Ari let’s out a very long, very loud groan against my shoulder as his whole body ripples and shudders with release. Once again, his come shoots so forcefully and deeply into my cervix that my pussy ripples in a miniature orgasm.
We cling to each other tightly. Ari’s hips still thrusting lightly and rub the rest of our orgasms to completion. His finger slips out of my ass and his hand lifts to my back to press me closer against him. We are both out of breath and floating on cloud nine while we enjoy the aftermath of coming.
Ari pulls his head back away from my shoulder after a few moments and kisses my forehead tenderly. I’m bone weary from the recent emotional rollercoaster, the confrontation with Lára, and this absolutely incredible sex. I’m surprised I haven’t already passed out.
******
Ari
Brooke is practically boneless against me that it makes me chuckle. I’m pretty impressed with myself for being able to stay standing. I think that was the best orgasm of my life. When she clamped down like a vice around my cock, I thought my head was going to explode. She fits me like a perfect glove.
There’s no way I can let her go, now. She’s mine. I have to figure out a way to keep her here with me. I may not be a fancy guy like she’s used to, but I know I can provide her with a happy life.
With Brooke’s head resting against my chest, and her arms wrapped around my waist, I pull us away from the wall and turn to head toward my bedroom. Brooke’s never been in there and I can’t wait to see her sleeping in my bed.
By the time I get there, Brooke has fallen asleep. Her head lolls a bit as I carefully lay her back onto the bed. Pulling the duvet over her, I lean down and kiss her forehead gently. Her dark hair is spilling over the white pillow, and her lips and cheeks are pink. She looks thoroughly satisfied. Job well done.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, I slide in under the duvet and pull Brooke close. She’s completely passed out. I role her onto her side and snuggle up behind her. While wrapping my arms around her, I close my eyes and try to figure out my plan.
I know that there is only one sure way that Brooke can stay here with me in this country. Good thing it’s exactly what I want.
Chapter 14
Brooke
I wake up slowly and am surrounded by the nicest comforter I’ve ever felt. Without opening my eyes, I bury myself deeper into my pillow and duvet. I cannot help but moan in bliss.
Awareness suddenly seeps in when I realize that my pillow smells just like Ari. I recall what happened with a deep and unladylike sniff. I blink my eyes a bit to rub the sleep out of them. I must have slept a long time; it definitely feels like late morning, judging by the angle of the sun shining through the window.
I look behind me to the rest of the bed and realize that I’m alone. I listen for any sounds in the house but hear none. I must be alone. Rising up onto my elbow, I take a look around the room for any sign of where Ari might be.
On the side table next to the bed, is a little note.
Don’t worry; I’ll be back by 13:00 with food. Feel free to shower, and be ready to go when I come back. You are so beautiful when you sleep that I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.
You’re mine now.
x Ari
Well that’s exciting. Is he going to take me out on a date? My stomach protests its lack of food noisily. Thank god Ari isn’t here to hear that.
I glance at the clock on the table and see that it’s noon. I must have slept a really long time. Lying back on the bed, I tuck my hands under my head and remember yesterday. My body flushes when I recall all the delicious sexing. Still, there was so much more than that.
I am in love with Ari. It’s that simple. I can and will find a way to stay here and be with him, if he’ll have me. Based on how he made love to me yesterday and the fact that he tried to stop me from leaving when he went to the airport, I’m thinking he wants me.
A shower sounds really good right now, so I push myself out of bed and walk naked to the connected bathroom. I see on the counter are all of my clothes, neatly folded and waiting for me. A fresh towel is also hanging from the towel rack.
You’ve got to be kidding me; did I just score the jackpot? He fucked me proper and did my laundry? My dark side is fist pumping the air and bragging to all of her imaginary friends about her new beau.
Fiddling with the shower knobs, I climb in the shower. Iceland has the best hot water, even though it smells a bit like sulphur. It takes a little getting used to, but the hot water never runs cold. The tap water is the freshest water I’ve ever drank and I don’t drink tap water in the States.
Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I begin to wash my hair. I let my mind wander to what Ari has planned for later and marvel at how happy I can be today after how unhappy I had been earlier yesterday. Thank you, Universe.
******
A few minutes to one, Ari comes in the front door. I’m dressed and ready to go. Standing in his kitchen, I’m drinking a glass of orange juice I found in the fridge. My stomach is extremely disgruntled by this point.
The second Ari spots me, his entire face lights up with joy. My heart flutters in response and I know my own smile is probably just as big as his. He doesn’t bother removing his shoes as he comes up to kiss me softly on my lips.
“Good afternoon, elskan. You look beautiful. Are you ready to go?” The softness in his voice turns my insides into butter. I could get used to this kind of treatment. No wonder Lára didn’t want to let this guy go.
“Yeah, but I thought you said you’d bring food. I’m starving.” I give him a silly frown and rub my belly dramatically. He chuckles and shrugs apologetically, instead taking the glass out of my hand and placing it on the counter.
“I know you are, so there’s a change of plans. Our first stop is for food.” He takes my hand and escorts me to his car. He opens the passenger door for me like a gentleman and helps me slide inside. It’s so cheesy and sweet, and I love it. The smirk on his face says he’s having fun too.
Ari walks around to the driver’s side, and climbs in. We both buckle our seat belts, and Ari backs out of our parking spot, then heads down the street.
I think I have a permanent goofy smile on my face and my cheeks are starting to hurt because of it. I feel like a fucking teenager with her first boyfriend, I’m so giddy and stupid.
Ari’s hand reaches over and intertwines his fingers with mine. The electricity is still alive and well between us. We don’t say much as we drive down several different streets. The silence is comfortable. I just look out the window and am so fucking grateful that I didn’t leave yesterday. You would have missed all of this.
Ari pulls up a familiar street, parks, and comes around to help me out of the car. He leads me further up the street until I see Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur. I start to chuckle because this guy obviously knows that the way straight to my heart is with these amazing Icelandic hot dogs.
He orders me two hot dogs with only fried onions and one for himself with everything when it’s our turn in line. After paying, he hands me my hot dogs, grabs his, and leads us to a picnic bench nearby.
I begin to embarrass myself once again by using my face as a vacuum and hoovering those hot dogs into my mouth. I drop crumbs all over myself and I don’t even care. I was famished. Also, these taste like magic in my mouth.
Ari just eats his hot dog like a normal person and silently laughs at me. I figure he needs to know what he’s in for, if we’re going to be together. Even my dark side is embarrassed by how I eat my food.
I wipe my mouth with my napkin while I finish chewing my last bite and glance at Ari. He looks so gorgeous right now. The sun is shining behind him, and the clouds are floating luxuriously by. There’s a sparkle in his blue eyes today, that wasn’t there yesterday.
He’s wearing a light gray Henley shirt with three buttons on the top. He has no jacket since the weather is great. Black jeans with a comfortable pair of black chukka boots complement his attire. The light bre
eze ruffles his golden brown hair and the sun highlights it from behind, making it appear to glow.
God, he’s beautiful. I’m probably just staring at him like a fucking idiot, he doesn’t seem to mind though as he looks back at me. A smile creeps over my mouth and he returns it, just holding my gaze for a sweet moment. We’re so fucking corny.
“Are you ready to continue?” I nod and stand up from the bench. I clasp outstretched hand and let him lead the way. I cling to his arm in an effort to be closer to him, and he leans down to kiss my forehead as we walk up the street.
I have no idea where we are going, because I haven’t been on these roads yet, and I honestly don’t even care at this point. I’m just excited. After walking for about fifteen minutes, Ari starts to slow down, and his grip on my hand tightens. His body starts to tense a little too, and I begin to feel a little wary.
“Is everything alright?” I ask tentatively. Ari looks over at me and gives me a reassuring smile.
“Everything is great, elskan. How could everything not be great right now?” I shrug, the anxiety melting away. He’s right. Everything is pretty great right now.
Looking around us, I realize this place looks very familiar. I can’t place where it is that we are, though. Turning around the corner of a tall stone wall, Ari moves aside to let me walk in front of him through a wrought iron gate. Now I recognize where we are.
The sudden chiming of bells fills the air. The church, Hallgrimskirkja is nearby, and we are in the statue garden. Closing the gate behind us, Ari moves ahead of me toward the mossy steps.
Walking up a few of them, he turns to me and holds a hand out for me to take. I walk forward and reach out to grab his hand. The bells are ringing around us and transporting me back to the last time we were here.
The magic that created a beautiful world that only existed for the two of us. Except now the sun is shining at the perfect angle to halo Ari from behind. His whole body surrounded by a beautiful ring of gold. He’s my Viking, my Nordic God.
Pulling me up to the stair that he is on, Ari gazes lovingly down into my eyes, one corner of his mouth lifted in the softest of smiles. He clears his throat and waits a moment before speaking. His grip on my hand tightens.
“Brooke. I don’t even know where to begin. All I ever could have asked for, in a person to spend my life with, is standing right in front of me. I couldn’t be luckier if I tried. I want to feel they way I do when I am with you, every day for the rest of my life.”
My breath catches in my throat and my heart begins to race. Ari swallows hard, emotion glittering in his eyes.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. You’re smart, caring, and honest. You’re hilarious, and you laugh at all my dumb jokes. I am hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you.” One of his hands slips into the pocket of his jeans, then comes back up to clasp my hand.
I can’t break my gaze away from his to look down and see if he’s getting ready to do what I think he’s going to. I can’t risk getting my hopes up. That would be too easy.
Ari takes a deep breath, his expression harboring his insecurities. I squeeze his fingers to urge him on.
“Ég elska þig. Brooke, will you marry me? Will you build a life here with me in Iceland?” He shrugs his shoulders a little defensively, as if unsure if the life with him would be good enough for me.
My heart overflows with love and my eyes fill with the most joyous tears I’ve ever cried in my life. I stand on my tip toes and pull his face down to crush my lips against his.
“Yes, yes, and yes again. I love you.” I whisper against his lips. His arms instantly wrap around me and lift me up against him. We kiss slowly and savor this moment and each other. The chiming of the bells has faded away, leaving just Ari and I alone in our own little world.
Ari sets me down and pulls back far enough to grasp my right hand. He lifts a ring up for me to see. I can’t believe he actually got me a ring. Now I know what he must have been doing today while I was sleeping.
A flush of pleasure washes through me when I realize what is happening. Ari wants to spend the rest of his life with me. He loves me and he is mine. My eyes regain their focus and I finally see the ring he has gifted me with.
My left hand rises to cover my thundering heart. It’s absolutely gorgeous. A wide, white gold band a rugged, rippled texture that resembles lava, gorgeously wrapping around a beautiful diamond that looks a little larger than a carat. It looks so Icelandic and uniquely beautiful.
I hold out my right hand for him to slide it onto my finger. His head ducks down and his mouth captures mine in a possessive kiss.
His tongue conquers mine and takes control, telling me silently whom I belong to. One of his hands clasps the back of my neck and holds me in place while his mouth continues its onslaught. Both my hands rest on his chest, and I hold on for dear life as I’m swept away by all that is Ari, and all that we have ahead for us.
Ari pulls away from my mouth to glance around us for any other people. Deciding that the coast is clear, he pulls me up the rest of the stairs, and to a darker corner of the garden with a little more privacy and a large statue nearby.
He immediately turns me around to face the statue, and my hands lift to brace myself against it. Pushing his back against me, I can feel his cock is hard and ready for me. One of Ari’s hands comes around to unbutton my pants, while lips, tongue, and teeth start to trace and nibble around my earlobe.
My head falls to the side to give him better access and I push my ass into his groin, grinding against him. Ari’s hand slips inside my unbuttoned pants and under my panties to caress my pussy.
My engine is already ready to go, seeing as we’re in a public place, in the daytime, and it’s really fucking thrilling. My dark side wants me to drop down onto all fours and offer my naked ass for Ari to fuck, no matter who sees us. Personally, I think that’s a little much. She’s got way more guts than I do.
My thoughts quickly scatter when two of his fingers slide inside my already soaking wet pussy. Pressing his palm flat against my clit, he begins a firm and strong pace meant to bring me to the edge quickly. The pounding and rubbing against my clit drives me wild and makes me want to get fucked rough and dirty.
His fingers inside of me are doing a little motion that is rubbing that perfect spot inside of me. I start moaning, and he is quick to shush me in my ear. My hips are grinding hard against his hand and I’m about to fall over into the land of orgasmic bliss.
Ari changes the angle of his hand so that his thumb is pressing down on my clit while his fingers fuck me hard. I can hear the wet slapping of his hand against my pussy and it’s sexy enough to toss me over the edge.
My whole body tenses up as my orgasm shoots through me in wave after powerful wave. I’m biting my shoulder to keep my noises silent while his hand continues pounding into me, keeping me high in my climax.
I bow over slightly as the tension within my body finally breaks loose. Ari’s hand slows down to only an occasional swipe of his thumb against my clit to drag that last bit of pleasure out of me.
When he finally withdraws his hand from my pants, he lifts it up and sucks his fingers clean. Fuck, I love when he does that. He loves the taste of me. Loves me.
Ari surprises me by pulling my pants and panties down to my knees, and unbuttons his own pants. Pulling out his cock, he slaps it once against my ass before guiding it to my entrance.
I’m still braced against the wall, so I stick my ass out enough to give him easier access. He slides slowly inside of me, resting his hands against my hips. He pushes as deeply as possible and I can almost feel him poking into my lower belly. I’m so full of him and it’s exactly what I want.
We hear a voice nearby and freeze. We listen carefully to hear the direction they’re going in. Ari begins to move inside of me and I’m exhilarated that someone could walk by at any moment and catch him fucking me right here.
The person talking sounds like they’re getting closer, only I ca
n’t tell what direction they are coming from. I start to grind my ass against him, my excitement getting me hotter.
Ari’s thrusts become shorter and quicker as the person sounds like they are entering the garden. I know he’s going to come soon, and honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I did too. He feels so fucking amazing inside of me.
“Oh wow, just look at this garden! These statues are just beautiful!” We hear a tourist exclaim near the gate we entered. Ari’s hand covers my mouth to help me keep quiet while he begins to hammer inside of me, pounding against my g spot in rapid succession.
Ari suddenly tenses behind me as he begins to come, and his semen spurts so forcefully that I come with him at the same time. I start shuddering and trying my hardest to stay quiet, grateful that Ari has his hand there.
He’s groaning softly into my shoulder, quickly rubbing the rest of the climax out of us. Pulling out of me just a moment later, we struggle to quickly fix our pants before the people come to our corner of the garden.
I’m so grateful the statue is here right now because my mind is blown. I just came twice. I can’t believe we just had sex in this awesome garden. I’m going to marry this guy. How did my life suddenly become so awesome?
Ari leans over and kisses me tenderly while smoothing my bangs out of my face. He leans against the statue with me and a devilish grin forms on his face. We hear the tourists talk about going into the museum and their voices fade as they head in that direction.
We both laugh in relief that we didn’t get caught.
“That was fun.” He chuckles a bit more, then becomes serious for a moment.
“The first time I brought you here, I knew I needed to marry you. You walked up those stairs and the bells were ringing. I just knew it was you.” Then he gives me a smirk. “The sex wasn’t planned, but I sure as hell enjoyed it.” I laugh with him because I did, too.
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