“Of course. Ask me or any of my brothers. It’s best not to ask Ma anything. She intends to head out today, so we shouldn’t run into her.”
“She’s scary.”
Kirk laughed and winked. “Like an evil witch.”
* * * * *
The town of Churchill nestled on the edge of Hudson Bay. Vehicles drove down the broad main street, slowing for pedestrians. A contrast to the hustle of Fort Lauderdale. The buildings—a hodgepodge of shapes and sizes—looked nondescript and blended with the terrain. No individuality or pops of color here. The rooftops and some parked vehicles bore a layer of fresh snow, although snowplows had already cleared the road leading into town.
Fiona sat cocooned between Kirk and Stig, excitement bubbling through her. She couldn’t wait to get outside to take photos.
“Oh, a café,” she said. “Do they do coffee?”
“They do,” Kirk said. “We can grab a coffee from Gypsy’s once we unload and are open for business.”
“Deal. I’m buying.” Her stomach gurgled. “I’m starving.”
“Heck, we didn’t feed you this morning,” Stig said, aghast. “You should’ve said something.”
Fiona shrugged, unconcerned. “We had coffee. Besides, we’ve had drama. We haven’t had time to eat.”
Stig spluttered while Kirk chortled.
“I’ve never heard Ma referred to as drama before.” Kirk’s eyes widened a fraction and his mouth twitched.
“She is a drama queen,” Stig muttered.
Kirk pulled up in front of a vacant shop. It didn’t take long to set out the boxes of produce on the plain wooden trestle tables inside. They whisked the lids off the boxes to display the apples and oranges, plus the potatoes, carrots, onions and leeks.
“You need a sign to attract customers,” Fiona said.
“We have an old blackboard.” Stig pointed at the empty board.
“I’ll do the sign. Where is the chalk?”
Kirk handed her a box of chalk, and she got busy, drawing vegetables on one side of the board and a list of the items available for sale. With the sign done, Kirk and Fiona left Stig in charge and went to buy coffee and pastries for three.
Gypsy’s Bakery was doing a brisk trade with both locals and tourists. The locals fell silent when they entered and placed their coats on the coatrack. Fiona wondered if she had a dirty face, but soon realized Kirk made them nervous.
Shrugging, she dragged him to the end of the line. “Which pastries should we get? I love donuts.”
The line moved briskly until they reached the elderly woman taking orders behind the counter. Strands of gray hair had come loose from her pony tail and the heat in the café had turned them frizzy.
Fiona studied the contents of the cabinet again and beamed with satisfaction. “Three large white coffees and three of the jam doughnuts please.”
The woman rang up her order and took her money.
“Do you need any fresh fruit or vegetables for your café?” she asked the woman. “We’re grabbing coffee before we open for business next door.”
“You have vegetables?” the woman demanded, lines digging in to her forehead. She leaned forward a fraction as she handed over Fiona’s change.
“Yes,” Fiona confirmed.
“Edward,” the elderly woman shouted.
A large dark-haired man exited the steamy kitchen, a white apron tied around his thick waist.
The elderly woman jerked her thumb at Fiona. “She says they have fresh vegetables for sale.”
“We do,” Fiona said, forcing her lips to a smile. What was wrong with these people? “If you come straightaway, you’ll get first dibs. We’re about to open for business.”
The man gave a sharp jerk of his stubble-covered chin. “I’ll come over.”
They collected their coffee and donuts and ambled back to the shop. Fiona propped the door open while Kirk took out the blackboard sign.
The man from the café appeared first, a wary expression on his face until he saw the vegetables. His smile grew on seeing the apples. “Can you help me carry the produce back to the café?”
“Of course we can,” Fiona said. “What would you like?”
After their initial sale to the café, business picked up, and Fiona served harried mothers, elderly grandmothers and a child who wanted a shiny red apple. She slipped him the apple and promised herself she’d pay for it later.
By the time Leif arrived, they were down to their last leek, five apples and a dozen potatoes.
Leif stared at the empty boxes. “You sold out quicker than I expected.”
“Fiona’s doing,” Stig said. “She made our first sale to Gypsy’s and the locals poured in after that.”
Leif wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a swift hug. “Thank you. We were taking a risk bringing in the produce, but now we’ve recouped our money and the locals will at least consider using us to haul their freight.”
“I never realized you were having a tough time with the locals.”
“They find it hard to trust us because we’re different,” Stig said.
“Your existence isn’t a secret though.”
“No, one of our elders developed a drinking problem. He shifted and ran about the town making an ass of himself. He ended up in polar bear jail, outing us when Ma had to retrieve his butt from lockup. That was about five years ago, but the local humans still worry about their safety when we’re around,” Leif explained.
“I can understand their fear if you prowled the town and attacked them, but has anyone else ended up in jail?” Fiona asked.
Leif shook his head. “Ma keeps the pack under control.”
“I guess it will take time,” Fiona said. “Everyone seemed excited to get fresh produce. They’ll warm to you eventually.”
“I hope so,” Kirk said. “We like it here in Churchill. The weather suits us, and we’re handy to the ice.”
A tall dark-haired man wandered into the store. He scanned their faces, then the remaining fruit and vegetables. “I’ll take what you have left,” he said and pulled out a leather wallet. “How much?”
Fiona told him and gave him change for a twenty. “Thank you.”
He nodded and ambled out of the store without a backward glance.
“Who was that?” Leif asked.
Kirk shrugged. “No idea. I haven’t seen him before. Maybe he’s one of the new researchers with the Polar Bear study.”
Fiona rubbed her hands together. “Where are you taking me sightseeing? I want to see a real polar bear.”
Leif growled, and she laughed. These men were big, bad polar bear shifters, but she held no fear of them while Robert had hassled and scared her enough for her to leave town. Even more, the brothers were fun to spend time with and so handsome, it was difficult to choose a target Swenson to scrutinize. A pity that her adventure would end and she’d have to face reality and Robert soon.
Swenson Brothers Times Five
“Are you and Kirk going to drive to Gillam for another load?” Fiona sat on the couch in the den, beside Leif. The closing credits for the first Die Hard movie played on the big screen TV as she scanned their faces.
“No, we don’t have any orders.” Stig picked up one of Josef’s polar bear carvings and fingered it, an unhappy scowl etched into his face.
“Arve and Josef are bringing more produce and another lot of dried dog food. We’re hoping that once the locals see we’re reliable, they’ll hire us to bring in some of their purchases,” Leif added.
Kirk stood abruptly and stretched his hands above his head. “Fiona, it’s time for bed.”
She frowned. “But I’m not tired.”
Stig’s blue eyes glowed, and he winked at her. “Who says we’re going to sleep?”
Leif groaned. “The pair of you have no finesse.”
“Says the brother who bonked her stupid last night,” Kirk said.
Fiona couldn’t restrain her grin. She searched her heart for shame and embarrassment since she
intended to spend the night with both. Nothing except excitement pulsed through her veins. “I guess I could relax in the bedroom.”
Leif rolled his eyes and lifted her onto his lap. “I need a goodnight kiss before you go off with these two youngsters.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond, suiting actions to his words. His arms wrapped around her, steel bands of muscle, yet his superior bulk didn’t disturb her or bring a sliver of fear. In his embrace, she found a sense of security and her feminine power surged. Their lips collided, soft at first before morphing to purposeful and passionate. The caring embroidered into the smooch thrilled her to her toes. She sank into the kiss, soaking up the pleasure and giving back as good as she received. When he set her back on her feet, her pulse raced.
“That should keep me going for tonight.” He smoothed his hand over her backside before giving her a brisk tap to send her on her way. “I’ll see you in the morning. I’m hoping Arve and Josef will hit Churchill tomorrow night. I might call them to check their progress.”
Stig took her hand and twined their fingers together. “Are you all right with this?”
“I thought we would sleep,” she replied with feigned innocence.
“Don’t try to talk her out of hot sex with both of us, numbskull.”
“What we’re doing is not considered normal by humans,” Stig said with dignity. “I… We never want to coerce you. You should never feel as if we’re bullying you.”
“You mean that your mother’s accusations will be on everyone’s lips,” she said, liking him for his honesty and his need to reassure her. She got the sense that if she said no that would be it. It might not be what the brothers wanted, but they’d follow her wishes and accept her decision.
Stig eyed her with a touch of sympathy. “Well, yes.”
“And the same labels wouldn’t apply to you and your brothers.”
“Perhaps,” Stig said as he ushered her to his bedroom.
Fiona caught her breath and tried to marshal her thoughts. “Robert used me, treated me as a cheap commodity. He’s still arguing he deserves half of my money. All this time, he pretended he loved me, and now I’ve discovered our relationship was a mirage built on greed. It’s different with you and your brothers. You’re not pressuring me, and my instincts are whispering to me.”
Kirk opened the door to Stig’s bedroom. “What’s your gut telling you?”
“To enjoy the hell out of myself before you decide you’ve made a mistake in choosing me.”
Stig tweaked her nose. “No chance of that with our bears driving us to mate with you.”
“Enough talk.” Kirk shunted her and his brother into the bedroom before locking the door. “I want to see you naked. I’ve a yearning to lick you all over.”
His emphasis on all brought a swift influx of heat to her cheeks. “Only if I get to explore too.”
“Yes,” Kirk shouted. “She’s getting with the program. I bet I can strip off quicker than you.”
Fiona loved a good challenge. She toed off her shoes and ripped off the long-sleeve shirt she’d borrowed from Stig. It dropped to the floor. Next, she whipped her T-shirt over her head. A flick at the back of her bra had it dropping down her arms. She paused to see the men’s progress and slowed.
“Hey, this is meant to be a contest.”
“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.
The finger disappeared from her channel and the brief forays across and around her clit ceased. Eyes she hadn’t remembered closing snapped open. She widened her mouth and attempted to mask her teeth.
“Better,” Kirk grumbled, but she saw the flash of humor on his features and the lurking bear in his eyes see
med to sparkle. The bear part didn’t seem strange any longer. Their otherness fascinated and captivated her, and she looked forward to learning more about the brothers and their pack, despite their scary mother.
Stig resumed his teasing licks, and a tremble worked through her. This time she managed her teeth better, and the two men worked in concert. A hand—she wasn’t sure who it belonged to—strummed her nipple. The touches, the smells, the sounds…everything aligned and the beginnings of orgasm shimmered through her. She groaned around Kirk’s cock and concentrated on taking his increasingly urgent strokes.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her pussy. Stig gave her clitoris direct pressure—light and precise. The orgasm settled over her in languorous waves. Perfect. Just perfect.
Stig eased back on the stimulation and resumed his former teasing while Kirk increased his pace. She focused on breathing through her nose, tears leaking from her eyes as he thrust deeper. He came without warning, his seed jetting down her throat. She swallowed, but a few drops spilled from her mouth before he pulled free.
“Thank you, darlin’.” He leaned over to press a tender kiss to her lips. “That was awesome.”
“My turn,” Stig said cheerfully. “On all fours, Fiona.”
Kirk lifted her, and the two men had her in position before she could blink. Stig covered her from behind and pushed inside her with an easy stroke.
“I get to play,” Kirk whispered in her ear, his warm breath and his husky rumble making her shiver. Hands stroked and teased. Her hip. Her breasts. Her lips. Her clit. And all the time, Stig continued his plunges into her body, massaging her internally. She rocked back against him, fire whipping through her until every part of her sang. Good. So, so good. Kirk and Stig played her like a fine instrument until she flew apart at the seams and shattered.
* * * * *
The next night, Leif savored the warm body curled so trustingly against his. They’d spent the day organizing more produce to collect on their next trip to Gillam and doing some maintenance on Bessie and the sleds. During the afternoon, they’d shown Fiona the town amenities and driven out to the fort.
They hadn’t seen bears yet, but Fiona hadn’t complained. She was a treasure. The future loomed uncertain but one thing remained clear. He didn’t want her to leave. His brothers didn’t want her to return to Florida either. Somehow, Fiona had glued them into a tight, productive and loving unit. No matter what Ma said, no matter the opinions of the citizens of Churchill, Fiona was the best thing that had ever happened to them.
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