Marisa Chenery: Love Everlasting

Garrick nodded. “I know. The smell is just about doing me in. I’m looking for his mother.”

Elsa discreetly sniffed the air but couldn’t smell a dirty nappy. Brand and Garrick must have a better sense of smell than she had if they thought it was that bad.

Garrick turned toward the staircase, and yelled, “Nika! Can you come here?”

A woman with light blonde hair came to stand at the railing at the top of the stairs. “What is it, Garrick?” She had an American accent.

“Your son stinks.”

Nika crossed her arms. “So? What do you want me to do about it?”

Garrick held the baby out. “He needs changing.”

“Garrick, Luke is two weeks old, and you have yet to change a dirty diaper. You’re going to do this one.”

“It’ll make me gag.”

“Tough.”

Brand closed the distance between him and Garrick and took the baby to hold in his free arm. “Don’t worry, Nika. I’ll do it.” He turned to Elsa. “Are you going to come up with me?”

“Sure.” Elsa had to admit the sight of seeing Brand holding the newborn did warm, gooey things to her insides. It was a good thing her mother couldn’t see Brand now, or she’d be really pushing for grandchildren, harder than she normally would.

Once she and Brand reached the top of the stairs, with Garrick following behind, Nika met them. “Thanks, Brand,” she said. She looked at Garrick. “My husband is going to have to get over his need to gag every time he sees a dirty diaper.” Garrick gave her a sheepish look. Nika turned her gaze on Elsa. “You have to be Elsa. If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m Nika, Garrick’s wife.”

“Nice to meet you. Obviously, Brand has spoken about me if you and Garrick already know about me.”

“Don’t worry. Brand didn’t say anything terrible about you.”

“I never would,” Brand said. “Let me put these bags in my room and then I’ll take care of Luke’s nappy.”

Elsa followed him. The room he put their bags in was large. The king-size bed was the focal point of the space. The sheets and matching quilt on it were black cotton with a slight sheen. The rest of the furniture was dark wood pieces that were the same design as the headboard. Instead of carpeted, the floor was dark hardwood. The whole room had a masculine feel to it.

With the baby still cradled in one arm, Brand put the bags down on the floor near the bed before he turned and headed back out into the hallway. He walked down it to a room two doors down on the opposite side. Elsa walked behind him as he entered it. It had to be Garrick and Nika’s room because they were both there.

Brand headed straight for the changing table set up against one wall. Without having to be given directions, he gently placed Luke on it and took off the baby’s pants to get to his nappy. He undid it and pulled the front down. Elsa had to bite back a laugh as Garrick made a gagging sound.

“Stop that,” Nika admonished Garrick. “It’s not that bad. Luke spits up on you, and you can handle that.”

Garrick seemed to avoid looking at what Brand was doing. “A little puke doesn’t get to me like poop does. A wet nappy I can manage.”

Elsa turned back to Brand and watched him efficiently wipe the baby’s bottom with wipes before he put a clean nappy on Luke. The newborn’s pants followed with no trouble. Done, Brand picked up Luke and put him up on his shoulder. He kissed the baby’s downy head as he walked over to Nika.

“All done.” He gently handed the newborn over to his mother.

“Thanks again, Brand,” Nika said.

“You’re welcome. Elsa and I will be in my room. I’ll introduce her to the others later.”

“We’ll make sure no one disturbs you while you’re both … occupied,” Garrick said with a chuckle.

Elsa knew exactly what Garrick referred to. He was a bit of a smartass as Brand had said. She still thought it would be interesting to see Renea and him together.

Brand said nothing in return to Garrick’s comment, and she followed him out of the room. Back inside Brand’s bedroom, he closed the door behind them and locked it. He then walked into the en suite bathroom. The sound of the tap running in the sink reached her ears. While Brand washed his hands, she walked over to the set of windows. Looking out, she saw Brand had a view of the back garden. It was large with a stand of trees lining the back of the property.

Gazing out to a section of lawn in the center of the garden, Elsa leaned closer to the glass, her brow furrowing. Was she really seeing what she thought she saw? Two equally large, muscular men stood on the grass swinging what looked like swords at each other. Given their size, they moved agilely and sometimes so fast she almost couldn’t track them.

“What has caught your attention?” Brand asked as he came up behind her.

She turned her head to look at him and then back at the window. “I figure those two out there must be a couple of your friends. You never said anything about them owning swords or using them against one another.”

As she watched, the two men outside lowered their swords and exchanged a few words. In a blink of an eye, the weapons were dropped to the grass and fists were flying. It didn’t last very long, and once it was over, the men laughed and acted as if nothing happened.

Brand put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his hard body. “That’s Wulfric and Dolf. The one with the long, light brown hair is Wulfric and Dolf is the one with the short, wavy, reddish-brown hair. You might not be able to tell from what just happened, but they are the best of friends.”

“They look it now,” she said with a laugh.

Brand turned with her away from the window before he spun her around in his arms so she faced him. “Enough about my friends. Now that I finally have you alone, I want you again.”

A shiver of desire shot through Elsa at Brand’s husky words. “I want you too.”

He bent his head and kissed her, his tongue sweeping along her lips until she opened for him. Need and arousal heated her blood and made her pussy ache for his cock to fill it. Even though it hadn’t been that long since the last time she’d made love with Brand, Elsa still hungered for him. He touched her, and she went instantly wet.

As he deepened their kiss, she pressed closer. She moaned softly, loving the feel of Brand’s cock, long and hard, against her. The sound of her rapidly beating heart filled her ears. Every time Brand took her into his arms, her feelings for him grew stronger.

His hands went for the bottom of her shirt and lifted. Elsa broke contact with Brand’s lips and helped him strip her out of her clothes. She did the same with his. Once they were both naked, he kissed her hungrily again, running his hands along her heated skin. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his straining cock and pumped up and down. She used her thumb to rub a bead of precum into the tip. His hips jerked as she worked him.

Brand lifted his head and then picked her up and carried her over to the bed. After he flipped the covers back, he placed her on the center of the mattress. He climbed up next to her and came down on top of her. He shifted lower on her body and nuzzled the side of her neck.

“I’m going to taste you and then make you come.”

“Yes,” she said, panting.

He continued to work his way down her body until his wide shoulders were wedged between her thighs. She gasped and moaned as Brand dipped his head and licked her pussy. Elsa rocked against his mouth, her arousal steadily increasing with each stroke of his tongue.

He sucked on her clit and licked her slick opening. Elsa’s body coiled tighter. She’d come if only he’d add his fingers to the play. But he didn’t; he just continued to torment her with his tongue until she hovered at the edge of release.