Page 23 of Hunk Sandwich
Bo took one look at my face and chuckled. He put the bowl down on the coffee table, straightened up, and raised a hand to my face.
“Är du hungrig, gråben?” he asked me in a silky voice. His green eyes were so intense that my knees almost buckled.
“Yeah, I am.” I didn’t speak whatever Nordic language that had been but ‘hungrig’ I had understood. “Starving,” I added in a voice I barely recognised as my own.
He held my gaze for a moment.Goddess, he’s so hot.
“Let’s feed you, then.”Holy shit.His voice did things to me that made me happy that my jeans concealed my dick at least a bit.
He took a seat, leaving Ollie and me to sit on either side of him.
“Here you go, darling. This is yours.” He handed Bo one of the boxes with a spinach and Greek cheese pizza.
He popped open the lid on another box. “Kaspar,” he said in a happy voice.
I stared down at my fancy rucola salad and ham pizza.
Don’t start crying now.
Bo’s enormous green hand came to rest on my thigh for a moment and gave me a little squeeze.
“Eat before it gets cold, gråben.”
“What’s that?”
His grin widened, exposing those sharp fangs again. It shouldn’t turn me on but I loved the idea of him sinking them into my shoulder while he—
“Grey legs,” he said softly and picked up his first slice of pizza. “It’s what we call wolves back home. I might find another name for you eventually, but this stays until I do.” Bo gave me a cheeky wink and bit into his food.
Ollie curled up on Bo’s other side and started the movie we had picked.
It was a hilarious independent film with a buff Brownie guy and two Selkie siblings on a road trip across Europe. I loved it. The food was great, and we each had a beer. We cuddled a bitand Ollie made snarky comments—something I hadn’t expected from him.
What is it called when someone’s wit turns you on?
Bo put all our boxes back on the coffee table, settled back against the couch, and put his arms around Ollie and me.
Chapter 20
Bo
Ienveloped both Ollie and Kaspar in my arms, hands resting on their shoulders as I drew them closer to my sides.
I’d been itching to do that all evening.
Ollie brought his legs up on the cushions and snuggled into my embrace.
Kaspar hesitated for a moment before he, too, followed my invitation. He looked away from the screen and up at me.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked him in a low voice. I didn’t want to assume anything. He needed to tell me what worked for him and what didn’t.
“Oh my goddess, yes!”
I closed my arms tighter around them both and met his furry lips. Kas groaned when I brought my hand up to cup his cheek and tilt his face to deepen the kiss.
Ollie’s breath sped up, his body grinding against mine. He flung his arm across mine and Kaspar’s chest, us.
I loved that rough tongue in my mouth, the tiny sounds of pleasure, and the sensation of Ollie’s arousal flooding my body through the mate bond.
