Page 72 of Royally Drawn

“There is ahyttaout here—a tiny cabin—and it’s all ours if I can get to it,” I explained.

Ahyttawas a small, primitive cabin that often lacked simple amenities beyond an outhouse and wood stove.

“How do you know that?”

“We often sailed here with Dad and Peder when we were babies.Then, as teens, we’d come out here on our own. Mormor owned it. It’s very barebones, but it’s there. We’d sometimes stay the night telling ghost stories. It’s been in the family for a few generations.”

“Cute,” Ingrid said, still sounding slightly concerned.

I held her hand as we marched another five minutes up a hill to a clearing where the sun peeked through. The little wooden house with bright red shutters was a welcome sight.

“It is adorable. How do we get in? Do you have a key?”

“One sec.”

I rounded the far side of the house, digging under a set of stones the twins had painted when they were toddlers, and pulled out the key.

“Look at you. You trust people this much out here?”

“Meh. There’s nothing to steal,” I said. “It’s not a big deal. And you know Norwegians mind their own business. If they broke in, they’d leave it better than they found it.”

She snickered. I jiggled the door handle and pushed into it. The humidity sometimes made it stick, but it popped open. We entered the tiny living room with one couch and an old chair. The place had no electricity or gas—just a stone hearth and a portable stove you could toss out back. There was a toilet, but that was it.

“It’s sparse,” I said. “But it’s private, and I don’t know how much I will see of you.”

“It’s sweet,” Ingrid said.

I pulled her in, kissing her irresistible lips like it had been ages. Every time I kissed her, I needed more of her. She was utterly addictive. Ingrid wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning her hips into mine. She bit my lip playfully. Kissing too deeply did draw some pain, but it was well worth it for the pleasure she’d give. She’d scream my name, and it would fade into the ether.

“You’re going to fuck me here—while everyone is just down the hill?” Ingrid asked.

“If you want to—only if you do, baby.”

“I could be bad and do it. Why not? We’re in the middle of nowhere, right?”

“No one is coming to get us. We can’t stay too long, though.”

“Well, then, why are you wasting time talking?”

I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I tugged on her leggings, desperate to have her. But there was a problem.

“Bugger! I don’t have a condom,” I said. “Fuck!”

“That’s okay,” Ingrid said. “I have a better idea.”

“Yes?”

Ingrid sat up. “For the multitude of orgasms you gave me last weekend, I’d like to repay some of it with interest.”

“Oh?” I was intrigued.

She climbed off the couch, descending onto her knees, now staring at me. This was an unexpected treat. I hoped she was about to do what I anticipated she was hinting at.

“Can I?” Ingrid asked, playing with my belt buckle.

“Uh… be my guest,” I said.

She unbuckled my trousers and unzipped them. The angle wasn’t good, so I decided to stand.

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