Chapter 4Sometime during the night, Viggo nudged me awake, and we made it up to the loft and into his bed. When I wake the next morning, I’m alone, but I can hear Viggo below in the cabin. The scent of coffee wafting up to where I lie is a siren song calling my name, pulling me out of bed and down the ladder after throwing on yesterday’s T-shirt. Viggo’s back is turned to me; he’s standing by the counter preparing breakfast, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, nearly his whole body on display for me. He’s hairy and bulky and so f*****g fine, my d**k plumps in my underwear. I’m drawn to him, unable to stay away.
I pad across the floor, and when I reach him, I slide my hands around his waist and press my front against his back, resting my cheek against him and inhaling.
Viggo lays his han
