“Got distracted by the scenery,” Stig said in a growly voice. His eyes flickered in that weird fashion she’d noted before. His bear. She tested herself for fear and didn’t have the slightest inclination to run. Instead, she had a million questions. “How often do you—?”
“No,” Kirk interrupted. “No questions. This is the time for action. The time for fucking and fun. The time for pleasure.” He stripped, and she paused a second to study his gorgeous chest. Muscles on muscles. A little body hair and a sexy happy trail…
He had on fewer clothes than her! She yanked at her sweatpants and pushed them down her legs, taking her pink panties with them. She hit a slight obstruction with her thick socks and hopped on one foot, trying to remedy the situation.
“You bounce when you do that,” Stig said helpfully.
She glared at him until she discovered the bounce had distracted him in a big way. She hopped again and removed her sock. Seconds later, she flung the last of her clothes free and paused expectantly. “Ha! I win. You’re both too busy gawking.”
“You’re beautiful,” Stig said. “I knew you would be.”
Kirk stared at her, his brown eyes gleaming, his bear flickering for her to see. “For the record, your ex is an idiot. I adore your curves.”
“His loss. Our gain.” Stig stalked closer with lust shining in his expression.
Fiona backed up, nerves doing a number on her knees. “Um, how are we going to do this?”
“Together.” Stig sprang at her, scooping her off her feet and setting her in the middle of his big bed. He took her lips with confidence and she moaned at the contact.
The truth. While they’d watched the movie, the three brothers had touched and petted and stroked her until every muscle in her body relaxed and she melted like winter snow in the spring. Now, she squeezed her thighs together, desperate for relief.
Another set of fingers, caressed a breast, teasing her nipple to a hard point. She groaned.
“Please.” She squeezed her thighs together a second time.
A mouth replaced the fingers, warm and decadent around her aching nipple. Stig kissed her, stroking his tongue against her while his hand stroked her other breast. He pinched her nipple, tugged to the point of pain and pinched her again. The twin sensations converged in one rush of heat. It roared down her body to collide with the ball of warmth at her core. Squeezing her thighs together didn’t do a thing except frustrate her. She ripped her mouth free from Stig’s.
“Please, make me come,” she demanded.
Stig grinned—a wicked, wicked grin that promised teasing and no relief.
“I can do the job myself,” she warned.
“Don’t fret, darlin’.” Kirk glanced at Stig, and they seemed to communicate without words.
They moved down her body and parted her legs, callused hands stroking her thighs.
“Fiona, you’re so wet and pretty. You want us.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You’ve been teasing me all evening,” she practically wailed. “I need to come.”
Stig stroked a gentle finger down her slit, the pressure too light to give her release. Kirk did the same seconds later.
“Let me,” Stig said.
She saw Kirk nod then his torso blocked her vision. He stripped off his jeans and underwear and straddled her upper torso. She blinked on seeing his erect shaft with its ruddy head. As she watched, a drop of pre-cum beaded on the top. He guided the head of his cock around her lips, and distracted by his move, she darted out her tongue for a taste.
“You’re getting the idea,” he purred. “Take me inside your sweet mouth. Make me feel good.”
She stared at him. “What about me?”
A chuckle sounded from behind Kirk, an instant before a finger, or was that a tongue, caressed her clit. Perhaps she’d cease her arguing and go with the flow instead.
Kirk tapped his cock against her lips in quiet insistence, and she licked across the crown before opening to take him inside her mouth. She traced her tongue over the ridges. His pre-cum spilled more freely, and he pulled in and out with shallow thrusts.
Stig licked the length of her slit and pushed a finger into her empty channel. She shivered as nerve endings stood to attention, forgetting for an instant about the cock in her mouth.
“Jesus, watch the teeth,” Kirk croaked.
