to stay the muscle of the group. The floater between us and the other clubs we kept good relations with. It was good money, I got to do what I did best, and I got to get home at a decent time.

  Which would be nice if Willow took me up on my offer to stay for a while longer with me.