Three Swedish Mountain Men: A Reverse Harem Romance

ottom lip. “You want that?” I ask again.

She nods, slowly. I run my hand down

“Why are you so small?”

“I shrank in the wash.”

“Wow,” Eli says in the doorway. “I left you with her for ten minutes, man.”

“Woah.” Three pairs of hands grab at me; Cole’s at my shoulders, Eli’s at my hips, and Riven’s at my waist. I don’t know how he crossed the room so fast. I have to fight the urge to gasp as the three men push me back into the chair. It’s overwhelming to be touched in so many places, with so many big, warm hands.

“How are you feeling?” He murmurs, his fingertips running tickly little circles on the sensitive skin. I arch my back, pushing into him. “Sore?”

“If I say yes, will you give me a private examination?” I whisper.

“Morning,” a low voice grumbles behind me. I roll over. Riven’s awake, propped up on his elbow, an open book on his lap. He hasn’t put his contact lenses in yet, and he’s wearing his thick-rimmed glasses. His hair is rumpled around his head. My mouth practically waters. He looks sinful. Like a sexy, off-limits professor, or something.

“Are these silk?” She mumbles.

“They keep Riv’s hair pretty.” Eli tosses back his own curls. “Of course, mine don’t need as much work. I’m a natural beauty.”

You might want me to loosen you up a bit first,” he says. “Before, you know, the spit-roasting. Riv’s pretty big.”

“Eli…” Riv sounds exasperated.

“What? Am I supposed to pretend not to notice? I don’t go temporarily blind every time you get your dick out.”

Riv closes his eyes. Eli presses his forehead to my back. “I’m going to die tonight,” he announces. “Tink, pick me out a pretty headstone, won’t you? Don’t let Cole do it, he’ll just dump me in an unmarked grave.”

The whole package is one-hundred-percent sexy doctor.