"You had that reputation before, DAD." Mikkel was hanging on the Swede while they spoke. It felt so good. "Now everyone knows you're dirty too."

He let his hands drift on Sigurd's chest. "Get your booze and lose your clothes?" Mikkel started giggling and pulled back, slipping out of the bralette and setting it on Sigurd's head. He felt high from being protected and wasn't coming down.