Page 14 of Bad Luck, Hard Love (Heaven’s Rejects MC #6)

CHARLOTTE

Thor snores behind me, his warm body molded to mine. His hot breath is on the back of my neck, and his heavy arm lays across my midsection.

I lay here, nestled in the cocoon of Thor’s embrace, feeling his warmth seep into my bones. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulls me deeper into a state of contentment.

As I turn my head slightly, I catch a glimpse of his peaceful face. His features are softened in slumber. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as he mutters my name in his sleep.

I allow my mind to wander, reliving our time together last night.

He’s been so gentle with me, caring for me in a way no one else has done before.

I woke up smiling. It’s something that has never happened to me before, and it’s all because of him.

Thor has given me so much more than orgasms. He’s given me a choice and put me first.

A vibration next to me draws my attention away from him.

I find my phone and a glass of water on the bedside table next to me.

I reach for it, smiling wider because I know he must have put it there for me after I fell asleep.

I click open my phone and see a dozen messages from Minny. The most recent from only a minute ago.

Where are you?

I’m in the hotel.

Where in the hotel?

You didn’t come back last night. I was up all night worrying about you.

I’m with Thor. I’m fine.

Wait. Charlotte Elizabeth Myers. Did you spend the night with Thor?

The dots flash and flash until she responds.

DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?

I leave her in suspense for a few minutes as gif after gif rolls in. I pull open my camera app and position my phone just right before I snap a picture and send it to her.

Oh. My. God. Charlie! Tell me everything.

I begin to type out a reply when Thor shifts behind me. His hand on my belly pulls me tighter against him as he nuzzles his face into my neck. I roll to my back and press a kiss against his lips.

“Good morning,” I smile.

“Good morning,” Thor mumbles. He stretches his arms above his head, revealing the sculpted muscles that make my heart race. His eyes shift to my phone as it buzzes and buzzes in my hand.

“Who’s that?” I pull open my messages and show him. “She’s persistent.”

“She is,” I chuckle. “Minny is dying to know every last detail.”

Thor’s laugh is low and wicked, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, his voice all sin and heat.

“What should we tell her, baby?” His lips trail down my neck, slow and deliberate, each kiss branding me.

“Should we mention how I kissed you here…” His teeth scrape gently across my collarbone.

“Or here…” Another kiss lands on the slope of my shoulder.

“Or how I made you fall apart over and over with nothing but my mouth buried between your thighs?”

His hand slides between my legs, his knuckles grazing my slit through the thin fabric. “You were soaked for me, Charlotte. Dripping. You still are.”

A moan slips from my throat, my hips shifting toward his touch as my fingers bury themselves in his thick hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against my skin.

“I think…” I gasp, breath catching as he nips the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Mmm,” he hums darkly. “You thinkin’ about my mouth on you again, baby? About the way I licked every inch of that pretty pussy like I couldn’t breathe without it?”

“Yes.” The word is nothing but a desperate whisper.

Thor growls low in his chest and flips us with fluid ease, his massive body caging mine as he settles between my thighs.

His cock, hard and throbbing beneath his boxers, presses against my belly, a silent promise of what’s coming.

His touch never falters—slow, intentional, like he’s worshiping me, not just claiming.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. “Use that gorgeous mouth, sweetheart. I’ll give you anything. Just say the word.”

“I… I want…” I gasp as his fingers stroke my clit, gentle but relentless. “Fuck?—”

“That’s it,” he moans, his breath hot against my cheek. “So fucking wet for me. Did you wake up aching? Dreaming of me stretching you open? My hands holding you down while I take what’s mine?”

I nod, too breathless to answer.

“You’re safe now, Charlotte,” he growls, his fingers moving faster. “No one touches you like this but me. No one makes you feel like this but me. You want me?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“You have me,” he rasps. “Every filthy, hungry, fucking inch.”

“No,” I shake my head. “I want to know what it feels like with you inside me.”

Thor lets out a sharp breath, like I’ve just punched the air from his lungs. His jaw tightens. “Fuck, Charlotte. You can’t say shit like that to me first thing in the morning. I could’ve sworn you just asked me to fuck you.”

“I did.”

His gaze locks on mine, wild and reverent. “Jesus.”

I shift beneath him, my thighs parting instinctively, the heat between them already pulsing.

“Until last night, I didn’t know it could be like that.

The way you touched me… it made everything before feel like nothing.

It made me realize how much I missed. How much I want to feel like that again—with you.

I want to know what it feels like to be taken by someone who actually gives a damn. I want to feel… loved.”

Thor groans low in his throat and rolls, taking me with him, his massive hands gripping my waist as he settles me over his hips. I straddle him, his cock pressing hard against the soaked fabric of my panties. One move and I’d be riding him skin to skin.

My heart thunders, but it’s not fear. It’s anticipation. Desire. Power in my own hands.

I reach down, fingers trembling as I slip the button of his boxers free. He hisses through his teeth when I pull the fabric aside, his cock springing free, flushed and ready.

His hands tighten on my hips, “You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he growls. “Tell me you’re sure. Say it so I know.”

I lean in, brushing my lips against his, barely touching, teasing. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want this. I want you.”

He crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss, one hand sliding up my spine to hold me there, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. My hands roam his chest, nails dragging through the coarse hair and down over his abs. He’s all heat and muscle beneath me—solid, safe, mine.

“This is on your terms, Charlotte. Every second. You say the word, I stop. No questions. No pressure. Your body. Your choice. You understand me?”

I nod, swallowing the lump of emotion that rises in my throat. “Yes.”

“Then ride me, baby,” he rasps, his cock pressing against my entrance. “Let me show you what it feels like to be worshiped.”

I reach down and pull his boxers down his hips, freeing his throbbing length.

A gasp escapes my lips as I admire him, thick and pulsing with need.

Guiding him to my entrance, I slowly lower myself onto his cock, taking him inch by inch.

Tinges of pain ebb and flow as my body attempts to adjust to him.

“Oh God,” I gasp.

A deep groan resonates from Thor’s chest as he fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t help but arch my back in pleasure. We move together in sync, creating a delicious friction that ignites every nerve ending in my body.

“Fuck, you feel unreal.” Thor’s voice is wrecked, thick with lust as he watches me grind down on him.

“Like this tight little pussy was made to fit my cock. Look at you…” He nods toward the mirror on the wall, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

“Look how fucking pretty you are riding me. Look at the way you take it.”

My gaze flicks toward the mirror—and I freeze for half a beat.

It’s not shame that stills me this time. It’s awe.

My body moves with his, flush and glowing, curves bouncing with every powerful thrust. His cock disappears inside me, over and over, and the reflection doesn't lie—I’m not just taking him. I’m owning it. Owning him.

He drives up into me, slow and deep, and my head falls back with a moan that rips from my throat.

I’d spent years closing my eyes. Praying for it to end. Hiding in my own body.

But now?

Now I can’t look away.

Thor groans, tightening his grip on my hips as he starts to thrust harder, deeper, rougher. “That’s it, Charlotte. Fuck—just like that. Take what you want. Use me. Chase that fucking high.”

The coil inside me is a live wire, tightening with every wet slap of skin, every obscene drag of his cock through my soaked folds. I move faster, chasing the sharp edge of bliss as his hands roam my thighs, my waist, up to my breasts, squeezing and teasing.

“Shit—” he growls, his abs flexing beneath me. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. This pussy’s too good.”

I feel him tense beneath me, cock twitching deep inside—but then, with a grunt of frustration, he grips my ass and lifts me off him.

“Wait—Thor, what the hell—” My breath catches as he shifts me higher, guiding my thighs up over his shoulders. His face is right beneath me now, his mouth so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my dripping core.

He grins up at me, all teeth and hunger. “You feel too good, sweetheart. I’m not done tasting you yet.”

“But—” I gasp, struggling to catch up with the sudden shift.

“No buts. You wanted to feel everything, didn’t you? Then trust me.”

His hand slides up my back, steadying me. “Grab the headboard, Charlotte.”

And the moment I do, he pulls me down onto his mouth like a man starved—devouring me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive.

His tongue swipes against my clit, and my back arches from the sensation.

I let out a moan as Thor’s tongue expertly works its magic on my sensitive flesh. The pleasure courses through me, intensifying with every flick and swirl of his skilled mouth. I grip the headboard tightly, my knuckles turning white as I surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

Thor’s hands roam over my thighs, squeezing and caressing, driving me to the brink of madness. His tongue delves deeper, lapping at my wetness, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My breath comes in short gasps as I lose myself in the ecstasy of his touch.

The room fills with the sounds of our desires mingling together—a symphony of moans, gasps, and the slick sound of his tongue gliding over my throbbing clit. Each flick sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, building the tension within.

My hips buck against Thor’s face, seeking more contact and urging him to take me higher. The intensity of my need grows with each lick and suck, pushing me closer to the pinnacle of bliss. I’m teetering on the edge, my body humming with anticipation.

It’s almost as if he knows how close I am, and with expert ease, he shifts me away from his face and resettles me back on his cock. Thor’s grip on my ass tightens, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. The sound of our bodies coming together echoes off the walls.

“Take it, Charlotte. Take what you want.”

I surrender myself completely.

His movements become more urgent and desperate as he chases his release. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, pulsating with a need that mirrors mine.

Thor watches in awe as I come undone above him. He continues to thrust into me, prolonging the exquisite pleasure until he finally succumbs to his release.

With a guttural groan, Thor spills himself inside me, filling me with warmth and an overwhelming sense of completion. We collapse against each other, breathless and spent, our bodies entangled in a sweaty embrace.

For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the pounding of our hearts as they gradually slow.

Thor’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as we bask in the aftermath of our passionate union.

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

“How do you feel?”

“Happy.”

Thor smiles. “Good. You deserve to feel that way.”

I nuzzle closer to him, reveling in the comforting embrace. In these quiet moments, I truly understand the depth of our connection, which extends beyond the physical pleasure we share. Thor has become more than just a lover—he’s my haven.

“What happens next?” I ask.

“I have some ideas, but I’m going to need a few minutes to recover,” he jokes.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m supposed to go home tomorrow.”

Thor’s fingers pause their gentle caress on my back, and I can sense the seriousness in his gaze. “Do you want to go home?”

I sigh, torn between the life waiting for me and Thor’s magnetic pull on my heart. “I don’t know,” I admit. “Everything is so complicated.”

“I won’t pretend to have all the answers, Charlotte,” he says earnestly. “But I do know that when we’re together, everything feels right, but some things here make staying with me in Vegas unsafe.”

“The club?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he admits. “Being with me here will paint a target on your back. I can’t do that to you, but I also don’t want you to go, either.”

I take a moment to process Thor’s words, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. The allure of staying with him and exploring the depths of our connection is undeniable. But the danger that comes with it weighs heavily on my heart.

“What if we… find a way to make it work?” I suggest tentatively. “Somehow navigate through the complications?”

Thor’s gaze softens as he considers my proposal, his thumb gently tracing circles on my lower back. “I won’t lie, Charlotte. If you stay here with me, it may not be safe for you.”

I bite my lip, contemplating the possibilities. Staying with Thor would mean stepping into a world of uncertainty, one where danger lurks around every corner. But it would also mean embracing a love and passion I never thought I would experience.

“Sometimes…” I begin, “The things worth having in life come with risks.”