Page 81 of Viking in Love

But it was not Breanne. It was Geoff.

“What are you doing here?”

“Greetings to you, too, Caedmon.”

“What are you doing here this time of night? What has happened?”

“We just got word at Heatherby that Dunstan and his entourage are overnighting at St. George’s monastery and will arrive in the morn.”

“Arrive where? Heatherby? Or Larkspur?” Bloody damn hell! What next?

Geoff shrugged. “Methinks he will visit both Larkspur and Heatherby, but I am not sure which will come first.”

“How many in his company?”

“Two dozen, more or less.”

“That is all I need.” He was scrubbing at his genitals with vigor.

“What in the name of St. Cuthbert are you doing?”

“Washing the honey off my cock.” He winced at the coldness of the water.

“Dare I ask why you have honey on your cock?”

“You may ask, but I will not answer.”

“If you are able to lick your own cock, I am going to be very upset.”

“Why?”

“Because I always wanted to do that.”

Caedmon laughed, despite the seriousness of the impending situation.

Geoff sat down on the edge of the bed, then immediately shot back up. Wiping a hand across his arse, he said, “There is honey on your bed linens.”

As if he did not already know that!

“I saw Lady Breanne on my way up here.”

I hope you tripped her. “Oh? What is she doing up at this time of night? Building a new Roman wall?”

“Going to the bathing house. Come to think on it, she smelled like honey, too.” Geoff glanced from Caedmon’s honey-coated cock to the bed, then back to Caedmon’s heated face. “Please tell me you have not been swiving a princess.”

Only about twenty times. “And if I was?”

“That, my friend, is a sure path to matrimony.”

“Not with us. We have an agreement.” Or we HAD an agreement.

Geoff arched his brows.

He declined to answer. Finally clean, he tossed the rag in the bowl of dirty water and pulled up his breeches. “Let us go find some ale.”

Geoff nodded. “Ale would be welcome, but I must needs return tonight. I just wanted you to have fair warning. Be prepared.”

Once they were seated at the back of his great hall, where most everyone was asleep on benches and in bed closets, he turned to his friend, “How are the two princesses doing?”