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I brushed the hair off his face and kissed him gently on the temple.

“Are you exhausted?”

“Exhausted and happy to have a new roommate.”

Nate took one look at my face and snorted with laughter. “Damn, Viking. You are so in trouble. Didn’t know you were such a brat.” He giggled and inched closer as Vitus slipped an arm around him.

I pursed my lips. “Oh you have no idea, Decks.”

Arne almost cried with suppressed laughter and buried his face in my neck.

You won’t be able to sit tomorrow, Liebling.

He gulped and fidgeted under me, a soft gasp coming from his lips.

Okay, this is fun. Can you feel that, I wonder? That I will bend you over and spank you for calling me that? Can you tell how horny that makes me?

“I’m sorry,” Arne giggled, his dick hardening against my thighs.

“You’re lucky I love you, Viking.” Cupping his chin, I pulled his face up for a kiss.

Nik’s features tightened. Nikolai had always been grumpy and not exactly sociable. But after he’d opened up about his depression, he’d withdrawn even from us. We all worried about him.

A knock from the front door made all of us look around.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late. I spent all day with Weston, taking pictures and a million videos for our ArgoS. I forgot the time, but I brought this.” Finn brandished a bottle of whisky. “It’s a little housewarming gift.”

“Awesome. Thanks, Finn.” I moved my love off my lap. “Let’s drink to my new roommate.”

Arne giggled, tears trickling out of his eyes and into his beard.

“What’s the joke?” Finn looked from my viking to me.

“Never mind. Arne just showed everyone how much of a brat he is.” Nate grinned over at our social media manager. “How’s McCoy settling in?”

Finn took the way out Nate offered. “Oh, I think he’s fine. Just a bit of logistics with his family.” He brushed his floppy hair off his brow before accepting a glass of amber liquid from me.

“Is that a Lone Fox whisky?” Vee asked. “Nate brought a bottle back last time. It was fantastic.”

“Yeah, that’s one of the last bottles I ordered. I have to stock up next month.”

Jerke had decided to hold this year’s training camp in Scotland again.

“Thank you, Finn.” Arne smiled at him and accepted the glass I held out. “Come here, baby.”

I sat down. His arm slipped around my waist. “Hottest roommate ever. I love you,” he murmured in my ear.

Turning my head around, I stole a kiss from his lips. “I love you, Princess. To us.”

“And the rest of our lives.”

Bonus Epilogue

Max - Eight Months Later

Lazy snowflakes drifted from steel grey skies as we got out of Arne’s car the Saturday before Christmas.

He took my hand as we strolled up the long, cobbled market square. People in fancy dress, all beaming and chattering happily, climbed out of the cars lining the street. My grandmother used to say there were two things that brought people together: weddings and funerals.