A faint growl filled the cabin, but before she could wonder at its source or investigate, Kirk rolled a fraction, pressing her in to the makeshift bed. A second later, his lips claimed hers. She froze at first, the heat of his mouth taking her by surprise. His lips explored hers without haste, then he deepened the contact, his tongue smoothing and teasing hers.
If thoughts of his kiss had rocketed her heart rate, the actual kiss detonated her pulse. She moaned against his lips, parted their mouths for a quick breath, before allowing herself to be drawn back into the sensual exchange. He flexed his hips once and she realized the close physical proximity had affected him too.
Stig settled beside her, his body heat sinking into her side. A grumble vibrated through him, and Kirk lifted his head, slowly licking his lips.
“Runt is impatient for his turn to kiss you.” Laughter shaded his voice as he peeled away from her. He shunted her toward his brother.
“About time.” Stig covered her mouth with his, letting her get used to his caress for a few seconds before he got serious with seductive licks and nibbles.
A pulse stirred at her throat as he nipped her lower lip and tasted her. Her fingers crept upward to his spiky buzz cut hair as she sank into the sensations. The tastes. The scents. His soft groan of enjoyment. The brothers kissed differently. Kirk had been tentative but Stig dived right in until every muscle in her body softened and her toes curled. When Stig parted their lips and lifted his head, his blue eyes glowed in an unearthly manner. Weird. It was as if another being lurked inside him. She blinked twice and when he smiled at her, she saw the face she was becoming fond of in a big way.
“Who kisses better?” Kirk demanded, his big hand caressing her shoulder. Apparently, he needed more because he burrowed his fingers beneath her jacket. The polar neck she wore defeated his questing touch, but the heat through the fabric still set her pulse and breath racing.
Stig snorted. “Insecure much?”
“Don’t spoil it,” Fiona said. “Both kisses were divine.” She gusted out a sigh. “If anyone had told me a week ago I’d be in the middle of a snow storm with two sexy men, I would have told them they had rocks in their head.”
“You think we’re sexy?” Kirk demanded.
Stig let out another snort, and a grin stretched her mouth.
“Hey, this could be important,” Kirk said.
“True,” Stig drawled. “We want to get to know you better. Before our brothers come on the scene.”
He stressed thebetterpart and a blush raced across her cheeks, sinking down to her chest.
“But we met today,” she whispered, both appalled and turned on by his words. She never jumped into situations with both feet, not without considering the consequences first. She’d never had a one-night stand. “Besides, I couldn’t choose between the two of you, and why would it matter when I meet the rest of your brothers?”
“You might like them too,” Stig murmured.
The two brothers exchanged a glance, one she failed to interpret. Kirk gave an imperceptible nod, and as one the two men turned their focus on her.
A full body shiver swept her, a swift kick of awareness, of possibilities.
“What if you didn’t have to choose?” Stig whispered.
“What? I don’t understand.”
“What Runt means is that we’d be willing to share.”
* * * * *
Arve Swenson pushed and cajoled Harold up a hill. He swore under his breath as they hit a rut and his head thudded against the roof of the cab. Darkness squeezed in on them, only Harold’s headlights illuminating the icy wilderness.
“Heehaw!” Josef whooped.
Arve cast an aggrieved glower at his younger brother, but nothing dampened Josef’s good spirits for long. He was the joker, the clown of the family. The glass half full brother when everyone grumbled about empty coffers and Ma’s propensity for grandchildren.
Harold bumped and skidded over a long series of ruts, and Arve gripped the wheel and gritted his teeth. He’d hoped the new snow would fill the pits on their road but no. The worst of the storm had hit farther south. Kirk and Runt would’ve received the brunt of the snow and wild winds.
The wipers made quick work of the falling flakes, but the wind still howled and whistled, flinging them sideways on the slick icy parts of the road. Arve strained to keep their vehicle on the track. The last thing they needed was to hit a snowbank and get stuck.
“There’s the sign for the lake ice crossing,” Josef said with a grin. “I like the way the ice creaks and groans under Harold.”
“You would.” Arve eased his foot off the accelerator as he edged Harold onto the frozen lake. The lack of visibility made it difficult to follow the road and he slowed a fraction more.
“To the right,” Josef said.
