“Go to sleep, darlin’.” Kirk wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer.
Bess struck a pothole, and she bounced, only Kirk’s arm around her shoulders keeping her in place.
“I won’t sleep for long. This is like a fairground ride.”
“It’ll get worse before we hit Churchill,” Stig said. “Some of the track is rough and rutted. When it gets icy, it’s not a smooth ride.”
Kirk laughed. “Understatement.”
“Did you mean it when you said you’d share me?” she blurted. “How would that work?”
“Have you had anal sex before, darlin’?”
Robert had suggested it. Once. She’d turned him down flat, yet Kirk’s dark whisper in her ear tempted her.
She blinked, a buzz of arousal coasting to her pussy. “No, I’ve never done that.”
“Some women enjoy it,” Kirk murmured. “We could show you. We could take your ass. Your pussy. Your mouth. We could grease up your beautiful breasts and get off by sliding through your cleavage.” He kissed her parted lips. “The possibilities are endless.”
“Two at the same time. I’d never considered…” But she’d read about it and gotten so hot she’d masturbated because Robert had been away at a conference.
Her mouth drew tight as she wondered who else had attended the conference and shared his bed. The size of his betrayal hurt and brought her insecurities to the surface.
What hope did she have of pleasing two men when she hadn’t been enough for Robert? No, that was old Fiona talking. She was the improved model, the adventurous Fiona who ran full tilt at new experiences.
“Imagine four hands touching you. Teasing you.” Kirk paused when she remained silent. He tugged a lock of her hair. “Have I offended you?”
She twisted to peer at his face. She aimed a kiss in the general direction and missed due to the poor lighting. Her lips grazed his chin. The two brothers made her happier and more comfortable than Robert ever had, even with their short acquaintance. “I’m not offended. Dirty talk is a turn-on.”
“That wasn’t dirty,” Stig commented.
“How do you know what Kirk said?”
“I have excellent hearing.” Stig hit a pothole. Bessie bounced out and Stig almost slammed his head against the cab roof.
Kirk cursed. “Fuckin’ road. You’d think the snow would have filled the holes.”
Fiona laughed, but it ended in a squeak when Bessie slid sideways on the ice.
“It’s okay, honey pie.” Stig took one hand off the wheel to pat her knee. “We’re both experienced drivers. We want our new business to succeed, and we intend to make it to Churchill in one piece.”
“I could take your mind off the road,” Kirk whispered.
“How?” Suddenly her fatigue had lifted, curiosity jump-starting her brain.
“You don’t believe me. I bet you a sexy kiss that I’ll soon have you purring like a kitten and you won’t care about the rough road.”
A snort emerged from Stig, and she hid her grin. “Am I meant to dare you or something?”
“Go on, honey pie. Dare him,” Stig said. “I want to see how he intends to make you purr. We haven’t traversed the worst of the road yet.”
His wry tone brought more amusement. She glanced up at Kirk who still had his arm around her shoulders. His eyes glowed in a weird freaky way that pushed thoughts of other worldly creatures to mind. She blinked, and when she refocused, his eyes seemed normal.
“Fiona?” Kirk prompted.
What the hell? Hadn’t she wanted an adventure? “I. Dare. You.”
Kirk hauled her onto his lap. His erection prodded her bottom, and her breath wheezed from her in shock.
