“Nah, I’m good.” Stig peered into the distance. “That’s Harold.”
“Who’s Harold?” Fiona stared in the direction Stig scanned and couldn’t see a thing except snow and trees of the pine variety.
“It’s the name of the vehicle our brothers are driving,” Kirk said. “They made good time.”
“They didn’t have to deal with the weather and bad roads,” Stig countered. “We should get Leif to do a run with the cat over that bad section. It slowed us down.”
Kirk grunted. “Leif will tell us to harden up and grow a pair.”
“No problem. We’ll let him take a stint in Bess or Harold and see what song he’s playing then,” Stig said.
Fiona continued staring at the horizon, and finally, she made out another vehicle.
“Check out the hooter,” Stig said. “Two o’clock on that big rock.”
“An owl,” Kirk translated and pointed to their right.
“Ooh! I see him,” She stared at the snowy white blob. As they drove closer, she made out the faint black speckles on the owl’s white feathers. “He’s so pretty. I should get my camera.”
“Once we get to Churchill, we’ll organize a drive on the tundra for you,” Stig promised. “We might see more owls.” He pulled up as Harold lumbered toward them at a steady pace. “Want to stretch your legs for a few minutes? You can grab your camera and snap pics.”
Fiona zipped up her jacket and straightened her beanie. She rifled through her day pack and pulled out her camera. “Is the owl still there?”
“He is.” Kirk opened the door and a polar blast frisked her cheeks. He jumped down with a grace she could never match—according to Robert. Fiona scowled and forced her jaw to relax. She refused to let Robert spoil this adventure for her.
She clambered toward the door and wriggled from the cab. Kirk reached up and lifted her down as if she weighed nothing. She laughed up at him and he sneaked a kiss, then nuzzled his cold nose against hers.
“I believe I’ll take a kiss before Harold arrives,” Stig said and he nudged Kirk away from her. He took her mouth without prevarication, owning her with his dominant kiss.
Fiona clung to his shoulders and enjoyed the hell out of his expertise. She floated on the edge of bliss, needing to breathe but wanting to prolong her contact with this sexy man. If someone asked her to choose between the two brothers, she couldn’t. Their innate confidence and strong, sexy bodies, their goodness and generosity made them attractive and enticing.
Was it bad of her that she couldn’t wait to see them both naked?
Stig drew back, but he maintained his grip on her butt. “You are so fuckin’ hot. I can’t wait to explore your luscious body.” He grinned down at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “Are you going to let me touch your pussy? I’ve been dreaming about your taste and getting my mouth on your clit.”
Kirk moved closer and nudged Stig, so he released her. When the vehicle—Harold—crawled to a halt, she stood between the two brothers.
A big, burly man jumped from behind the wheel and strode over to them. He was blond too, a darker blond than Kirk’s white blond. Once he stood in front of them, he ignored everyone except her. Fiona had to crane her neck since he towered over his brothers.
“This is Arve,” Stig whispered to her.
He ignored his brothers, his focus on her. It should have been creepy because he stripped her with his gaze, yet the gentle humor in his expression and his glowing golden-brown eyes had her lips curving in a smile.
“Hello, Arve,” she said.
“Mine,” Arve whispered in reverence. He picked up her hand and lifted it to his lips. The second his mouth contacted her skin, sparks shot down her arm. She gasped.
“You’re scaring her,” the second new arrival said. And he ducked between her and Arve. His golden blond hair sparkled in the light while his brown eyes mesmerized her with the circles of gold on the outer edge of his irises. “Oh, okay,” he said after scrutinizing her face and roving her body with his gaze. “I get it. I’m Josef, the fun brother.”
With scarcely a blink, he seized her and swept her into a Hollywood-style kiss. She squeaked at the suddenness and grabbed his shoulders, fearful of falling on her butt in the snow.
A growl had Josef stiffening and he lifted her until she stood on her feet again.
“I want a kiss too,” the giant brother said.
The other three brothers stepped back, leaving her standing alone in front of the scowling giant. He wouldn’t hurt her—would he? His intense gaze settled on her, and she shivered at the need that rippled through her. The Arctic air contained magic, something that propelled sex into her mind in a nymphomaniac kind of way. Beneath her jacket, her nipples beaded to hard points, and hyperawareness sank to the juncture of her thighs. Her sex throbbed, the sensitive tissues soft and dewy with her arousal.
“Can I kiss you, pretty lady?”
