“I know that!” Sawyer protested. “But what about a goat—”
“No,” Joseph countered firmly.
“Do either of you wonder how she managed to find her way here?” Garret asked slowly.
“Well, that’s what we’re trying to find out, isn’t it?” Sawyer gave him an impatient look.
“No, I mean, yes . . . but remember the legend?”
Both men stilled.
“The legend holds that our mate will find us and that she will bring forth the beast within,” Garret said softly.
Maybe she was their mate?
Joseph shook his head. “Impossible. She’s not a bear. We would have sensed that. Our mate will be a bear.”
“The legend doesn’t say that. It says when we find our mate, the beast will break free and bind her to us.”
“How can she do that if she’s not a bear?” Joe looked thoughtful. “I had a dream about her.”
“What sort of dream? A sexual dream?” Garret leaned forward.
“Eew, I don’t want to hear about his sex dreams,” Sawyer said.
Joe sighed. “I’m not going into detail. But in the dream, the three of us shared her.”
“What? Like at the same time?” Garret asked. “Kinky. But I’d be down with it.”
“Uh, you don’t think it’s weird our brother had a sexy dream involving us?” Sawyer gaped at him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me. I always thought this taking a night each thing wasn’t going to work. How the hell am I supposed to wait my turn?”
“Jesus,” Sawyer muttered. “You really are a deviant.”
“I like sex. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Well, I, for one, have no interest in looking at, touching, or coming into contact with either of your dicks,” Sawyer said with disgust.
“Neither do I,” Garret protested. “I don’t want sex with the two of you. When you share a woman, it’s all about her. You barely notice the other men. It’s all about pleasing her. And when you work well with someone else, you can give her a hell of a lot of pleasure.”
“I can’t believe it. You’ve done this before?” Joseph’s eyes were bugging out of his head.
“Huh, I’m shocked you two haven’t.”
Sawyer just shook his head, speechless.
“Think about it. The three of us know each other so well that everything would work perfectly together. And it would mean sleeping with her each night. No passing her around like a piece of candy.”
“I don’t share my candy,” Sawyer growled.
“Well, you have to share our mate,” Garret snapped. “You might as well figure out the best way to do it.”
“You really think that could work?” Joe asked.
“I do. If we’re all in agreement. If we’re talking about sharing our mate, then we need to make certain we’re all on the same page. You know how jealousy can ruin a relationship.”
They’d all heard the stories of their grandparents’ disastrous relationship.