43. Chapter 43

We hear a creaking sound and Von tilts his head to listen.

It gives me a minute to notice how lumpy the king-sized bed is with outdated well-worn sheets and blanket. The pillows are misshapen blobs. There are two oak dressers, one low with a small mirror and the other taller. There are braided throw rugs on the floor, a wooden rocking chair in the corner, and an ugly six-foot framed mirror in the other corner. Pure, old-fashioned farmhouse.

"Old house," Von mutters and brings his attention back to me.

"Please choke me with your cock." I moan to work him up.

Swedish curse words sound erotic spewing out of his mouth, and I lick my lips in anticipation. An all-consuming desire to be full of his cum and fill him with mine.

He rises above me, and I lean up to taste his leaking pre-cum. His flavor explodes on my tongue and the lust I've repressed since he left comes roaring to the surface, not nearly sated from the barn. My arms band around his ass to pull him into my throat as I flatten myself on the bed. I choke myself and fight to keep him inside me, even though it's hard to breathe.

"?lskling, we have the rest of our lives. Don't pass out before we get started." Von's fingers trail from my hairline to the back of my neck and I release my hold. He pumps in and out of my mouth. "I'll give you whatever you want."

"Fuck me," I beg, but Von's response is odd.

"I have a present for you if you want it now?" Von sits up.

"Now?" There's no gift worth stopping sex for, but then I remember the gift I packed for him. "I have one too."

"Should we exchange now?" Von's assessing eyes try to figure out if we're on the same page.

"I'm not going out in the rain to get my gift from the bunkhouse." I assume we have similar gifts, and I'm impatient to see what he has for me.

"I've been waiting to see you in my gift."

My cock jumps, knowing I'm right. He bought me something to wear and I'll do anything to prove to him that I'm all in. I'll wear a necklace like Shane that attaches to a leash, or a hood over my face if he's feeling angry, or a cock cage if he's feeling mean.

"Baby, whatever you have, I'm yours."

Von melts at my words and gets up to rummage through his suitcase in the corner. He hasn't unpacked. He's been here for weeks, living as if this is temporary. My heart leaps at that thought. He's telling the truth. He's not staying here with long-term goals.

He pulls me off the bed and in front of the old-fashioned mirror and tilts it to the right angle for us.

"Close your eyes," Von instructs as his fingers skim my waist and our eyes lock in the mirror. "I'd like you to start off soft as well."

"Well, we can't always get what we want. You're touching me and staring at me with fuck-me eyes, so only an act of God will kill my hard-on."

My stubborn man nods and begins to unwrap a box. "You'll have to meet my mother." His voice is conversational, but my stomach crashes to the floor and my hard-on loses its strength. He tips his chin at me in the mirror. "I told you to close your eyes."

I obey but am off-kilter in danger of falling over or through the floor or into another dimension. Bringing up his mother is a well-played boner killer. My cock isn't totally soft yet, but his mother's given an interview proclaiming I'm not the object of her son's affection, insisting he'll marry a Swede and...oh fuck.

Von taps one leg as a signal for me to lift it so he can dress me. "You know, we never really discussed details of having kids. Do you want them?"

Yup, now my erection has not only deflated, my balls are retreating into my body in protest as if he's asking them to give him a sperm sample right now to produce a wrinkly, wailing, tiny version of me. The world does not need that. I, in fact, don't want that—ever.

What if kids are a deal breaker? My heart wants to gallop away but freezes like a block of ice. I came all this way, figured my shit out, by some miracle got Von to forgive me and tell me he loves me, only for it to go up in flames over children. Everything in me is screaming to fall to his feet and confess and hope it's not the end.

Von taps my other leg, and I distract myself with the silky material. He loves me in soft, sexy underwear.

The silk gliding up my legs feels incredible. He must've spent a fortune.

"K?rlek, you're hyperventilating. Are you okay?" His fingers trace the contours of my ass. My eyelids lift, but he makes a shushing noise and whispers, "Keep them closed a minute longer."

His body rises from the floor and that's when I notice nothing is covering my cock and balls. The material floats on my hips. My mind searches for a mental picture but comes up empty, still stuck on the possible demise of our relationship. I refuse to walk away from the best person in my life. With my mind made up, I fill my lungs with air and let my body sag against his. I'll follow wherever he leads, no matter what. We are meant to be together. He's mine and I'm his.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. I knew you'd be stunning, but min k?rlek, I can barely breathe at the sight of you. This is just for us. Only us. The two of us together…forever."

I'm nodding so hard my neck might fly off my shoulders, but he's saying exactly what I'm thinking, and it"s only right that I do everything in my power to stay with this man who has taught me how forever love feels.

Alec's panic echoes through my body, but he's recovering. As expected, bringing up my mother and children causes his dick to deflate like a balloon losing air. I hope he forgives me for purposely causing him to go soft. The visual should be worth it.

"Open your eyes," I say with my mouth against his ear, bringing a delicious shiver up his spine with goosebumps popping up on his arms.

My love hesitates, eyelids fluttering as if he's unsure. "You are a vision, k?rlek. I'm hoping we're on what you Americans call the same page, and we will be the fabulous childless couple who are the envy of all our friends."

Alec's eyes pop open, wide as saucers, meeting mine in the mirror. He's elated and possibly shocked, not focused on the gorgeous material covering his glorious body.

"You did that on purpose." He laughs, reaching around to pinch my bare ass. "If I didn't love you so much, I'd call you terrible, vile words right now."

I watch myself nod solemnly with my head on his shoulder. "Look down."

Alec's breath catches as he takes in the blood-red mulberry silk skirt that I special ordered for him. It's stunning, hanging from his hips to the middle of his thighs.

"It's the color of my heart." My fingertips glide along the sides of the fabric where he can see them. "I'm addicted to the powerful feel of your body when it's covered in silk. Seeing your strength." I pull the fabric to the side to highlight his thigh muscles. "Watching you get hard and showing me your lust."

Alec's cock, ready to be the star of the show, plumps up.

It lifts the material, displaying the ridge of his head and veins.

"It's obscene." Alec's cock jumps as my fingers inch closer. His eyes flick to mine.

The material hugs his skin, and the sight is more erotic than I imagined.

"Intoxicating." Watching the material strain from his erection, I press mine into the crevice of his silky ass. "Explain the sensations." I'm eager for every detail.

A wet spot appears where his tip juts into the skirt. "The silk is heaven, so supple. It makes my leg hairs sensitive, waking up all my nerve endings. The material's a cock tease, revving me up. It's weird but sexy to feel the air on my balls. Words aren't enough to do it justice."

Lifting my fingers to Alec's mouth, he immediately opens, sucking them. When I withdraw them, I use my other hand to expose his ass and press the wet fingers to his rim. "You are mine." His pulse jumps and I suck his neck, feeling the blood surge through his body.

The wet spot on the skirt is widening and Alec pushes back on my fingers.

"Viking, fuck me. I can't wait another minute. Breed me." He moans.

"Soon, ?lskling." My dick thumps his thigh.

"I need it, hj?rtansk?r." Alec's pleading, and my body trembles with his term of affection––heart's love. "Claim me. Mark me." He rolls his hips, grabbing my ass and trapping my hand between us. "No one else makes me feel as good as you do. You make me feel like I matter. It almost feels selfish to demand that much pleasure."

I splay my hand on his abs, stroking so one side of the skirt dips, exposing the tattoo for eternal love. "You are the least selfish person I've met and the most important person in my life. I will always give you what you want."

The moment of silence stretches between us, unspoken words committing ourselves to each other, pledging our love with our eyes.

"Hands on the frame," I whisper firmly.