Fiona nodded dumbly, drawn by his polite manners and the yearning in his expression.
He drew her into his arms, his size dwarfing her. She froze, mesmerized by his pretty eyes and his clear need for her. His erection thrust into her belly, noticeable through her thick winter clothes, then his lips touched hers. Tentative at first, until she moaned and dug her fingers into his broad shoulders, trying to press closer. His tongue explored her lips, the softness of her mouth and the contrasting hardness of her teeth. Her heart raced, and her pussy throbbed with emptiness. She drifted on the blissful sensations, safe and happy and contented.
She opened her eyes and blinked when Arve lifted his head and loosened his grip. He smiled down at her, shy yet happy and brushed the back of his hand over her face. For an instant, she thought she glimpsed something weird in his eyes, but her second glance showed her nothing out of the ordinary.
“Wow, that is hot,” someone said.
Fiona jumped and stared at the brothers. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized they were all staring back. She swallowed, feeling like a forbidden treat they wanted, yet couldn’t possess.
Josef winked. “I didn’t realize you had that passion in you, Arve.”
Arve growled, an animalistic snarl, that had the brothers becoming watchful.
“Mine,” Arve said.
“We’ll discuss this later,” Stig said in a no-nonsense voice. “How is the road to Churchill? Are there any problem spots?”
“The road is bumpy in places. The ice bridges are strong and stable.” Josef rushed to fill the silence. “You bore the worst of the storm.”
“We’d better move if we want to arrive in Churchill before midnight,” Kirk said.
Fiona risked a glance at each of the brothers, embarrassed by her wanton behavior. She had no idea what had happened to her, but she didn’t normally throw herself around and behave like a sex toy.
“Mine,” Arve whispered.
“I think we’ve got that,” Josef snapped. “We’ll discuss this later.”
For an instant, violence simmered in the air, and it seemed as if they all held their breath. Fiona certainly did.
“We’ll discuss this once we all hit Churchill,” Arve announced. “Don’t leave for your next load until we get back.”
“Fine,” Stig said. “But that’s not good business.”
Josef grinned. “This is more important.”
“Ass,” Kirk muttered.
“Do you agree?” Arve persisted.
“Yes,” Kirk snapped. “We agree. Fiona, you’d better take your photos, and we’ll get moving.”
Fiona frowned at the brothers, not understanding what they were discussing. She removed her lens cap and stepped away, almost falling on her butt when her feet skidded in two different directions.
“Whoa.” She flung her arms upward, trying to save herself. The windmilling limbs failed to aid her balance and she braced for a fall.
It didn’t happen.
Josef, who stood nearest, seized her before she hit the ice.
She blinked up at him, breathless in the face of her clumsiness. “Thanks.”
He held out his arm, his smile one of charm, yet with a hint of the rogue. “What did you want to photograph?”
“The owl, if it’s still there, and scenery shots. Oh, and I want to take a photo of Bess and Harold.” She lifted her camera and snapped two quick photos of the vast tundra. Harold filled her screen next, and she turned to take one of Bess. She framed a shot with Kirk, Stig and Arve too.
“The owl has gone, honey pie.” Stig smiled. “We might see more before it gets dark again.”
“Aren’t you going to take one of me?” Josef asked, cocking a hip and grinning.
She snapped a photo of him, then turned to take individual ones of the other brothers. “Thanks,” she said. “That’s enough for now.”
“Don’t forget,” Josef reminded them. “Wait for us in Churchill.”
“We’ve said we’d wait,” Stig snapped. “We need to get this sorted before Ma appears.”
“Agreed,” Josef said, his grin falling away.
Each of the men straightened. The tension released from Fiona’s shoulders. Whatever the brothers were discussing had nothing to do with her. It was a family thing. Family stress and expectations, she understood.
Family pushed the buttons to inflict the greatest pain.
