Three Swedish Mountain Men

by Lily Gold

“It’s alright, babe,” I say. “We do this all the time. He’s pretty easy to take down, look.” I grab him by the ankle and yank, hard. Cole swears as he topples down on top of me. I grunt as all the air gets knocked out my lungs. “Jesus. Were you always this heavy, man?”

Cole stops pacing abruptly by the window, staring out at the snow, and growls something. “Use human words, Nalle,” Eli mumbles. “We’ve been over this. We don’t speak bear.”

Eli scoffs. “If you think that I’m sharing my extra-tingly, heating, cherry-flavoured super-glide female-stimulating lubricant, you have another think coming.” “You’re willing to share a woman, but not your lube?” Riven says drily. Eli just shrugs. “I own the lube. I don’t own the woman.” Riven stands. “I have plenty of medical-grade lubricant in my kits.” “As unbelievably hot as that sounds,” I interrupt, pulling off Eli’s hoodie, “I have some. Can you get it? It’s in my washbag.” All three men turn and stare at me.