Mikael observed them...his daughter and his wife. Kirsty knelt at the side of the bed with a Dr. Seuss book in hand. Her soft, British accent flowed over each rhyme as she alternated between reading and pointing out things in the pictures that accompanied the text. It was the fourth, or perhaps fifth book of the night. He had lost count.
It was not bad enough that he had two brothers to be jealous of, now he must contend with his own child. The way that his wife smiled, laughed and cared for his daughter wrapped about his heart just as he imagined that tight cunt would around his cock. While he, as much as Bjorn, hated to be leaving their wife just now, never since the first moment he had held his daughter had he felt more comfortable leaving her on one of these fishing trips. That told him all he needed to know.
'So what the fuck you going to do about it?' asked that irritating voice in his head.
The damned thing had a point. If he had tried to use domination and sex to bind her closer to him, them, his child that first night without letting her behind his walls, what was he going to do now? And what of their truce? On one level, it was working better than he had ever hoped it might, especially for his little girl.
Once he would have thought that was enough. It was after all the argument that Bjorn had used to convince him of his crazy scheme. And it honestly was just about perfect, he smiled as Kirsty closed the book. She signed 'sleep' once more as she stood up and walked towards him with a smile. Monika frowned and fidgeted a bit in her bed, but she did not get up, which was always a good sign.
Damn, what was he going to do? Now that using his daughter as a shield wall to reinforce his defences was almost to an end, a long night alone with her in that bed loomed large. He knew what got his cock's vote. There was no question about what his little head wanted.
But it was his big one that still stood in the way. Logically, he knew that she was their wife. Theirs. Which meant she was as much his as she was Sven's or even Bjorn's. But that did not translate into the insecurities that still plagued him. If he had not been enough for Greta in a monogamous marriage, what chance did he stand against his 'pretty boy' baby brother, the man, who had chosen her and the one, who obviously already held her heart?
While his cock might be satisfied if he gave into its damned demands to sink him deep inside that too sweet cunt, he knew that in the end even that would not be enough. He had already wasted years of his life loving a woman that had never really loved him...and he was not in an all-out competition with both his brothers for Greta's affection.
It was not even a matter of what he wanted. It was more a matter of what his battered ego could sustain. Could he give into his feelings for this woman knowing that she might never return them the way he wanted? That she already loved another man, his own gods be damned brother, whose diapers he had fucking changed, who had tagged along after him everywhere he went, a man-child that he had spent a lifetime protecting.
"Do you stay with her until she falls asleep or do you leave her?" Mikael found it hard to concentrate on her words when her hand was covering his heart and her whole lush body leaning in towards his. Could she feel how fast it was pounding? How it skipped a beat occasionally when he imagined how it would feel without any clothes between them?
He forced his sex-starved brain back from that futile line of thought and focused upon her question, "I leave her. I used to stay with her, but I think it probably makes things worse. I installed those a few months ago," he said pointing at a couple of small cameras suspended from the ceiling. "They feed to my laptop." He blushed a bit as he admitted to her something that no one else knew, "I keep it on most nights, just in case..." he stammered.
She smiled and reached up to brush a soft kiss across his cheek, "Then move it to my room before you leave, please."
He shook his head as he tried to clear the cobwebs from his brain that even such a simple touch could elicit. "No need, I can download the app to your tablet and you can use that. But you don't have to. She is fine most of the time. Sleeps through the night usually. If she does have a nightmare, trust me...you will know it. She wakes up screaming, but I don't know sometimes..."
"Sometimes what, Mikael?" she frowned.
He looked over at his little girl and noticed that she had turned away from them and was already beginning to settle a bit. He knew he hoovered, that he was over-protective. How many times had his father lectured him about it? But damn it, his daughter had it tough enough, anything, no matter how small or silly it might seem that he could do to make things easier, he would.
But he never expected such things from others, not even his parents and certainly not a woman, whom they had kidnapped and forced into their fucked up world, their screwed up family and their petty jealousies. "Don't worry about it, Kirsty. It isn't important."
"No, tell me, please. If it is something that helps, something I can do too, let me try. Please." Did she press a bit closer to him or was it only wishful thinking?
"Sometimes if I notice on the cam that she is not sleeping well, I will get up and sit with her. I don't touch her, just sit on the floor next to her bed, just in case I guess. She usually quiets down in a few minutes. I guess I just like to think that maybe it makes a difference...keeps her nightmares away," he stammered as he stared at the floor.
***
Kirsty felt something shift inside her. Maybe it had been happening since that first glimpse of him and Monika on board Ægir's Captive. Maybe it was the way he tagged so closely after her in the store or that look of fear when she tried to run into the road. It most definitely had the night they gave her that bath together. It had felt so much like she belonged, like the three of them were the perfect little family.
Thinking on it, she wondered how she had not seen it sooner. Maybe it was the fact that this was so very different from the intensity that she shared with Bjorn. But that did not make it any less real. The truth was that she loved Mikael. Perhaps differently than she did Bjorn, but every bit as much. How could she not? Her bad boy could win father of the year. What woman could resist that combination?
The questions now was...what was she going to do about it? How was she going to seduce this husband too? She stifled a giggle at the thought. Who would have ever imagined frumpy Kirsty
Dickens seducing one hot guy, let alone two? Whatever would her friends think it they knew? Of course, Roz might get a real laugh out of it, but she would demand all the raunchy details first.
One thing was for certain...she was most definitely going to seduce Mikael. She was not letting him leave tomorrow morning without...
She fought back the lump in her throat that threatened to constrict her airway. It was a feeling she had been battling all day, a fear that would not abate. Whether it was Petrine's story of losing Lars or some intuition, but whatever it was, she was not going to risk it. It was not going to live with the regrets and pain that had rolled off her mother-in-law like a tidal wave of despair.
So that brought her back to one question: how was she going to seduce this husband too? She did chuckle then. Why was it that she had to do the seducing with the ones she loved and the one that sent her blood boiling had no compunction about taking what he wanted?
"What is so funny now?" he asked in a whisper.
She smiled as she looked across the room where her 'daughter' was settling into bed. Yes, that too felt right. If she were going to commit to these men, to this unusual lifestyle, then she committed to all of it. And that included a very special little bonus that had wiggled her way into her heart from that first moment. What took her breath away was how natural and right it all felt, how fucking natural.
She frowned. Well, most of it. Sven could still go screw himself. But she was not about to let the man ruin this night for her too.
She stood on her tip toes and brushed a kiss on his cheek. She smiled at the way his beard tickled her nose, but she would far rather feel it abrading other parts of her anatomy at the moment. "We don't want to wake her. I'll tell you in bed," she whispered into his ear.
She heard the quick intake of breath, felt his whole body stiffen beneath her finger tips, perhaps she even detected a slight increase in the tempo of his heart through her fingertips. She smiled, so her 'bad boy' was not as unmoved by her as he wanted her to think. That bode well for the seduction she had planned this night.
But his next words did not, "You know you don't have to. I mean I know that Bjorn..."
She was having none of his prevaricating though, she placed her fingertips over his mouth this time. "I meant what I said, Mikael. This night it is you I choose. So unless you are suggesting we include your brother in our little games, not another word." She leaned fully into him, "But personally, I would rather have you all to myself this time."
She pressed her body as tightly as she could against his and that smile widened as she felt his erection actually throb. With their little girl's back turned to them and her own body blocking the child's view, she could not resist the urge to tease 'daddy' just a bit more. Her fingers that had gone from heart to mouth now covered the front of his jeans, "Unless, of course, my bad boy needs the help."
