30. Viggo
VIGGO
Ibrought the crib to Dexter’s house and assembled it while he was at work. I made sure it was perfect. Each slat was evenly spaced, the mattress fit snugly, and I’d even built two drawers for storage underneath. I’d also made a rocking chair. He’d said he was going to buy one, but…mine was better.
I uncorked a bottle of Pinot Noir, poured two glasses, and waited.
Dex grinned as he sauntered into the kitchen, unzipping his jacket and toeing off his shoes. “God, it’s good to be home. The only better greeting would be you in an apron…and nothing else.”
I treated him to a deadpan glare, hating that I couldn’t hold the expression for long. “C’mon. Take a sip of your wine if you want, but leave the glass here. I have something for you to see.”
I moved ahead of him, but at the top of the landing, I motioned for Dex to go first.
He opened the door to the nursery and stopped in his tracks. “Viggo…holy fuck.”
I stepped around him, my arms crossed, a growly look on my face. I knew he’d like it, but I wanted to be sure.
“You should sit. Be sure it’s okay for you,” I said, aware that my accent was coming through loud and clear.
Dex studied the crib, his gaze taking in every detail before he zeroed back to the rocking chair beside it. “You made this?”
“I didn’t buy it in Pinecrest…or from IKEA.”
His laughter came out in a sob as he took in the room, probably imagining how it would feel to bring his son or daughter here for the first time.
I’d attached the star, moon, and unicorn mobile he’d purchased months ago to the crib and had taken the plastic cover off the mattress.
There hadn’t been enough time to wash linens, but I figured Dex would want to do that himself.
The dresser and changing table were in place with a stack of the smallest diapers I’d ever seen in my life at the ready.
New books joined the few he’d already collected, as well as the animal figures I’d carved and painted.
I picked up the lion. “I used a lightweight wood and nontoxic paint. These are safe for your baby to play with when they’re older…or to gnaw on if they’re teething. And the chair is—”
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Did you hide this? You must have. I was going to buy one, but this is…Viggo, it’s amazing.”
I nodded. “I know. I’m very good at woodworking.”
He smacked my arm and fell into the chair, rocking slowly, his eyes bright and shiny. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I ordered a cushion in a soft gray to match the bedding, too. If you want me to change anything, I can do that. But let me know soon, and I’ll take care of it before I go.”
Dex snapped out of his dreamlike reverie. “Go where?”
“Sweden. For the holidays.”
He opened and closed his mouth…once, twice. “Sweden?”
“I think so. For a little while.” I rubbed my palms and stepped into the hall. “Are you hungry? I can make us something to eat.”
“No, I—you’ll be here, right? When the baby comes?”
“I promised, so—yes.”
Dex frowned. “Viggo?”
“Hey…c’mere.” I pulled him into my arms and kissed his temple. “You’re going to be an amazing dad. You won’t need me.”
He stiffened and slowly pushed away. “That’s not true.”
“Dex…”
“Do you think there’s a way we can still…”
I squinted as if staring at something in the distance. “I don’t think so. Complicated, remember?”
His Adam’s apple slid theatrically in his throat. “Yeah.”
I set a hand over his neck and licked his lips. “Shh. It’s going to be okay. We still have time. Kiss me, ?lskling.”
We made out against the wall in a desperate tangle of tongues as if we could shut out any hint of sadness with something infinitely more pleasant.
Passionate kisses gave way to something more sensual. I bent my knees and pressed my cock against his, grinding madly as I slipped my hand into his briefs to cup his perfect ass. I wanted to get closer, and there were just too many layers in between.
Dex pulled away, panting. “My room.”
We stripped along the way, and soon were naked in his bed—Dex’s mouth on my cock, my fingers in his hole. He begged for more. And more. But he stopped me as I reached for a condom.
“You want to fuck me?” I asked, furrowing my brow. We hadn’t tried that yet. It wasn’t my preference, but I’d do it…for Dex.
“Maybe another time, but no…I want you. I just…no condom. I haven’t been with anyone but you in months and I test regularly and God, I want to feel you.”
Oh. Fuck.
I tossed the condom aside and pounced, sealing our mouths hungrily.
He held his legs open as I guided my cock to his entrance and pushed.
It was glorious. Beautiful. The kind of beauty that rocked worlds and changed landscapes.
I moved slowly as if this were a new fragile thing.
I savored his tight body with every push and pull, every thrust, every brush of his lips, and every sigh till we reached a point of no return.
Dex came first, but I was right behind him, roaring like a beast, spilling cum inside him.
To be honest, I was a little shaken in the aftermath…with good reason. It was so obvious now. This wasn’t just sex, and Dex wasn’t just a short-term fling I’d forget within a few months.
Though I’d never admitted it, he was everything I’d ever wanted…at the wrong time.