Page 37 of The Viking Blues

“You’re pampering me,” she whispered when he started kissing a trail between her breasts and over her stomach.

He lifted his gaze to hers and she drowned in the lust she saw there, dark and heated and necessary. She hoped he saw in her eyes how much she wanted him too. How much she craved him. “Anything for my queen,” he breathed, then lowered his mouth and licked her cunt like it was his most favourite thing to do.

There was no other way to describe Oliver’s level of enthusiasm for the act.

He was a pussy eating god.

And it didn’t take long to make her scream his name.

Ollie awoke with a jolt. Someone was banging on his bedroom door.

“Ollie? Did you hear me? They’re here.”

Mia shifted beside him, wrapped her arm tighter around him and snuggled down in the bedding. He gave her a shake. “Wake up, love. We have guests.”

Her only response was to groan and burrow deeper into his side. “It’s Sunday. It’s sleep-in day.”

“What happened to ‘I’m an army brat, I like getting up at dawn’?”

“I never said I liked it,” she grumbled. “Besides, you wore me out again with all the pussy eating and the orgasms.”

“And you wore me out with that thing you did that I cannot wait for you to do again, but sweetling, we have visitors. We have to get up.”

“Do we have to wear pants?”

“Unless you want to explain to Charlie why you’re not wearing pants, then yes, you have to wear pants.”

“Ugh. Charlie? Why?”

“Did I mention that Charlie is an architect who specialises in renovating and modernising old Queenslanders?”

Mia threw him a dirty look. “Must have slipped your mind.”

They climbed out of the bed and found enough clothing to cover themselves. Mia for the quick trip to the room next door, Ollie for the bathroom.

Grabbing her hand, he tugged her closer. “He’s not as annoying as he used to be,” he said, placing a quick kiss on her forehead. “I promise.”

But she didn’t look convinced as she slipped out of his room and disappeared. And just in time too, because two gangly teenage girls came bursting through his door and tackled him to the bed.

“Uncle Ollie!”

“Good morning, miladies. I didn’t know you two were coming up today.” If he had, he would have locked his door and swept the room to make sure it was PG13 before allowing them access. As it was he was pretty sure there was nothing of an overtly adult nature lying about.

“Dad promised to take us out for milkshakes,” Josie said.

“And we wanted to see if Jane had exploded yet,” Diana, the more morbid of the two girls, added as she mimed an alien bursting from her stomach.

Next to appear in his doorway was their father, his brother, Charlie. “Why are you still in bed, man? Late night?”

“Something like that.” Then he raised his eyebrows at his brother in a suggestive manner, silently pleading with him for help.

Charlie grinned and Ollie knew he’d be paying for it later. “All right, girls. Give your poor ol’ uncle Ollie some space so he can have a shower and get dressed.”

The twins start complaining, until their father threatened to cancel their milkshake date. “Fine,” they conceded together, then left with Charlie.

On his way to the bathroom, Ollie knocked on Mia’s door, but she didn’t answer.

Because she was already in the bathroom, standing in the shower, about to turn it on.

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