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“Yes! Of course, yes, I-I feel the same. You just seem so dedicated to the band, and the tour and all that. I couldn’t see how we could work, but I was being the idiot my parents raised, well screw that, no screw giving up because things might get difficult. That has never been me and never will be. At least not again. I’m yours, totally and completely.”
“I really wish I could hug you right now.”
“That might be a bit of a challenge,” I said, smiling as the baby started to kick.
“Oh, why is that?”
“I, er, have a surprise for you. I really hope you like it.”
Rolling away from the desk, I stood up before the camera, showing my very pregnant belly.
“She’s yours,” I said, wiping away tears of joy as I returned to my chair.
“How long?” he asked in shock.
“Oh, about six months.”
“Is that why you didn’t come to the gig?”
“Partly, I also thought it would be better to make a clean break. Remember the bit about the idiot my parents raised?”
“Hey, don’t talk like that about the woman I love. You and Jonna are your own people, right? We all make mistakes.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem, honey.”
“Honey?”
“Um, darling? Kitten?” he tried again.
I made a face and shook my head. “No, no, honey is fine, you just haven’t called me anything like that before. I just figured you were too serious, or whatever, for pet names.”
“It’s something new I’m trying,” he said.
“I like it.”
“Honey?”
“Yes?”
“Take off your pants.”
Struggling to my feet, I managed to get off my yoga pants and panties with minimal difficulty. Left in only a loose-fitting flannel shirt, I sat back in the chair, spreading my legs as wide as I could to get them over the arms of the chair.
“That’s my girl. Spread your pussy for me, darling.”
Reaching both hands down, I did as he asked, the cool air on my most sensitive spots sending a quitter through me. When I looked back at the screen, Ragnars had his cock out, stroking his hand leisurely along the throbbing shaft. I unconsciously licked my lips at the sight of it, wanting so much to have him in my mouth, and then my pussy, where he belonged.
Carefully wetting two fingers, I eased them inside my already wet pussy, going up to the second knuckle before starting to move. I touched myself as I watched Ragnar pleasuring his cock. It was a new and strange experience, but I found that I liked it.
Although as I watched him pour his load into his hand, I wished it was my mouth or my pussy instead, and as my walls tightened around my fingers and I howled in release, all I could think about was how excited I was for us to be together again and enjoy the real thing.
Chapter Eleven - Ragnar
The banshee screamed in the dark, beckoning for relief. Hitting the snooze button, I rolled out of bed, the collision with the hardwood floor shocked me to wakefulness, as the adrenaline hit my brain. Better than coffee and a donut for a pick-me-up, and a lot easier on the waistline.
Seth had booked us each our own room for each spot on the tour. A tender mercy, not just because of Varg’s snoring, and Stig’s early-morning meditation. The way things were, we could indulge in our quirks without driving the others crazy.
A fact which boded well for the future of the band. Though, I would argue if we hadn’t broken up by that point, it wasn’t likely to happen at all. Ten years could be an awfully long time, no matter how much you liked each other at the beginning.
Dressing as to block the autumn chill, I took the stairs from our upper floor accommodations, and out into the early morning. It was the last date of the tour, and we were home. At least what I once thought of as home.
The place where I’d grown up and knew better than anywhere else in the world. Fine credentials for the title, but there was somewhere else that had started to put up a strong challenge. Not only because it was the place I’d spent as much time as in Bergen, but Stephanie was there, with our baby, and she was all alone. Okay, not exactly, but I wasn’t there, but I intended to be as soon as I could.
The streets were familiar, though still seemed like something from a dream. I’d given thought to buying a map when we’d first gotten into town, just to be sure. Happily, it wasn’t needed, everything being roughly where we had left it.
Completing the circuits I’d planned out the night before, drawing a map on the branded notepad on the desk in my room, I hit the showers before dressing for breakfast.
We’d agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant, making for and easy commute. Not that one would know it from Varg’s distinctly sour expression.
