Across the Music (Across the Ocean Book 2) (7 page)

"Thanks mate."

"
Ekkert mál
." No problem.

I'm riding on a buzz right now. I've downed 3 beers, and enjoyed meeting several people tonight. A few of them were really funny blokes; they're friends of Gunnar and Loki, and I think I remember them from Tálknafjörður.

There are a few females here, but I don't know any of them, and I'm too intimidated to talk to them. Their tight, short dresses and ample cleavage on display put me off, as well as some of them looking an unhealthy shade of orange from over-tanning. Since I came back out of Gunnar's room earlier, I've stuck to hanging out with the guys.

I've noticed that some of the ladies have given me some not-so-nice looks, and I'm wondering if I'm in the way of them hooking up with these guys. Tough shit if I am, I could use a good fuck right about now. Maybe it's time for me to take a trip to the balcony. I am rather warm, and could use the breath of fresh air.

Once outside, I take a long look around. There's not a lot of noise from cars, the sun is low enough to where it's catching and breaking into thick golden beams against the buildings, pouring heavily onto me and causing me to squint against it. There's a light breeze ruffling my loose hair, flicking several strands into my eyes.

Brushing the strands back behind my ear, I close my eyes and think of what has happened this evening. I was asked to join a band with two sexy guys, and have made several new friends. I'd say it's been a success. My head is swimming pleasantly from the alcohol I’ve consumed, and I can feel the uncomfortable need to pee. Dammit, once you break the seal, you're peeing every twenty minutes after. I was trying to hold out as long as possible.

Turning against the rays of sun to face the balcony door, Gunnar pushes his way out of it, startling me. Giving me that charming smile of his, he comes up beside me.

"You looked a little lonely out here, so I thought I'd come and keep you company," he shrugs and keeps that sweet smile on his face. God, those perfect teeth and lips. I'd love to lay a big fat wet one on him. But not only on his lips…

"Isn't that a sweet thing to do?" I smile and nudge him shoulder to shoulder. He'd be even better company if he wasn't wearing any pants. "How's it going? I appreciate you letting me into your home, and letting me make new friends." I mean it. I'm not familiar with a large group of people being so close for so long, knowing so much about each other. I admire it and am envious. I want a piece of that pie. Let me have some pie, dammit!

"I think the pleasure is all mine," He looks me dead in the eye when he says that, and the shiver that runs down my spine heads right into my lady parts to get me hot and bothered.

"I don't know, I think some of the pleasure is mine too," you know, because it is. Ah, there's that smile of his. Yummy.

"So, I was wondering. We're heading out to a summerhouse next Saturday and Sunday, just some of the same people who are here tonight, and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to join us?" He clears his throat, and I'm touched that he's asking me this.

"You don't need to bring much, just a bathing suit and a change of clothes or two. You can ride with Loki and me, too. I'll have plenty of beer and food, but I thought we could maybe play around with some music, since you're part of the band now." He pauses to nudge me with his elbow in a cheeky manner that suggests I've acquired a highly sought after status. "Brooke will be there, so you’ll get to know more than just Loki and me." He sounds uncertain about asking me and suddenly shy. He's completely adorable, and I'm thoroughly tickled pink. I guess I don't have to worry about him not being interested in me, or at least in having me around. One point for Sophie.

A huge smile breaks out across my face, and I'm speechless for a moment.

"I'd love to go. Thank you, I really appreciate the invitation." I guess this means that I'm sort of part of a group of friends now. Good people who treat each other like family. That's how it seems, anyways. I hope I can make it last.

Gunnar leans forward suddenly, his face only a few inches away from mine. My body freezes in surprise, and his eyes glance down to my lips, only to flick back up to meet my eyes. I know his intentions, and I hope for everything that he follows through. I feel a glancing touch of his fingertips around my wrist, and his mouth opens to speak.

"May I kiss you?" Liquid fire runs down my spine at the words, and I nod weakly while I part my own lips in expectation. The fingers near my wrist wrap around it completely, searing me with how large and warm they are in comparison. Butterflies are traveling down from my stomach and towards my lady bits excitedly. Dumb butterflies, he only asked for a kiss. Hold your horses. But he also asked to spend the weekend with me.

His lips touch mine firmly, claiming my mouth. Pulling slightly back after one draw against my lips, he looks down at my mouth before diving back in for another taste. My tongue feels his brush against mine, and my head drops back to accommodate a deeper kiss.

Gunnar's hand around my wrist lifts my arm up and around his neck in a demand for me to get closer. He releases my wrist once my hand grips his neck, sliding down my arm towards my shoulder, sending a wave of shivers over my body. His tongue is licking lightly at mine, and his teeth keep biting my lower lip. Slow and seductive, our kiss makes me feel drugged, and my ears are ringing loudly in my head. The happy buzz from his invitation and thrill of his kiss makes the world feel like it's got a fish-eye applied to it and is warped around us. Or maybe that's the booze.

Rays of sun fall between our faces, and a cool breeze throws the heat between us off balance, stimulating my senses. Or maybe over stimulating. I think I need to back off before the booze I drank earlier decides that all of this stimulation will cause me to puke on this perfectly good moment. I should have finished my burger when I had the chance.

A bit awkwardly, I pull away breathlessly, and Gunnar's hands fall to his sides quickly and respectfully. He doesn't push to kiss or do anything else, and I think that's a first for me. Most guys would try to wheedle or coax a gal to not give him blue balls, and in my apparent drunken state, I'm highly appreciative of how he handles himself.

"You sure know how to lay one on a gal," I murmur, giving him a cheeky wink. His returning smile makes me feel better, and I point at the door to the inside of the flat.

"I'm going to use the loo." Without waiting for a reaction, I head inside and towards the loo to clear my head and take a piss. I don't pay much attention to anyone on the way, and when I reach the door, I turn the handle to see if it's locked, but it opens easily and I walk in.

I stop dead in my tracks when I realize that there is somebody, no wait; two people in here already. What the fuck? My eyes adjust and take in what's in front of me, and my jaw practically hits the floor. It's Loki. And another chick. She's sucking his cock right there in front of me, and my entire body freezes with shock and surprise.

The girl's head is bobbing up and down enthusiastically, and I can hear the sounds of her mouth sucking on him like a lolli. His clothes are still perfectly put together and unrumpled except for his pants being unbuttoned and unzipped to assist in the deed. His tattooed hands rest on the girl's head, and she is on her knees in front of him. She is one of the women I saw earlier this evening with a short, bright pink skirt and white boob-revealing tank top. Maybe I would have worn this, if I had known that it would give me better odds of having a taste of Loki.

What am I thinking? I just had a taste of Gunnar, who I am much more attracted to. I literally can't move, and in the few seconds that I'm frozen, I dread the moment he realizes that I'm here. This would be right about… now.

Loki lifts his head lazily, unconcerned with whoever might have traipsed in unsuspecting into the loo. He seems so careless, that I would bet money that he has zero feelings or any care in the world for this woman. When he registers that it's me, a sexy grin lifts one side of his mouth as though he's extremely happy to see that it's me. My mouth goes dry, and there is a shift in my mind, turning this moment into a private show rather than an embarrassing walk-in. I'm no longer intruding; I've been invited into this dirty ordeal. I don't think I'm at all sad about it.

His hands grip the hair of the girl's head, fingers lacing between the brunette strands as he begins to move her to a faster tempo. It must be exciting for him to know I'm here watching. Her hands are gripping the fronts of his thighs for support while she slides her mouth up and down his glorious cock. I realize that I'm not longer looking at his face, and am blatantly staring at the show in front of me. I cannot believe how turned on I am within such a short time. My clit is throbbing almost painfully, begging to have some fun.

My eyes try to see as much of his cock as possible as her mouth works it over (not as well as I would, if it was me), while also noticing that she's not giving any attention to his balls like a proper woman should. I would give those balls so much attention that he'd…. Anyways. I'm trying to keep some part of my decency around me, but it's extremely difficult. I can almost guarantee that my cheeks and neck are red, but I think it's equal parts arousal and embarrassment now.

Loki murmurs something to the girl in front of him that I don't understand, but it was probably in Icelandic anyways. He looks back to me, catching me with that intense stare again. I feel like he's including me in this moment, perhaps even thinking of me while she sucks him off. Ahh, I'm getting ahead of myself here. He's probably just enjoying his blow-job.

"Ahhh, já. Fuck!" Loki's throaty voice scrapes deliciously along my insides, tingling down my spine, and his body tenses up while his head leans back, tilting it slightly so he can still see me. Holding the girl's head firmly in place, I know he's coming in her mouth. Pumping his hips against her roughly as he rides out his orgasm. I'm panting along with him, and I have done nothing but stand there. He bares his teeth and loudly sucks in his breathe between them, followed by a soft moan as his eyes finally shut. My hands are fisting and relaxing over and over, the tension in my body rising to unbearable levels. All my buttons have been pushed, and I could come at the slightest touch. It's all too much; I don't know what to do with myself.

The girl starts to pull away, and my mortification returns with a vengeance. I turn around quickly and head right back out the door. Who cares about needing to pee? I don't think there is any way I can regain my composure now, so I head towards the front door. Placing a hand against my cheek, I can feel how hot my face is.

Gunnar comes up behind me while I grab my light jacket from the hook it's hanging on in the hallway.

"Are you leaving already?" He helps me slide my jacket on like a gentleman, but I'm so flustered that I can't even make eye contact with him, so I pretend to have difficulty with my zipper.

"Yeah, I'm pretty buggered. Thanks for the great party. Do you want my number?" He nods and pulls his phone out of his pocket; I take it from him, grateful for another excuse to not look at him. I program my number and name into his phone, and hand it back. Taking in a deep breath, I draw on some of my bravery to look at his handsome face again before I leave. On one hand, I don't want to be rude and rush out, but he's also beautiful and I need one last eye-fill before I leave.

"Cheerio, mate."

I head out of his front door and out of his apartment building, towards the main street where I know I'll find a taxi to head home.

Hilary lives in a really nice neighborhood in a town called Kópavogur, which is next to Reykjavík. So close in fact that it takes only ten to fifteen minutes to get from one to the other. This is more of a family neighborhood, with homes that were meant to house large families. I like this style of living, and wish that somehow I could have a family that lived in a place like this. Most of the houses were split up into multiple flats and rented out by other people, or the adult children of the homeowners. Walk paths are placed conveniently between the occasional houses, leading to the schools and playgrounds for the kids. My hand rises to rub my chest as I walk to the bus stop around the corner. I can’t think about families and kids right now, it’s too painful.

Hilary has a cat; a fluffy Persian outdoor one with bright golden eyes and a rather grumpy looking face. Her grey fur is accompanied by a huge fluff of white fur on her chest, belly and the tip of her huge tail. Her name is Marissa, and since I've come to Iceland, she's been my frequent walking companion to the bus stop. She frequently hangs around until the bus comes before scurrying away in a poof of fluff. She is currently attempting to rub her face along my still-walking legs, helping to distract me from thoughts of my family as I try to avoid sudden death from tripping over her and busting my head on the sidewalk.

The bright blue overhang for where the bus will pick me up is nearby, and I stand inside of it to wait. I really enjoy taking the bus in Iceland. It’s peaceful, and no one bothers me. It’s cheaper than paying for a car, petrol, and insurance. It comes frequently, and I don’t have to inconvenience Hilary by needing her to drive me around. Sometimes the rides take longer, but they help me learn the city, and see its beauty.