“Guess who else loves ya, sugar,” he whispered.
She moaned into Axel’s mouth, but the kiss continued until he raised his arms to let her pull off his shirt, which joined her robe on the floor. She reached for his pants, but his hands were already there. The spaghetti strap on her right shoulder fell off, thanks to Gunnar’s efforts. She turned toward him, found him gloriously nude. Though she expected an impudent grin on his face, she saw only sincerity and passion.
She smiled. “Guess who loves you too.”
Gunnar grinned and tugged the other strap of her nightgown. A smooth caress sent it over her hips and to the floor while Gunnar leaned closer to brush her lips with his. Then he slid his arm around her waist and hoisted her up against his hard body.
Draping her arms around his shoulders, she gave herself over to the kiss. Gunnar whirled with her in his arms and fell onto the bed. Seconds later Axel crawled onto the bed to join them. Gunnar’s hands mapped her body, leaving behind pleasurable tingles everywhere he touched.
They positioned her between them on her back while they propped themselves up on elbows and gazed at her, each man slowly skimming her body with hot palms, tantalizing fingers.
She closed her eyes for a second and reveled in the gentleness they showed toward her.
“Dakota,” Axel said, gaining her attention.
“Hmm?”
“After tonight, there’ll never be another woman for us but you.”
She smiled.
“We want to claim you as our mate, the woman who will someday bear our children…when you’re ready.”
Her smile grew as Gunnar teased one of her nipples and Axel continued to speak.
“But we didn’t exactly expect to end up in your bed tonight, and I know you aren’t ready for children, yet.
Neither of us brought protection.”
“Oh. Well, that’s okay,” she said in an attempt to sound convincing. It was nice that he thought of that when she hadn’t, but she didn’t want to stop now either. She wasn’t ready for kids just yet, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t ready to be theirs, now and forever.
“No, it’s not okay. Your desires and needs are most important to us. We’ll know someday when the time is right, and it’ll be a choice we three make together.
Okay?”
Her smile back in place, she nodded.
“Good. Until then, do you trust us to ensure that you won’t get pregnant?”
She raised her eyebrows. “How do you plan to do that?”
He smiled. “Do you trust us?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He bent over her to press a kiss on her lips. Gunnar slid his palm down her body, between her thighs.
“We want you right now,” Gunnar said, “want to mark you as ours, if you’ll let us.”
“Will you agree to be our mate?” Axel asked, his lips a hair’s breadth from her mouth.
“Yes.”
Gunnar slipped a finger into her pussy as Axel thrust his tongue into her mouth. “Now,” Gunnar added in a soft whisper she barely heard, “we can make love to our mate.”
Yes, they could make love, and did with sublime effectiveness. The pair indulged themselves by driving Dakota to peak after peak with their hands and mouths before either of them ever entered her. She’d never felt so adored or sated in all her life, so much so she was as relaxed and happy as a loon by the time Axel pulled her body over his.
Her heart full of joy, she nipped his chin playfully and captured his mouth with hers. He hugged her close, but Gunnar was the one who first penetrated her pussy. His hard cock slipped in from behind to gain her attention. Axel drank in her sounds of pleasure while Gunnar slowly, almost methodically, fucked her.
So deep. So deliciously good.
Axel’s cock rubbed her, too, with the sweetest sensations as she slid forward and back in response to Gunnar’s thrusts, but before she could reach the peak, when she was just on the verge, he pulled out, and Axel replaced him.
“Mmm, yes,” she murmured as he slid deep inside her moist pussy. Her eyes closed, and she pushed up to sit more securely on his hard cock buried into her to the hilt.
Axel gripped her hips, held her still while he throbbed inside her, hot and hard. Gunnar embraced her from behind, his hands like warm cups for her breasts. And then he nudged her puckered anus, the tight hole giving way to his determination.
Her eyes flew open at the unfamiliar entrance, but Gunnar held still, barely an inch inside, letting her get used to the stretch and uncanny sensation.
“Relax, sugar,” he murmured against her ear with soft kisses of reassurance. “I won’t hurt you. We’ll go nice and slow.”
She looked at Axel, his hazel eyes darkened with passion, calm with patience. Propping her hands on his chest, she closed her eyes and relaxed into their care.
True to their word, they took it slow, eased her into the new experience of double penetration, one she soon accepted and enjoyed. By the time Gunnar fully entered her ass, she panted with pent-up arousal.
“That’s it, sugar. God, you feel so good.” His voice was breathless, his body tense with unleashed vigor.
Still he took care to ensure she found pleasure.
But she could wait no longer. She needed them to move, to take her, fill her. A slight wiggle of her hips made both men groan. She collapsed over Axel and kissed him, a voracious signal of what she longed for.
He bucked his hips in response, and Gunnar began to move.
“Oh! Oh, oh, yes,” she hissed when they set up a quicker rhythm that set off sparks of pleasure inside her core. Axel held her to him, ground his cock into her pussy, and kissed her like never before. Gunnar covered her, filled her. Thrust after thrust, he rode her, drove her higher and higher until she fell over into orgasmic bliss with a cry of release so profound she wasn’t sure she’d survive.
And then the sharp sting of teeth on her shoulders, one man on each side, sent a wave of incredible energy zinging through her system. Like lightning, it shocked her, electrified her, and kept her climax going. Both brothers shoved into her with simultaneous strokes, froze, and succumbed to their own climaxes, setting off a ripple of post-coital tremors that left her sated, smiling and exhausted.
“I love you, mate,” both men said in unison.
Too tired to lift her head, she replied, “Forever, my loves.”
Chapter Ten
Four months later…
“Would you please, move,” Dakota said through gritted teeth as she shoved Gunnar’s shoulder with her own, and Axel’s hip with hers. “You two are way too big to cram in here with me.”
She dropped her eyeliner into the sink and her compact of powder fell off the puny vanity, the lid breaking off as it hit the tile floor.
She growled and spun on her heel, stalking into the living room of their miniscule apartment.
“Hey, honey,” Axel said, coming out of the bathroom, wiping shaving cream from his cheek with a damp facecloth. “It’s going to be okay, you know.”
“You guys always decide it’s time to shave when I go to put on my makeup. We don’t have to be in the same room with each other 24/7 you know. It’s not like we don’t—” Gunnar grabbed her from behind, spun her and clamped his mouth over hers to shut her up. As usual, it worked. She shoved at his shoulder with her fist, but his talented tongue had her melting in seconds, making everything else disappear for the moments she spent in his tight embrace.
“Jerk,” she murmured when he lifted his head and smiled down at her with mischief twinkling in those gorgeous eyes.
“We know how to release your tension,” Gunnar said without remorse.
“We’ve still got a half hour before we have to meet them. Plenty of time for some stress-relieving down and dirty sex,” Axel added oh so helpfully.
Dakota laughed and rested her head against Gunnar’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist and using him as an anchor.
She would accept their offer, but if she did, thi
rty minutes would turn into an hour, and she might never make it to their fathers’ home that day. No, they had to go. They couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer.
Axel rubbed a big, gentle hand over her back and kissed her cheek. “The offer is still the same as before, honey. You don’t have to tell them anything. Pick one of us to introduce as your boyfriend, and that’s that.
Nothing to worry about.”
As if she could choose one!
In a half hour they would meet up with her parents at the Falke home. In thirty minutes, her parents would meet her lovers. They had already met her new in-laws, although they didn’t know about that relationship…yet. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe evenly.
For three months, ever since she moved to Leavenworth, she’d kept her parents away with excuses of getting settled into her new job, not having time to entertain because of her workload. It hadn’t kept them away very long. They’d always been hands-on parents. Just because she was an adult didn’t mean that would change.
So, they’d surprised her, showed up in town with no warning, and caught her off-guard outside Catamount Outfitters when she was returning from a lunch run with Heidi. And now her time was up. It would all come to a head in a half hour.
Lifting her head, she looked back and forth between her men. How could she choose one to announce to her parents as her boyfriend? They weren’t dating. They were mated. For life. She had the marks on her flesh and all the love in her heart to prove it.
“You don’t have to make a decision now, sweetheart,” Gunnar said softly. “Let’s just go and have dinner, and see how it turns out. They’re your parents, and you have to decide what to tell them, but remember, they’re our family too, now.”
“Yeah, no pressure there,” she said, letting the sarcasm out loud and clear as she pushed away from Gunnar’s safe embrace. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. They already think—assume—a man is involved in this move. I’ve been grilled repeatedly, in very gentle and roundabout ways, of course, about the real reason I moved to the middle of nowhere when I’d spent every minute since my junior year in high school aiming for a big job in a big industry in a big city.”
“And you told them?”
She rolled her eyes. “I evaded. And rather well, I think.” She gave a shaky little laugh and wrapped her arms around herself. “I want to tell them everything.
They’re good parents, the best, and we’ve always been close. I want them to share in my happiness.” She made a face at the two gorgeous men in front of her. “I just don’t know how to share…this.” She dropped her arms and shrugged. “I have no idea how they’ll take it.”
Axel stepped up to her, cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. “Whatever you decide, hon, we’re right there with you, okay?”
She nodded. “I know.”
“Come on,” Gunnar said, taking her hand and tugging her toward the door. “It’s time to go.”
“And,” Axel said as he followed, locking the door behind them after they stepped into the hallway, “it’s not as if we’re staying in this apartment forever. The house will be done before first snowfall, and then you can have your very own bathroom to do all your girl stuff in.”
Dakota laughed and bumped her shoulder against Axel’s. “I love you guys.”
“Love you too,” they said in unison as they went down the steps that led into the alley behind the shop.
“But if I don’t tell them the truth, how will I explain a big ol’ log house in the woods the next time they come to visit? The tourism bureau and Catamount Outfitters don’t pay me that much to design their advertising.”
“Land is fairly cheap around here,” Gunnar said with a cheeky grin as he tugged her down the alley toward one of the company Jeeps.
She snorted. “Yeah. And my dad was born yesterday.”
The sun was high, the temperature warm. Dakota had been right; summer in Leavenworth was just as gorgeous as the winter. The tourists were abundant, and the store had been bustling since the beginning of June. The Falke brothers had even turned down a couple of jobs so that all of them could attend this dinner. The ride to the dads’ house didn’t take nearly enough time. Her father’s old F150 with the new Bigfoot camper he’d bought this spring sat in the driveway. Dakota’s stomach cramped.
Axel reached over from the driver’s seat and clasped her hand. “It’ll be fine.”
Gunnar reached from the back seat and tenderly rubbed the back of his knuckles along her jaw line.
“Whatever you decide, sweetheart. We’ll follow your lead. And the rest of the family will too. You’re one of us now, and we all look out for our own.”
“Okay. Let’s get this over with.” She shoved open her door and got out, heading up the walkway instead of waiting for her men as she usually did.
Everyone was gathered on the back deck. Two massive stainless steel barbeque grills smoked, and the scent of venison steak and Heidi’s special marinated chicken wafted into the early evening air.
“Hey,” she said, swiping her sweaty palms on her jeans.
“There’s the lady of the hour,” Fridrik said with a grin, getting up from his Adirondack chair. He enveloped her in a bear hug and whispered in her ear, “It’ll be okay. We’ve been through this before.”
She hugged him back and said, “Thanks.”
“Quit hoggin’ the girl,” Burke said, pulling her away from Fridrik and hugging her.
She burst out laughing, probably from nerves, but she did like the attention the dads gave her. They seemed to enjoy having another female around. She returned Burke’s hearty hug. “Thanks, Dad,” she murmured quietly before he let her go and grinned at her. It was easy to love this whole family.
Her own mother and father came up to her and gave her hugs, and then she heard Axel and Gunnar come out onto the deck. They’d been sweet to give her some distance before they came along.
“So, I guess you’ve already met everyone?” Dakota asked her parents.
“Except these two,” her mother said, eyeing Axel and Gunnar. “What a group of good looking men.”
Dakota grinned. There was no arguing that point.
She turned and pointed. “Axel and Gunnar. The oldest of the boys. Axel owns the shop. Guys, these are my parents, Mary and John Tokala.” They shook hands, said the typical “nice to meet you” pleasantries.
“She speaks very highly of you,” her mother said to Axel. “Saved her life in the mountains, then gave her a job.”
“At least she’s out of that damn city,” her father grumbled. He’d hated her living in Vegas all alone.
“She’s safe here,” Axel said, and the deep meaning behind the words helped calm Dakota a bit. She was safe with him, Gunnar and the whole Falke family.
Her mother narrowed her eyes a tiny bit and looked Axel up and down with an assessing gaze that made Dakota want to squirm. The same look her mother had always given any boyfriend she dared bring home.
“So,” Dakota said, turning back to the group of men, “where’s Heidi?”
“Right here,” Heidi said, stepping out onto the porch carrying a humongous serving bowl of tossed salad. “Great timing. Food’s just about ready.” She set the salad on one of the two picnic tables near the barbeques. “Boys, go get all the stuff off the counter and bring it out. I’m not your dang slave.”
The six brothers nearly tripped over their own feet, playfully shoving at each other to get through the sliding glass door as they went to fetch the rest of the food and condiments.
Dakota’s mother laughed and picked up a bottle of beer she’d obviously been drinking earlier, while her father joined Fridrik and Burke at one end of one of the picnic tables, their conversation centered around U.S. national parks conservation and hunting regulations.
Heidi opened the grills and started piling meat onto platters. Her parents thought this dinner was a celebration get-together, an anniversary for the company, but that was just an excuse. For three month
s she’d been living with Axel and Gunnar, attending weekly dinners at the dads’, and helping Heidi cook meals now and then for all the boys who seemed unable to feed themselves—or at least feed themselves properly, as Heidi put it. She still couldn’t get used to the amount of food these men could consume in one sitting.
Within moments, the tables were laden with salads, chips, condiments, meat and Heidi’s homemade bread.
Axel sat on one side of her, Gunnar on the other, and her mother right across from them.
“When are you going to have the new proofs for the winter ad campaign done?” Reidar asked. He sat next to her mother.
“I only started last week,” Dakota said with a frown. “I just got the photos back yesterday.”
“Yeah?” Kelan said. “How’d I look?”
“Not as good as I did,” Torsten piped in around a bite of chicken.
“You wouldn’t even take your shirt off for the photographer,” Sindre said as he reached behind him and pulled another beer from the cooler.
Dakota bit her tongue and glanced at Axel. There would be a few shots of the brothers in the ad campaign, but it was Axel’s company, and so he was the face of it.
He winked at her. She, Axel and Gunnar had gone through the proofs the night before and chose the photos that would be used. Of course, all the brothers had looked great, but she was a bit biased. And the only one she was using with no shirt was Gunnar. By far he had the best set of abs.
“That’s your answer to everything, isn’t it?”
Torsten said as he reached across her mother’s plate to grab a bowl of chips. “Just get naked.”
“Manners please,” Heidi said, slapping Torsten’s shoulder as she walked behind them. “Sorry,” she said to Dakota’s mother, “they really weren’t raised in a barn.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” Torsten added.
Her mother laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you had your hands full with this bunch.”
“At least they know how to sit at a table, right?”
Heidi said with a laugh then sat down on the other side of Sindre.
Her mother’s assessing gaze traveled back to her then Axel, then Gunnar. Mary smiled and lifted a fork of macaroni salad, her eyes twinkling a little.
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