“And she's coming home…” Viking trails off leaving it to me to finish his sentence, his full lips curling just slightly into a smirk.
I could lie. Tell them that I don't know so nothing happens. Well, probably nothing. I have a feeling Bear and Viking are the types to risk it anyway and not really care if Beatrice comes in to find us all naked and sprawled out on the floor.
The question is, how do I feel about that?
I wet my lips nervously and glance between the guys. Viking looks amazing, the way he's draped over the chair, and Bear's fingers are drawing seductive patterns on my arm. I draw a deep breath. “Hours, probably.”
Viking and Bear grin at each other. Viking leans in and puts a strong hand on my thigh. “Maybe there's some way we can entertain ourselves until dinner. Take your mind off that Dario fucker. Remind you that we're prepared to do whatever it takes to keep our baby's mama happy.”
Bear snuggles me tight to his side, so that his body heat warms me. After all these months, it's nice with a type of intimacy that doesn't make me feel like a feeding station. To feel the kind of touch that's meant to tantalize. “Guys, I… I don't know.” I lean into him, though.
Bear's strong fingers make my skin tingle. “What don't you know? 'Cause what I know is that you're raising our little girl in a way that the rest of us could only have wished for ourselves, and that's sexy as fuck. We were already brothers, but you and Izzy? You made us a family.”
Viking shifts onto the couch so I'm squeezed between them, the filling in a biker sandwich. Oh God, I shouldn't let myself think stuff like that, because last time—
“You're blushing,” says Viking with a cocky chuckle. His hand moves up until it's right at the top inside of my thigh. Not quite all the way, but there's nothing subtle about his intention, and my knees part, as if they're acting on their own. My body definitely wants this to happen.
Do I?
“I'm—”
“Relax, Alessa.” Bear's deep rumble raises goosebumps that feel like they go all the way down my chest. His sexy baritone warms my core like he just set it on fire. There's need in his voice, and promise. Is it weird to get so aroused by protectiveness? Or is it just something primal that these guys unlock in me?
“We can make you so fucking happy,” Viking says hoarsely into my ear. His grip on my thigh tightens. “You just have to trust us.”
“Okay,” I let out, just a whisper, but they hear me.
Suddenly, they can't have me naked fast enough. Bear pulls my T-shirt over my head and I raise my arms to help. My view is still blocked by the shirt when my jeans suddenly pop open. I draw a sharp breath in surprise as Viking works them down my thighs. Being undressed by two guys at once is a smooth and quick experience.
“Fuck,” Viking whispers hoarsely, almost reverently. “You were sexy before, but now…”
“What? No way.” As my shirt pops over my head and my pants pool at my ankles, I look at him like he's crazy. “I had a baby. I'm all wobbly and soft, and I'm wearing nursing bras and—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he says as he leans in and kisses me, capturing one of my breasts in the process. His rough lips press against me hard. I put my palms against his chest, but not to push him away. His heart thunders against my hand.
“You're gorgeous,” adds Bear as he works my panties down. I lift my hips to let him. “If you think anywhere in that sweet little mind of yours that we don't love every single one of those sexy as fuck curves, you're not paying attention, and I'm going to fucking prove it to you.”
I can't see Bear as he pushes my legs apart and puts himself between them, but I definitely feel it as kisses and nibbles his way up my thigh. His thick beard tickles as it drags along my skin.
Knowing they're about to take me for a ride, I wrap my arms around Viking's powerful neck, holding on for dear life while he kisses me senseless. He cups my jaw with one hand while the other goes around my back to search for the catch on my bra. The heat in my core flares up into a full on fever as the guys worship me with their lips, teeth, and tongues.
My bra pops loose. Viking tears it off and tosses it aside. He wastes no time in getting his hand on my breast and capturing the nipple between his fingertips. My boobs have gotten so big after Izzy, and they seem so swollen and in the way to me, but he treats it like it's made of gold. And he refuses to stop kissing me, while his touch makes my knees wobble and my core tingle.