A Nordic King(104)

“You’re a very wise girl,” Maja says. “Welcome to the family.”

We all clink our glasses together and I hold Aurora’s deep brown eyes as she has a sip.

Welcome to the family, I think. Welcome to our brand-new life.

“So, now that this has happened,” I tell them, “now that Aurora will be permanently part of our lives, I think perhaps tomorrow we should visit mother. All of us.”

Stella nods. “I have a flight out in the afternoon, I could do the morning.” She looks to Maja. “What do you think? Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“It’s a nice idea, above anything,” Maja says. “I’ll call up the nurses in the morning and see how she is. But if it doesn’t work out, then we’ll try again.” She puts her hand on my arm. “I know you think your mother doesn’t know you’re there or doesn’t care, but I promise you, the more you visit, the better it will get. For you. She can feel love, even if she doesn’t know who you are, but for you, it’s never too late to start rebuilding a relationship. And if you can start with Aurora by your side, I think that will make all the difference.”

I nod, finishing the rest of my glass, letting it go to my heart. In this world of second chances, I owe it to my mother and myself to give our relationship another one.

Suddenly, the squeal of a pig interrupts us, and Maja lets out a scoff as Stella jumps, nearly spilling her champagne.

“I’m going to go check on the girls,” Maja says and when Aurora moves to do it, Maja puts her hand out to stop her. “You and Aksel need some alone time to process everything.” She jerks her head to the door. “Come on Stella, help me round up these monsters.”

They leave the room and I turn to Aurora, wrapping my hands around her waist. “You hear that? We need some alone time.”

Aurora grins, that smile still trying to bring me to my knees. “I could always use some alone time with you.”

I lean in and kiss her softly, gently at first, then as her mouth opens to mine, warm and lush, I feel an overpowering urge come over me, my hands tightening around her back and pulling her against me. “Come on,” I whisper against her lips. “Let’s go consummate this engagement.”

She nibbles on my lower lip, gently tugging. “I’m not sure that’s how it works.”

“It works when you’re trying to make a baby,” I remind her. “Tick tock.”

She pulls back and smacks me against the chest. “Speak for yourself, old man!” she sneers. “I’m the young and fertile one here.”

“Well then I don’t have a lot of time to spare to do I?” I say, clutching my heart. “This old ticker might give out at any moment.”

She shakes her head in amusement and laughs. “You are such a dork; did you know that about yourself? From King Asshole to King Dork.”

I grab her arm. “How about King Fuck Your Brains Out?”

Before she can protest, I pull her out of the living room and up the stairs to my—our—bedroom.

I shut the door behind us, lock it, then proceed to get naked.

“Wow,” she says, watching as I strip, her eyes lingering on my cock, hard and ready to go. “You really are wasting no time.”

“Pretty spry for an old guy,” I say, motioning for her to take her clothes off. I’d do it myself, but I have a bad habit of tearing things, especially those pretty little blouses of hers.

“I think you just made a pun about an Offspring song and you have no idea,” she says, letting out a laugh.

“I have ideas. Get fucking naked.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

She steps out of her pants, throws off her shirt, in seconds flat, then slowly undoes her lace bra and panties, tossing them aside with flourish.

I take a good long minute to drink her all in.

Aurora has a beautiful body. Curvy hips, gorgeous tits, skin like cream. A body I know better than my own. I’ve touched and licked and tasted every part of her until her skin has imprinted on my heart. I can’t stop wanting her. I can’t believe my luck.

She gives me a sly little smile, her eyes dancing eagerly and then gets on the bed.

I follow, prowling over her until I’m between her lush legs and she’s staring up at me with those big brown eyes. I reach over and brush a strand of her silky hair off her face, cupping her jaw as I stare into her eyes. I feel like I can see her whole heart in them.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be my wife, my queen,” I manage to say, feeling as if I’m about to be sideswiped at any minute by today’s emotions.

She gazes at me through her long dark lashes, and I feel the heat in my chest intensify. Her usually saucy expression is softening, and her sudden tenderness is utterly disarming.

Then her trademark cheeky grin emerges, and she reaches down, her palm sliding flat along my stomach until she grips the edge of my cock, hard and rigid as a cement bar.

“Don’t forget the future mother of your children,” she says.

God, help me. The urge to come inside her already, to plant my seed, to give her a baby, is thoroughly intoxicating. With her hand gripped expertly around my cock, my eyes nearly roll back in my head.

“There’s no forgetting,” I manage to say, the raw lust and need starting to build inside me. My fingers press harder into her jaw as I lean in and kiss her, capturing her mouth against mine, my tongue dancing with hers, stoking the fire.