Thursday Throwout

Welcome Back to the Thursday Throw out!!!!!


I may be a little absent this month, It is NaNoWriMo and I am determined to finish S#!t Storm. However, I have something from my NaNo project to share today. Enjoy!!


S#!T STORM

JEN




What the fuck is he doing standing on the front porch of Storm’s family home? Additionally, why the fuck am I so turned on by this fact? That infuriating little smirk of his makes me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. I am standing here in my yoga pants, with the most closed off stance I can muster, and the man is still looking at me as if I am dinner. When I left him in Vegas, I told him to have a good life. I did not think I needed to straight up tell him to fuck off.


“You going to invite me in, or stand there looking like a pissed off teddy bear all day?” his deep voice, once again, hits me strait in the panties. I purse my lips to keep from smiling. Narrowing my eyes, I reiterate my earlier question through gritted teeth.


“Odin? What the fuck are you doing here?” 


“You already said that kitten….twice.” Odin pushes past me and into the foyer. He takes a look up the grand staircase, then into the kitchen, choosing to enter the latter.  “Fuck kitten, is there any coffee left, I need it like I need oxygen right now.”


I resume my arms crossed, scowly faced stance, leaning against the cased entry, I watch as he rifles through the cabinets looking for coffee cups.  Finally annoyed by the slamming, I approach and pull open the correct door. Without a word, I place the cup on the island counter. A huge smile spreads across his face as he fills it from the carafe, pausing only to wipe up a small spill with a nearby dishrag.  He takes a long sip of the hot, coal black liquid, savoring it before returning his gaze to mine.  Trying to maintain my level of anger is hard when he is standing here looking like a lumberjack from a fucking gourmet coffee add. I refuse to speak until I get an answer to my first question, so the stare down continues.


“You didn’t actually think I would just let you walk out on me did you?” Odin’s tone does not give me the impression he wants me to answer that. “I am not just a fuck boy, and you were never just one weekend for me.”


“So stalking me across the country was the answer for you? That is not creepy at all.” My snark makes an appearance as he looks at me sternly.


“It seems with you there is no middle ground. Either you are coming or going, staying put isn’t your thing.  Well, you can’t just strut in on four inch heels, then waltz out of my life like Ginger fucking Rogers. You are used to living life on your own terms. These are my terms, and I am not done with you yet. “


His monologue rendering me speechless, Odin takes advantage of my shock and saunters into the den plopping down on the couch. I am still contemplating his supposed claim on me when I find myself within arm’s reach of him.  Before I know what is happening, I am being pulled into his lap and surrounded by bulging tattooed arms.


“Odin—“ My protests are smothered when his lips slam into mine.  I try to resist, but it is a futile effort. His mouth has me in heel before I am even able to draw a fighting breath.

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