BILL: Filthy Modern Vikings (The Jorgensen's Book 2) Read online

  BIll

  MK Moore

  Breeding Nation Publishing

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About the Author

  Bill

  By MK Moore

  © MK Moore 2019 Breeding Nation Publishing

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Bill

  I was fine with my lot in life until everything changed.

  My cheating wife left me and suddenly I didn't know who I was anymore.

  Then I met a fresh little Daisy. Passion I didn't know existed brought me to my knees.

  I may be a man of God, but I am just a man.

  Daisy

  Light and Paradise took on a whole new meaning when I met him.

  Pastor Bill, a man so amazing I prayed he could be mine.

  Thank God for answered prayers.

  I know I'm meant for him, now he knows it too.

  This is Jorgenson's short story- one that's a little taboo and a lotta sweet.

  Playlist that inspired Bill

  Thank God I Got Her by Jonny Diaz

  God Gave Me You by Blake Shelton

  Take My Breath Away by Berlin

  The Book Of Love by The Magnetic Fields

  For You (Fifty Shades Free) by Liam Payne and Rita Ora

  Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flats

  Meant to Be by Sammy Kershaw

  Chapter One

  “I have found the one whom my soul loves.” -Song of Solomon 3:4

  Bill

  I can’t believe that I am single again after all these years. Twenty years ago, while I was still in high school, I married Elaine Hill after I got her pregnant. I was the quarterback on the football team and she was the cheer captain. We were also nominated as the prom king and queen. Everyone expected that we'd end up together. So we did.

  Most people, outside of our marriage, thought it was a fairytale. Instead, it was kind of a nightmare. While, I could and would never consider my daughter, Hailey, a mistake. I find that her mother is one. The biggest of my life.

  After graduation, I went out of state to college to study theology. I should have known something was up when Elaine refused to go with me, but honestly I was relieved. It sounds terrible, but I know it was for the best. She chose to stay in our little apartment over Luigi’s on Main Street in our hometown of Bleak, Minnesota.

  My grandfather recently hired her to work in our family’s jewelry store, which was a few storefronts down from our apartment. While she was still pregnant with our daughter, she met a man at the store who was looking for a necklace for his mother. I, of course, didn’t learn about this until six months ago.

  Elaine never participated in any activities dealing with my church. I've only been the head pastor for the last five years. Prior to that, I was the youth minister. When Pastor Jones retired, the board asked me to take over. It was the right decision for me, but Elaine was dead set against it. Now I know why. The Church of God is located on Main Street in Bleak. It is the only non-denominational church in the Southern tip of Minnesota.

  I was focused entirely on school and then on my daughter, that I didn’t realize Elaine and I hadn’t had sex in years. Years. It wasn’t important to her and I wasn't going to make her. I chalked it up to the post-partum depression she was claiming to have. In sickness and in health, and before I knew it the years rolled by and turned into twenty and our daughter is a young adult. The day our daughter left for college was the end of our marriage according to Elaine. She left a letter telling me that we are over and now that Hailey is an adult, she finally feels like she can be with the man she loves.

  It turns out that man is Tim Norton, the unmarried mayor of Moosehead. They caused quite a scandal in both Bleak and Moosehead, but who was I to keep Elaine from the love of her life? We were way too young when we got married.

  I am shocked my father didn’t try and stop me for allowing the divorce to go through. He was always spouting the “when you know, you know,” philosophy on love. The kind of love he and my mother have as well as my grandparents.

  Elaine wasn’t it for me. There was no love between us. It was as plain as day, but no one said anything. I should have known when she refused the handfasting ceremony that we’d never last. The day I was served with the divorce papers, I signed them without incident. Suddenly, I was free. Free to figure out who I want to be in this life. My love of God will never change it's who I am, but everything else needs an overhaul.

  Once Elaine moved out, women from my congregation were suddenly throwing themselves at me. While I have to admit I did like the attention, it would not be setting a good example for my flock. Besides, I am not ready to jump into another situation where it could turn out to be like my first marriage. If and when I decide to get married again it will be for all the reasons a joining of two lives should be, and not for anyone else’s expectations.

  Today, I am in my office located in an outbuilding behind the church writing my sermon for Sunday. It’s a tiny tin-can, but it’s peaceful enough for me to get my work done. My brother is getting married tomorrow and I won’t have time to write it after that.

  “Dad?” I hear Hailey calling from the little entryway where my secretary usually sits. I don’t currently have one, since Mrs. Gandy retired last year.

  “I’m in here, noodle,” I reply. When she was younger, my little girl was tall and very skinny. Because of that, I called her noodle and it seemed to stick. My entire family calls her that to this day, much to her dismay. For me, she will always be my little noodle no matter how tall or how old she gets.

  When she walks into the room I hardly notice, because the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is standing next to her. Her mass of blonde curls and big green eyes immediately draw me to her. She has a heart-shaped face with pouty lips that are intriguing. Above all, her pleasingly plump body looks ripe for the taking. She’s not as tall as Hailey, but she isn’t short either. She’d fit nicely in my arms. My body’s reaction to her is immediate and primal, and my cock hardens for the first time in years.

 
Twenty plus years is a long time to go without the warmth of a woman, but this feels as if it could be something more. I start to stand, but then suddenly remember the state of my cock.

  “Dad, this is Daisy. She is my best friend from school and is going to stay with us for the weekend if that’s cool? She’s going to be my plus one for Uncle Loki’s wedding tomorrow. Daisy, this is my dad, Bill. Everyone calls him Pastor,” Hailey says.

  The rehearsal dinner for Loki and Tabitha was last night and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Their love, as well as the love of my other brother, Brick and his wife, Lanie makes me uncomfortable. I thought I’d never understand what they are feeling, but with this little girl standing in front of me, I am beginning to feel something akin to hope. And hope isn’t something I’ve felt, since I was in tenth grade if I’m honest.

  “Considering she is already here, I don’t see why not,” I say with a huge grin and a wink at the girls. It is my way of letting them know I am harassing them about the imposition of the impromptu guest. And giving myself a little time to get my body under control. I hope.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Daisy,” I say while extending my hand, which she shakes. The contact from our hands touching sends a spark up my arm, and from the little gasp she is feeling it too. God, I would give anything to hear the gasp she made, as I am sliding all nine inches of me into her.

  Now, I am a praying man. But at this moment, I have never prayed harder for something in my life. I need this woman to be mine. I may be a man of God, but I’m also a man with needs. Daisy calls to me on a level that she shouldn’t. She’s way too young for me, but I’m afraid that’s not going to stop me. Her hand is still gripping mine when Hailey clears her throat bringing me back to the present.

  “Uh? Earth to Dad?” She says waving a hand in front of my face. I gently release Daisy’s hand, though I don’t want to. Already, the feeling of her hand is imprinted on my body and in my mind.

  “Yeah, noodle? Sorry. What’s up?” I ask finally taking my gaze off Daisy.

  “I only wanted to see if you will be home for dinner. Daisy makes a mean chili and I know you’ll love it.”

  “Yeah, Ok. I should be home around three-thirty.” I notice that Daisy still hasn’t said anything. Not anything at all and right now I need to hear her voice.

  “It was nice to meet you, Daisy. I look forward to dinner,” I say with my eyes locking on hers once again.

  “It's nice to meet you too, Pastor,” she says while licking her lips. With the little flash of pink from her tongue, she has me sweating. Her voice is angelic and husky at the same time. The two young ladies turn and leave my office.

  I continue to sit there and try to finish my sermon, but it’s no use. The only thing I can think about is Miss Daisy and all the depraved things I want to do to her. I run my fingers over my bearded chin for something to do and her eyes follow the movement, before she fully disappears out of my sight. She has just now sealed our fates.

  I am so fucked.

  Chapter Two

  Daisy

  What. The. Fuck. Was. That? I shouldn’t be having naughty thoughts about my best friends dad. Dads are supposed to be old and not hot looking at all. But, Pastor Bill is both of those things and more. He has more muscles on his body than any man ought to and his tan skin would be a stark contrast to my pale skin. Was there a scar on his face? And why does that make him even hotter?

  I know that I’m looking at him as if I was a deer in the headlights, but I’m unable to look away. It’s as if I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Hailey is talking away about something, but if anyone quizzed me about it I’d be hard-pressed to venture a guess at what she’s saying. I am unable to take my eyes off of this man, and what a man he is.

  His short thick beard reminds me of the Vikings I love so much. As a history major, I am fascinated by Norse mythology. I also have an obsession with reading every dirty Viking romance novel I can get my hands on. He’s making me squirm with his lust filled gaze, though I wouldn’t know for sure. I have no idea what men want or what they think, because of my lack of experience.

  I’m only a year older than Hailey and she became my best friend after we started sharing a dorm room over six months ago. After graduating high school, I decided to take two years off to travel the world. A lot of my time was spent in the Scandinavian countries of Denmark, Sweden, and my personal favorite, Norway. I soaked up the ancient culture, even getting “light and paradise” tattooed on my wrist with the symbol for infinity around it. I also have a tattoo on my back that took almost two years to complete. It is my vision of how Valhalla looks. The Norse paradise for those who died in battle.

  I am twenty years old and I am saving myself for marriage. In this day and age, I know that it makes me weird. It has always been my goal for my future husband to know that I saved myself for him. I consciously chose to be pure for him, so that he never has to worry where I’ve been or what I’ve done. He will be the only man who I will ever know his kiss, hands, and his cock. I may be innocent but it doesn’t mean I don’t know about things.

  Hailey grabs my arm and begins to pull me from her father’s office. I never got a chance to say hardly anything to him. He stands as we are leaving and reaches for me, but then quickly drops his hand. I feel my eyes widen automatically as I notice the bulge in the front of his gray slacks. The sleeves of his white dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows, which revealed a hint of a tattoo. Once we are in the hallway, I can take a deep calming breath. My panties are sticking to me obscenely and that has never happened to me before.

  “What’s up with you, girl?” Hailey asks me.

  “N-n-nothing,” I stutter. Shit, I gotta pull it together.

  “Yeah right. I saw the way you were looking at my dad and the way he was looking at you,” she says pointedly, as we walk out of the church office and into the overcast sky. The blast of icy cold air on my cheeks instantly cools my overheated body. This is Minnesota in February. Of course, it’s about to snow. I zip my puffy jacket up against the cold and follow Hailey to her big ass four-wheel drive Jeep Compass.

  “What? He wasn’t looking at me in any way,” I say, hoping that isn’t true. I want him to look at me and see everything he’s ever wanted, but there is no way a man like him would want a girl like me. While I am usually confident in my looks, he makes me want more than I should. I’m being delusional, I know. We’ve just met and barely spoke. I’m already picking out china patterns. Get a friggin’ grip, I tell myself.

  “Oh, but I think you were looking at him, right?” she asks with mirth sparkling in her eyes.

  “I couldn’t help it,” I say totally frustrated. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but your dad is hot,” I say as my cheeks heat.

  “That is something I’ve heard my whole life. Just do me a favor and don’t tell me about you guys banging. That is something I can’t and won’t be able to handle,” she says laughing.

  “What? I am so not going to bang your dad.” I’m not saying that it wouldn’t be nice, but I am sticking to my values. Aren’t I?

  “Yes, you will. Why do think I waited until my mom left for good before I brought you around to him? I have a strong feeling you two are meant to be together.”

  “How can you possibly know that?” I ask incredulously. What kind of daughter wants her father to be with someone who is only a year older than her?

  “Trust me. You’ll see what I’m talking about,” she says cryptically, before starting the car. Thank God the vehicle hasn’t had enough time to cool down and the heat is still blowing hot. While I was all hot and bothered in Bill’s office, two seconds outside and I’m freezing my tits off.

  Sure enough, as soon as we pull out on the road it starts snowing. Thankfully, we had already went to the grocery store while we were still in St. Paul. Before long, we are pulling up in front of a building in the downtown area of Bleak.

  “Why are we stopping here?” I ask concerned. It’s already noon
and my chili sauce needs several hours to simmer.

  “My dad lives here.” Hmm, that doesn’t seem right.

  “For some reason, I always imagined that you lived in a big house somewhere.”

  “We did, but my dad sold the house. He didn’t want to live there anymore and now lives here.” She says.

  “He must have really loved your mom,” I say. Suddenly I am finding it hard to breathe with how hard my chest muscles are clenching up.

  “Uh, no I don’t think so. Honestly, my parent's marriage was a sham and even I could see it. I think it was too big for one person. My mom now lives in the mayor’s mansion in the next town over with her fiancé.”

  “That was quick. Didn’t you say they only got divorced six months ago?” I ask, being a nosy bitch.

  “Oh yeah. It turns out my mom has been with the Moosehead mayor for around twenty years.”

  “What? She cheated on your dad?” I screech completely taken aback by this fact. And she said it so casually my head is spinning. What kind of dumbass would do something like that?

  “Oh yeah. Quite the scandal,” she says laughing.

  “Aren’t you like, I don’t know, shocked or something?” I know I am.

  “Not really. In fact, it all makes perfect sense now,” she says shrugging. I let the subject drop and brace myself for the cold. We get out of the car, grab our bags, and the groceries.

  Hailey shows me around the two bedroom and one bath apartment. It looks unlived in and I instantly feel bad for him. A man needs a good hearth or something like that. I don't know what it means. It is something my mom says. As soon as I set my shit down I text my mom for the answer. Not knowing would drive me batshit crazy.