41. Chapter 41

Alec took my heart and gave me his in its place. Words have never been easy for me, but his were perfect. All Alec.

I can hardly believe he's here, and he loves me. And he's willing to stay as long as he can. I ache for him.

It's been too long, and the farmhouse is too far away. The tool room is the worst place for sex with all the sharp objects. But I have an idea. Logically, I have to set him down to remove our pants, but my arms won't let go.

"We never got the chance to fuck on your bike. That"—I point to an antique motorcycle—"isn't yours, but what do you think?"

"Viking, I will do whatever, whenever, however you want. I'm yours to command."

There are so many sexy things I envision, but one I'm dying for. "Breed me," I say with uncontrollable lust.

"Are you sure? I don't have my medical results handy this second." Alec bites his lip, adorably uncertain, but throws his coat on the floor and toes off his boots.

"Alec, I have never been more sure of anything. I trust you. I saw your negative results before and if you tell me that it"s unchanged, I believe you. It's been in my dreams since you explained every sexy detail." I cup his face and pour my soul into kissing him.

"Our wet clothes are fucking cock-blocking bastards."

I grab a clean rag to wipe off our hands, then strip off my wet pants. It's too cold for sex in the barn, but I need Alec in me now.

Our dicks do not react well when the cold air hits them. He breaks my hold and sinks to his knees to warm mine up. I pull him up and carry him to the bike, then set him down with his back to the handlebars. He's tall enough that if the bike tips, he can stand and steady it.

He licks and sucks my neck and nipples. When he bites one nipple and pinches the other, the sensations go straight to my cock.

"Tell me this isn't a goodbye fuck. Tell me it's the start of something." His gorgeous brown eyes are pleading and searching my face.

His words didn't solve any of the problems looming over us, but I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I don't try. "I'm not letting you go without a fight."

His face lights up brighter than the sun and his mouth crashes on mine. Keeping our mouths fused together, I clutch his ass keeping us close.

Alec laid his heart out for me and I want this man in my life now and forever. For eternity. My sculpture isn't a hollow gesture. It's my heart reaching out and his is finally reaching back. There's the temptation to hold back, to protect myself from further heartbreak, but when he said we can't choose how our hearts get broken, only who, that's it for me. If I only get to keep him for a little longer, he has to be the one who breaks my heart, no one else. Only ever him.

"Less talking, more naked." My words are reflected back with carnal lust.

Alec still has his undershirt on, which would be understandable in the cold, but the wet clings to him, causing shivers. "Not yet." He holds firm to the shirt, lifting it inches to expose his dick. Maybe the shivers are my doing.

"Viking, there are so, so many things I'm going to do to you. I can't wait but then I'll take my time and do this right in a bed. Let me get inside you now, so you can ride me like you promised. Once we find a bed, we're not stopping until we see stars."

Words fail me, but my body is ready and willing.

"Fuuuuuck! We don't have any lube." Alec closes his eyes.

"You said whenever, however, and some-other-ever. This is it. You won't hurt me. I'm not breakable."

Alec shoves two fingers into my mouth, wetting them thoroughly. He isn't soft or gentle.

His fingers stroke my rim.

An impatient growl erupts as I try to impale myself on his fingers, feeling if he takes it slow, I'll crack into a million pieces.

"I'm selfish. I'm taking your ass again, so I don't want you to be sore." His other hand roams my body, memorizing it.

"Claim me, so every time I move, I feel where you were inside me," I beg.

He loses control, shoves two fingers in, and the stretch and burn are heaven. I'm too impatient for him to take his time working me open. As much as I love his fingers, his cock is my goal. I shift back and curl my torso to take his length in my mouth.

I've missed his taste. Salty sunshine. I conjure my saliva, coating his dick.

"Take me." I pull off him, my voice low and commanding.

Alec's fingers leave me, and I line myself up over his head. He isn't moving, so I force my body down on his, taking him balls deep in one motion. The sting takes my breath away, but the relief of being with Alec outweighs everything.

"Viking," Alec groans, throwing his head back, bringing it forward again to look me in the eye. "I'm inking you." Alec's eyes smolder, taking in the expanse of my skin.

"Yes," I answer immediately. It doesn't matter what he puts on my skin, I need him to mark me permanently.

I yell his name, my hips arcing up and my hands bracing on the seat of the bike. I'm already on edge and my body takes over, caught between needing to fuck as fast and furious as we can and drawing this out to make it last.

The storm drowns out the sound of our bodies slapping together. The angle makes it hard for him to thrust, so my legs control the force of the thrust, and I can't slow down. I'm a demon possessed riding him. Alec surrenders completely to my pace.

"I need to feel you come on my cock." Alec strokes me with a calloused hand and it takes me over the edge faster than a lightning strike.

"That's it, k?rlek. Give me all your cum. Paint me with it." He used the Swedish word for love and the love shining in Alec's eyes wrings more out of me. I'm living in a dream with the way he's looking at me. As if I'm the only one who can give him what he needs.

"I love you, Alec, mitt liv." My words throw Alec over the edge. His entire body seizes and convulses with the strength of his orgasm.

His cum fills me and I reach out, my palm closing around the back of his neck, and haul his lips to mine.

I'm his.

He's marking me.

Forever.

Alec leans in, licking my abs while his fingers scoop the cum from his body into his mouth. When he's satisfied, he leans back. "Your turn." He kneads my ass cheeks and says, "When you lift off, you're going to squeeze your pretty little hole so I can watch my cum leak out of you."

My dick jumps, rallying at the words that melt my brain. I will never get used to his dirty talk, but I love it.

Obeying his demand, I swing off the bike and face away from him, widening my legs to give him a better view.

His breathing hitches and I hear him get off the bike. A yelp startles out of me when his tongue laps at my inner thigh.

"Alec, I haven't–—"

"Don't care." His arms cage me. "Don't move."

"Viking, you have the sexiest ass leaking my cum." His thumbs part me as he murmurs, "Min k?rlek." Alec is the only thing holding me up. His words threaten to break me.

"I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you." Alec inhales deeply, clinging to me. "I hate myself for what I did to you."

I pull him closer until our skin presses together, never to be parted, as long as I have any control over it. Words won't take away the guilt, but loving him will help, so I hold him. I'm never letting go.

On the way back to the house, Alec slows his stride and since our hands are linked, I slow too.

"There's a couple, maybe a few things to tell you…show you. Do you want to see your workshop?" Alec flushes and pats his pocket, looking for his antacids.

"What did you do?" I halt and press my forehead to his, comforting his worry.

"You should just see it for yourself." Alec steps around me to open the door.

When I step inside, I'm speechless. Again.

It's no wonder I never saw Alec. He's been a miracle worker in his free time. The tools are sorted into piles based on usability and garbage, the scorched walls have been painted, and my workbench is reassembled.

"You have the option to create, but no pressure. It doesn't matter if you never create art again, you can use the space for something else. Please let me repair the reminder of what I did to you." Alec shoves his hands in his pockets, eyes on the floor.

My heart aches for my man."?lskling, you didn't need to do this. You aren't responsible for my mess," I say, hugging him.

He smells like rain, sweat, and my sunshine. I have the urge to rub my body against his, branding his smell on me. I settle for rubbing my cheek against his hair.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't tried to sell Evighet, you would be sculpting in here." Alec's voice is hoarse. He's picked up a lot of Swedish in the last week and his effort humbles me.

We stay locked in our embrace as if we both feel the clock ticking down the time until we won't be able to touch each other.

I separate us so I can look him in the eye and he can see the truth in my words. "I don't want to create art here–—"

"I can't be responsible for taking away your passion," Alec cuts me off. "Please, Viking. I've watched you work. You love it. Even if you never sell another piece. Please don't give it up."

I kiss him, ingesting his pain, replacing it with my love. The explanation is not simple.

Alec opens his mouth to protest, but I fuse our lips to shut him up and because he tastes so damn good.

"I'm not giving up art, but I need to figure out how to incorporate it into my life. Am I going to make it my job and risk hating it like fotboll? Am I going to make a few pieces to sell so I only work when I am inspired? I don't know yet."

Alec tilts his head up so our lips brush together. "But while you figure it out, you'll have a place to create if inspiration strikes." His lips move against mine as he speaks so we're breathing each other's air.

This man has my whole heart.