Page 57 of Chaos
When she pulls away from me, I look down into her gorgeous light green eyes and see nothing but acceptance and love in them. The more time I spend with her, the more she amazes me. She isn’t uncomfortable with what she just saw. Instead, she understands and is willing to help me forgot about my shitty life.
“I want to show you something,” I whisper.
Serena
I nod my head, knowing that whatever Odin wants to show me is something that he is nervous about. He grabs my hand and walks with me down the hall towards what I can assume is his bedroom.
My eyes take in the very empty wall space. Not a single picture of a piece of artwork is anywhere to be seen. The walls are painted a dated beige that looks faded from years on the walls. His house is so cold, void of any love or care. If I didn’t know any better, you would think this house was abandoned.
Odin opens the door to his bedroom and takes a step back from me to walk in. I step into his room, my eyes scanning over the only room in the home that looks lived in.
The space is nice, especially compared to the rest of the house. A massive king-sized bed takes up most of the space. But there is also a small desk and dresser in the room. The walls are a light grey color, and cream-colored carpet is throughout the room. Posters of motorcycles line his walls. Trophies on wooden shelves. The thing that catches my eye is the three guitars lined up next to the wall. Two acoustics and one electric.
Odin walks past me and picks up one of his guitars, and sits on his bed. He strums a few cords as I walk over to his bed and sit down next to him. He has a cautious smile as he looks into my eyes. His hands stopped moving on the guitar, silence filling up the room.
“When I was younger, I used to get into a lot of trouble. In one of my mom's more lucid moments, she signed me up for a bunch of activities to help keep me distracted. Guitar was the only thing I loved doing.” He starts playing a few notes. “I have never played for anyone before. Not even Zeus or Midas. This was something for just me. A way to express how I felt.” He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Can I play something for you?” His voice is so quiet, unsure. Nothing like the normal loud, boisterous Odin I have grown to love.
I nod my head and turn towards him, waiting for him to play me anything he wants. He looks down at the guitar in his lap.
“Can you turn around?” Nervously, he asks.
I give him a reassuring smile before turning around so my back is to him. I wait on bated breath for him to start. The first notes of Nothing Else Matters by Metallica fill the space. I close my eyes and listen to his skilled fingers move across the strings.
He stumbles with the first few notes, cursing to himself. Nerves are getting the better of him, but the longer he plays, the more fluid it sounds. Soon he plays the notes with such perfection, I would think I was listening to the original.
The song starts slowly, melodic, and it has me captivated. I start to sway as the notes wash over my body. I don’t know the song well, but I have heard it a few times over the years. Then the words start. His voice is deep but smooth like velvet against my skin.
I listen to every lyric. Listening to the meaning behind his choice of this song. It’s not a typical love song, with declarations of passion or anything, but it’s his version of one. Each word he sings in perfect pitch sends goosebumps across my body.
Odin is incredibly talented. His voice is raw, sexy, and hypnotizing. I feel myself in a trance as I close my eyes and listen. The rawness. The feelings. The passion in his playing.
Emotion sweeps through me. I am the first person he has ever played for, and there is something so indescribably special about that. To know that not even Midas or Zeus has seen this side of him is wild to me. They share everything. Secrets aren’t something that they do. Sure, they know he plays, but he never has for them. Something feels wrong about that. The talent he has should be shared, and not just with me.
As the song continues to fill around me, a lone tear falls from my eye. I don’t know why, but it does, making me want to turn around and throw myself at him. To hold him, kiss him, and tell him I feel the same way he does.
I peek at him over my shoulder, not wanting to fully turn around. His head is down, focusing on the guitar in his lap. I watch as his finger masterfully moves across the strings, creating the hauntingly beautiful song.
Now that I have looked, I can’t stop. Watching him play is breathtaking. I have seen many sides to Odin in the short time I have known him, but watching him play his guitar is something entirely different. His strikingly beautiful face shows no emotion, but his eyes say everything he wants to hide. Playing is more than just a hobby for him. It’s an escape. A way to regain control when it feels overwhelming.
It makes me wish I could play. That I could have the same escape he does. I love music, and listen to a wide variety of it, but playing seems so daunting to me. To him, it’s everything. A piece of his soul that he holds close to himself, afraid to lose it. There is a beauty in that, but a sadness too. To love something so much that your biggest fear is it not being loved by others.
“You are incredible.” The words slip from my mouth and are louder than I would have wanted them to be.
Odin stops playing and turns his head to me. A shocked expression on his face as we look into each other's eyes. It breaks my heart that he clearly doesn’t believe what I just said. I close the gap between us and place a chaste kiss on his lips. He places the guitar on his bed, turns towards me, and grabs the back of my head. Pulling me into a soul-binding kiss that I can feel down to my toes.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss between us. His hand falls from the back of my head and grabs my hip in a demanding grip. Not breaking our kiss, he picks me up and straddles me on his lap. I can feel his erection growing beneath me, and a wanton moan breaks free.
I push into him, forcing him to lie down on his bed. My hair falls around us, curtaining us from the rest of the world as our lips move together. My hips start moving, grinding into his rock-hard erection. God, this feels so good, but I need more.
I break the kiss, sit up, and pull my top off. Leaving me only in a white bra. Hunger burns in his eyes as he takes me in. Odin glides his hands up my stomach to my breasts. Kneading them. Pinching my nipples, making me yell out. I clamp a hand over my mouth to suppress the noise, causing him to chuckle.
“No one can hear you, princess, and I want you to make as much noise as you can. I want to hear you scream my name so loud that everyone is town can hear how much you like my cock.” Odin flips us, pinning my body to his bed. “You are mine and I won’t have you being quiet when you are with me.”
His lips descend on mine. His hands reach between us to undo my pants just enough for his fingers to slide under my panties. He languidly trails them between my lips, feeling the wetness that is all from him. A growl of pure masculine satisfaction at how wet I am for him fills my senses, only making me wetter. He coats his finger before trailing it up to my clit.
His movements start slow, gentle, building the desire in me. As I get closer to my release, his movements get faster. Bringing me closer to the edge. My hips start moving, needing more. A dark chuckle leaves him before he gives me what I need. His finger expertly plays with me until I am screaming his name.
“Fuck, princess. I want to hear you like that every day for the rest of my life.” His voice is gravely, like he is trying to hold himself back.
