CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Erin took a quick shower while Stieg took his goat for a walk. Because that’s what modern-day Vikings do apparently. Walk their goats.
By the time Stieg got back, Erin was on his couch, wearing one of his ridiculously big tank tops and watching one of her favorite movies on cable.
Stieg stood behind the couch, staring at the TV until he asked, “What is this?”
“The greatest movie ever made.”
“Citizen Kane?” She looked at him over her shoulder and he added, “I like that movie.”
“No. This is not Citizen Kane. This is Beyond the Valley of the Dolls.”
“You’re not serious.”
“This movie has everything. Sex, drugs, rock and roll, bad acting. I mean really bad acting. It’s brilliant.”
“I find your taste disturbing.”
“Yeah. You and everybody else. But you people just don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
“True art.”
Stieg rolled his eyes and walked to the bathroom. Erin had turned back to the TV when Stieg’s dirty shirt covered her head.
She squealed and yanked it off. “Not cool, dude! I just washed that damn Mara blood out of my hair!”
Scrunching up her nose, she tossed the shirt to the floor and went back to her show. She could hear the shower go on in the bathroom while Hilda got on the couch with her. Erin reached over and petted the animal until a pair of filthy jeans hit her in the head. Quickly followed by the man’s nasty drawers!
“I’m gonna kill him,” she snapped, throwing his dirty clothes aside. She jumped off the couch in time to see a naked Stieg slam the bathroom door in her face.
She marched over and tried to knob. He’d locked it, so she banged on it. “Open this door, mister.”
When she didn’t get an answer, she looked over at the couch. Hilda’s chin rested on the back as she watched the goofiness before her.
Erin pointed at the door. “Do it, Hilda.”
Happily, Hilda leaped off the couch, charged across the room, and rammed her head into the bathroom door.
“Hey!” Stieg barked from the other side.
“I’ll let her take it down!” Erin warned.
Stieg snatched the door open. “Keep my goat out of your tantrums—Hey! Cut it out!”
Erin had launched herself at Stieg, wrapping her legs around his chest and her arms around his head.
“What are you doing?”
“Wrestling you to the ground.” She heard Stieg snort and then she was upside down, held only by her ankle. “Put me down!”
He didn’t. He just walked over to his shower and got in with her in tow.
“Dammit, Engstrom! I just took a shower!”
“Not with me, you didn’t.” He flipped her up, yanking the tank top off her body and pushing her against the far shower wall. He pinned her there, his mouth landing on hers, his tongue pushing its way inside. Invading her mouth while his hands invaded her body.
Big hands palmed her breasts before moving lower, fingers sliding inside her pussy.
He didn’t stay too long anywhere. He was just teasing her. Torturing her. Erin’s laughing curses and promises of cruel retribution turned into groans and gasps.
Finally, while he sucked on her nipples and his fingers thrust inside her, she felt an orgasm tearing up her spine and . . .
Shocked, Erin opened her eyes and stared up at the Viking. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded. She’d been so close. She was still so close. Just a little more . . .
Stieg held out a bar of soap. “Wash me first.”
Despite her painfully hard nipples and empty pussy, Erin still managed to laugh. “Are you kidding?”
He stepped close, the heat of his body competing with the heat of the water from the showerhead. “You want me inside you? Fucking you? Then wash me first.” When her lip curled and she snarled, he added, “You wouldn’t want me to fuck you while still covered in Mara blood, now would you?”
She hated him. She hated him. She hated him!
Because she wanted him. Had to have him!
Erin snatched the bar of soap from him and began scrubbing him to get the Mara blood off his skin. Stieg picked up the shampoo and took care of his hair.
As she moved down his body, she saw how hard he was. So as she crouched in front of him, she made sure to nudge his cock with her nose.
Stieg froze for a moment, but then went back to washing his hair, pretending not to notice.
But they both knew he’d noticed.
Erin washed his legs since Mara blood had managed to get under his jeans—she didn’t know how, and she didn’t want to know how—and as she did, she made sure to constantly bump into that thing.
It wasn’t hard to do. It was like a goddamn elephant trunk in her way. She wondered if he could pick up things with it.
When she knew he was clean, she started to stand back up, but stopped to suck the head of his cock into her mouth.
Stieg was just washing the conditioner out of his hair and he almost lost his footing, his loud, surprised groan filling the room.
Erin circled the head with her tongue, sucked again, then deep-throated the entire thing.
Stieg went to grab the back of her head, and that’s when Erin pulled away and stood.
She daintily wiped the corners of her mouth with her index finger before lowering her head and lifting her eyes to gaze up at Stieg.
“You dirty little—”
“Ah-ah-ah,” she cut in, waving her index finger in his face. “If you want to be inside me, fucking me,” she taunted, “then be nice to me.”
Stieg took in a breath, his hands pushing his wet hair off his face, and Erin knew at that moment, she might have played the game a little too hard, you know, with a Viking.
She made a run for it.
But he was right behind her, his arm snaking around her waist and locking her against his body before she even made it out of the bathroom.
“Uh-oh,” she muttered when she knew she was caught.
Stieg held onto Erin like his life depended on it. He felt like it did. “Evil little tease,” he growled as he carried her across the room.
“Let’s discuss this like adults,” she offered.
“Shut up.”
He stopped in the kitchen and dumped the shopping bag of items he’d gotten from Mr. Matucka’s store onto the counter. He’d put the ice cream away in the freezer before Erin hit the shower, but the rest was still in the bag.
Stieg grabbed the box of condoms he’d purchased because he couldn’t remember how many he had left in his bedroom end table.
He started to carry Erin to the bathroom, but that seemed so far away. Stieg spotted the couch and walked the few steps over to it.
Hilda was sitting on it and he gave her a short snarl that had the goat high-tailing it into the bathroom. She even shut the door with a kick of her back legs.
“You are even freaking out the goat!” Erin said, squirming in his arms. But that squirming was not helping her. It was just making him hotter and harder.
He bent her over the back of the couch and pushed her legs apart with his knee.
“Dude!” Erin gasped, still trying to get away. “I’m not some peasant girl you just found hiding in the stables of the family farm!”
Deciding she talked too much, Stieg slapped her ass. Kinda hard, too.
Erin froze in midcomplaint. “Did you . . . did you just slap my ass?”
In answer, he slapped the other cheek.
“Stieg Engstrom!”
He had the condom on and before she could wiggle away, Stieg gripped her thighs and pulled her back while he thrust forward.
“You asshole! When I get free, I’m going to—oh, God! That feels good.” She was right. It did feel good. It felt amazing.
Even better, Stieg didn’t need to worry about how much Erin Amsel could handle. The woman could handle anything he was ready to give her. He thrust in hard and she pushed back against him, her hands pressed against the couch cushions, giving her a little bit of leverage since her feet didn’t even touch the floor. Her pussy gripped him like a vise and, even better, she still taunted him.
With a toss of her wet red hair, she looked over her shoulder. “Show me how hard you can fuck me, Stieg. Show me. Fuck me!”
So he did. He fucked her as hard as he wanted and Erin did nothing but beg for more.
With each hard thrust, she groaned or growled. Sometimes she just said “yes” over and over.
While she balanced on one hand, she used the other to grip her own breast, her fingers toying with her nipple. She was so hot and wet, he couldn’t believe how turned on she was.
How turned on he was!
He couldn’t even think straight. He just knew one thing and one thing only. He had to get her off before he got off.
It was imperative.
Stieg stopped thrusting, holding her ass tight against his crotch.
“Why did you stop?” she demanded. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He reached around and slid two fingers down until he found her clit. He circled it with the tips, focused on nothing but Erin’s reaction.
At first, she squirmed, wanting him to keep fucking her. But then her eyes closed, her head dropped, and her entire body tensed.
Stieg gripped her clit between his two fingers and stroked it until Erin began to shake, her moans becoming louder, the top of her head resting on the couch cushion.
Her toes curled and she gasped and growled into the couch as she came, flooding his fingers and hand with her wetness.
When she finally reached back to move his hand away, unable to take anymore, he gripped her upper thighs again and began fucking her hard. Harder than he’d ever fucked anyone before.
He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to bury himself as deep inside her as he could. Wanted to make her his own. He knew it as soon as he came, his entire body lost to the release.
When he was done, his body drained dry, he lifted a limp Erin Amsel with an arm around her waist and, with his cock still inside her, walked her to his bedroom.
They dropped on the bed, still fused together, neither ready to move, and sort of passed out that way. Both too exhausted to bother un-attaching.