Thor (Recherché #1) by LP Lovell Page B

“I keep telling him. We’d make fucking bank.”
    “Fuck off!” Kaden shouts at him.
    “What are you doing?” I ask.  Maddox releases his grip on the pull up bars and jumps to the ground. He picks up his phone off the weight rack and presses the screen.
    “Vlogging, dude.”
    “What?”
    “You’re getting old boss.” The kid smirks.
    “Videos, for my followers.” Maddox states as though it should be obvious.
    “Who the fuck wants to follow you?”
    He snorts. “Everyone. Topless work outs have them squirting all over the fucking shop.”
    “Uh huh. Or, they’re thinking any second you’re going to slip it in his arse.”
    “Fuck off, Maddox.” Kaden says before Maddox can even say anything. I laugh.
    “Anyway, I came to tell you that your client checked out, kid.” 
    “Thanks.” He says. I nod and press play on the sound system. Their obnoxious rock music starts blaring through the speakers again and I go back to the office.
    Vlogging. I’m getting fucking old.
     
     

 

     
    It’s three days before the urge to see Poppy starts gnawing away at me again. I still don’t know what the fuck it is about her. I still try to fight it, because I guess I’m not ready to give in and surrender my dick to her, but the amount of time I can hold out for is getting less and less. I work out until sweat drenches my shirt and my muscles feel completely numb, and then I get in the shower, allowing the hot water to pummel my back. I’m tired, my body abused, but my mind still goes to her the second I’m alone. I close my eyes and picture her lips wrapped around my cock, my dick sliding into her mouth inch by inch. My dick instantly hardens. The image changes and I see her straddling me, riding me, her head thrown back as a breathy moan slips from her lips. I drop my head forward against the tile and wrap my fingers around my dick. I remember how she feels, how she looks when I fuck her, how she sounds when she comes. My fist pumps over my cock and I grit my teeth, trying to purge her out of my fucking system. Using my free hand, I cup my balls and imagine her small fingers between my legs, massaging them. I remember her sitting on my front seat, legs spread and her hand on her pussy. Shit. I pump harder as my balls tighten and that tingle starts at the bottom of my spine. I think of her the entire time, groaning as I come. When I open my eyes, I brace my shoulders against the shower wall, breathing hard. I can safely say that Poppy Whitely is the only girl in the last ten years who has ever reduced me to spanking one out in the shower. And let me tell you, it’s a poor fucking imitation. I need to see her.

    I knock on the door to Poppy’s flat and wait. I can’t help but feel ashamed for being here, like a junkie rocking up on his dealer’s door. I know I fell off the wagon, but right now, the fix is more important.
    She yanks the door open and she looks surprised, then panicked. “Thor. What are you doing here?”
    I smirk. “I’ve taken to knocking on random doors just for shits and giggles.”
    “Uh…” She glances over her shoulder and closes the door slightly, blocking the gap with her body. “Now’s not a good time.”
    I narrow my eyes at her. “Is that the Chinese?” A male voice shouts from somewhere in her flat. Something in me rises, like a wave, rolling over my skin uncontrollably.
    She closes her eyes and releases a long breath. “Thor, I…” I slam my hand against the door and shove it open. “Thor!” She shouts.
    I spot him sitting on her sofa, a bottle of beer in his hand. “Hey, I’m Danny.” He says, unsure of himself. He’s a skinny fucker with curly blonde hair and a polo shirt.
    “Get the fuck out!” I growl.
    “What? No! Danny sit down.” Poppy moves in front of me, pressing her palm against my chest. “You need to leave.”
    “I’m going to count to three.” I meet his gaze over her head. “One.” He shoots nervous glances at Poppy. “Two.” He stands