He opened his mouth to respond, but what could he say?
She glared at him, turned her attention to Axel, and then him again. “I bet you both got a good laugh out of that, didn’t you?”
“No. It wasn’t like that!” Gunnar couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t know what to say, how to apologize for tricking her. So he stepped forward, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Something he’d wanted—needed—to do since they’d had sex. He knew she’d thought he was his brother before, but she knew who he was now. He had to kiss her, taste her and let her know he too desired her.
She put up a token protest, a small sound and a slight shove, but then pulled her arms out from between them, tipped her head a bit and settled her hands on his sides as he ate at her mouth. Her tongue dueled with his, her breath sweet from the oatmeal and maple sausages they’d had for breakfast. Gunnar held her tighter, and she melted against him, her soft curves fitting against his hard planes perfectly.
When he couldn’t breathe, was afraid he’d press her up against the counter as he’d done before, Gunnar slowly pulled back and rested his cheek against hers.
Dakota panted heavily, her fingers digging into his sides. His cock was hard, throbbing with a need to be buried inside of her again.
“It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, sweetheart, letting Axel go up to the loft with you while I stayed down here, alone. I will never regret having been with you, and I want to be with you again.” He sucked in one deep breath and went for it.
“And so does Axel.”
She jerked, but he held her firm against him.
“Shh. Please, listen.”
She stood tense in his arms but didn’t try to pull away again.
“We didn’t plan this. Never in our lives have we shared a woman, but we knew that someday we would.
When we find the woman we’ll spend our lives with, she will be the one woman we can both love.”
Dakota did pull back then, but not out of his arms.
“You can’t talk love to me. You lied to me. Just because we have great sexual chemistry—”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. What I’m trying to say is that this isn’t the norm for us. We don’t want you to think this was a game we’ve played before. We didn’t plan to feel the way we do, and we both hate the deception behind what happened. But we can’t change that now. All we can do is ask your forgiveness and plead for you to give us another chance.”
She turned her head and looked to the side, where Axel stood close but just out of arm’s reach.
“He’s right,” Axel said softly. “Our feelings for you are…deeper than we’ve ever experienced.”
She was scared. Gunnar could sense it in the way she held her body rigid against him now. The only thing that softened her was his kiss. But he knew sex didn’t make a relationship; trust did. And they had a hell of a hill to climb on that front after what they’d just admitted.
Axel stepped closer, until Gunnar felt his body heat. His brother then laid his hand on Dakota’s back, leaned in and kissed her cheek. Gunnar released her with his other arm and edged sideways, letting Axel get closer to her.
“We want you, honey,” Axel said. “I’ve wanted you since you walked through the door of my shop. Truth be known, we’re both relieved that you know now.
Despite the risk in revealing our secret, we’re glad you know that we are both attracted to you and care about what happens to you.” He moved closer, had one arm around her and his body pressed against her side.
Gunnar held her the same way on her other side. She eased her arms around them, holding them close to her.
A good sign, Gunnar thought.
“I just needed a getaway…and a vacation fling. I haven’t had much to do with men since…well, for a few years.”
Axel slowly leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers. “Your getaway isn’t over. We’re not going anywhere for a while. And now that you know you’ve already been with both of us…” Axel kissed her deep, and she moaned. Gunnar’s lust came back full force.
She wasn’t denying what Axel said. Would she…could she?
When Axel lifted his head, Gunnar didn’t let her stop to think. He swooped in and kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her soft, moist mouth, stroking her tongue with his.
While he still kissed her, Axel whispered, “Let us give you something to remember, Dakota. If all you want is some hot memories of your vacation, take a chance and see what it’s like to be with two men at once. Two men who want to worship your body.”
They were making it hard for her to think straight.
Dakota’s body tried answering for her. The two men kissed so differently from each other, it excited her. If Gunnar was as
But this was so…
“Don’t think about it,” Axel said, as if he’d read her thoughts. Thank God she knew he couldn’t. She’d revealed enough to Gunnar when he was a cat. “Just accept us. Right now. Don’t think about yesterday or tomorrow. Let’s just stay in this moment.”
A moan slipped out of her, and she gripped the backs of both men when Gunnar grazed his tongue along the roof of her mouth. She never knew that part of her body could be an erogenous zone.
Gunnar broke the kiss and met her gaze through the darkened area of the kitchen where they stood. Her body trembled, her pulse hot and hard in her pussy.
She turned her head slightly and looked into Axel’s eyes. Yes, these men looked similar, and she could see how she’d mistaken Gunnar for Axel that first time when all she could think about was the lust searing her body and making her brain into mush, but with them standing practically shoulder-to-shoulder, she saw the subtle differences. Axel’s eyes were just a shade darker, his hair a tiny bit longer.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll take every precaution.”
Axel touched her cheek with his palm, and she leaned into him, closing her eyes.
What did she have to lose if she said no? Except fulfilling every heterosexual woman’s fantasy of being devoured by two gorgeous, attentive men?
A slow smile curved her lips as she made her decision. Dakota trusted these two with her life, and they’d saved her. Twice. Opening her eyes and looking back and forth between them, she said, “Okay.”
After a brief moment of dead silence, Axel laughed and pressed his mouth to hers, while Gunnar seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and leaned in to nibble that oh-so-sensitive spot behind her ear.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, accepting Axel’s tongue when he teased her lips apart, and giving better access to Gunnar who nibbled her neck, sending tingles racing down her arms and straight to her pussy.
Hands seemed to be everywhere. Holding her against their bodies, touching, rubbing, petting her back, her sides, her hips. It was good. So damn good.
And they were all fully clothed. She couldn’t wait to see what it would be like once they were naked.
One hand—Axel’s she thought—slipped under her sweatshirt and skimmed up over her belly to cup her breast. Even through her bra, her nipple puckered at the light friction of his palm.
Another hand—Gunnar’s maybe—slipped down, and his fingers plucked at the button on her jeans.
Her pussy clenched, and she clung to the men. One hand in Axel’s hair as he kissed her so deep, with so much passion. The other on Gunnar’s shoulder, her nails digging into his sweater so she could keep her balance.
But maybe she didn’t want to keep her balance. She wanted to fall—if only this once—into the bliss these two promised.
Her zipper opened, the sound barely audible beyond her heavy breathing. She moaned into Axel’s mouth when Gunnar’s warm, callused palm slipped into her jeans. His talented fingers skimmed over her mound then pressed against her, teasing her clit in a frustratingly erotic way.
