Chapter 1.

Mia POV.

“Mia, you are so wet for us,” I gasp as two pairs of hands stroke my bare skin. I don’t know these men. I can’t see their faces. Arching my back I moan as a hot mouth latches on to my nipple, my hand fists into his hair pulling him closer.

Another hot mouth kisses and sucks the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. “mmm. Ahh.” I grab my other breast and squeeze it. The man in between my legs moves closer to my soaking wet core. His hot breath sends a delicious shiver down my spine.

“Mia, let us make you feel good.” He says I look down and I can’t see his face. His fingers tease my entrance and I whimper, wanting his fingers inside me. The other man moves up and kisses me. Again his face, I can’t see it. His tongue explores my mouth and I moan into him.

Fingers caress my body, leaving a trail of heat in it’s wake. My hips move on their own, wanting friction. Fingers plunge inside me, and I release a moan as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

These men worship every part of me and have done for the last five years, yet I don’t know who they are. I know it should scare me, but it’s quite the opposite; I feel safe with them, as stupid as that may sound. They would never hurt me.

“Ahhh. I’m gonna come.” I rasp out as I move my hips, grinding them on the heel of his hand. My head is turned again as I kiss the other man, his hands squeezing my breasts and I trail my hand down his muscular chest.

“Mia, look at me.” Moving my gaze to the man in between my legs and I see him. I see his face. I gasp out loud.

Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, chiselled jaw. He looks like a Viking God sent to me straight from Valhalla; he is gorgeous.

The familiar pressure builds in the pit of my stomach. I’m close, I’m so fucking close. I open my mouth to scream as my orgasm rushes through me when.

Beep, beep, beep.

Fuck!

I lay breathless in my bed, a thin layer of sweat glistens on my skin. I groan, rolling over to turn off the alarm. This always happens.

Since the night of my 18th birthday five years ago. I have been having erotic dreams of two men. Men, I have never seen before.

Sure, according to my doctor, these dreams have manifested because I found my now ex-boyfriend fucking my mother in my bed.

That also was the day I left home, but also that day the dreams intensified. We never have sex. I am not ashamed to say that at the grand age of 23; I am still a virgin. But in my dreams I am so ready to give it up. To give it to them, but I know it will never happen.

Apparently, it was normal to have erotic dreams. Well, most people have these kinds of dreams about their partner, secret crush, their ex, best friends siblings, your friends parents or even celebrities. Not of two men they have never seen before. So I guess I’m all kinds of fucked up.

But the dream I have just woken up from, was different. They never show me their faces and just now I saw his face and that face I will never forget in a hurry or his voice.

“Come on Mia, get a grip. It’s just a fantasy.” I say to myself as I climb out of bed and head to my bathroom for a shower.

I have the early shift today in the local diner and I hate the early shifts, but it pays the bills.

After I have washed the sins away, I get dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a white vest top. I piled my long dark hair up on top of my head and I throw on a pair of white converse. Looking at myself in the mirror, I give myself a quick look and leave the bedroom, grabbing my phone as I go.

Heading into the living room, I grab my keys, coat, and bag and leave the apartment.

Putting my earbuds in, I crank up the music as I make my way to work; I live in a small town where life is routine and boring. How I wish life was a little more, you know, exciting, but alas, it never is.

Crossing the street, I head towards the diner. I sigh, seeing that there was already a few people sitting in the booths. I open the door and the little bell chimes as I walk in, I head straight behind the counter, taking off my coat and removing my earbuds.

“Morning, sunshine.” I turn to face my friend Gina. I smile at her and make a start on my coffee.

“Morning, gorge. You seem happy. What’s got into you? Or is it who got into you?” I ask wiggling my eyebrows, which earned me an eye roll and a pout. Oh, no, not again.

“We broke up.” She tells me and I’m not surprised her boyfriend is a piece of shit. He can’t keep his dick in his pants. She deserves so much better.

“Sorry, Gee. He doesn’t deserve you.” I tell her as I pour us both a coffee.

“Yeah, well, it’s fine. No point in crying over spilled milk. I’m not bothered.” Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes at her. Who is she kidding? She will be back with him by the end of the day, anyway. She will fall for the bullshit and false promises. There was no telling her, so I just nod my head and get to work.

The morning rush was over fairly quickly. We were done and cleaning up by 10am,

Having a quick breather, the bell dings above the door, and my back is turned.

“Be with you in a sec, take a seat and I’ll be right over.” I say over my shoulder as I finish writing the stock list.

Turning around, I grab my note pad and walk to the table. Stopping at the side, I don’t look up. I am writing the table number down.

“So what can I get you?” I ask, when I hear a deep chuckle.

“What would you suggest, mate?” My head snaps up and I look into his eyes. I gasp and drop the notepad and pen.

He is here, the man from my dreams. He and his friend have both just said ‘mate.’

The piercing blue eyes, the blonde hair. His face, his voice. Shit! I blink. I’m rooted to the spot. My heart pounds in my chest. I feel lightheaded.

I know that word; I read enough fantasy novels to know what it means. My body is screaming at me to run. They both look like they would eat me alive. Not that they never have. Fuck Mia, stop!

So I do the only thing I can do when faced with this situation. I ran.

I ran behind the counter, grabbed my stuff, and ran out the door. I have never run so fast in my life. Running down the street, my phone rings, but I ignore it. I need to get home. This can’t be happening. My legs burn and I develop a stitch, but I push on. My apartment building comes into view.

I take the stairs two at a time and run to my apartment door, fumbling in my bag to grab my keys. When I drop my bag, panic sets in. I grab the keys with shaking hands and unlock the door. Picking the contents of my bag up, I step inside and slam the door shut and lock it.

Slowly backing away from the door, chest heaving, eyes watching the door. I enter the living room, when the back of my knees hit the arm of the sofa and I fall. A small shriek leaves my lips as I land on the sofa. Staring towards the door, I’m lost at what to do.

My phone rings making me jump and I see it’s Gina calling me.

I answer the call with shaking hands. “He-hello Gina?” I say as I take deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Hey, you ok? Were have you gone?” I let out a long breath.

“I’m sorry Gee, I don’t know what happened. I needed to get out of there. My sleep was not good last night. Let me calm down and I will come back soon, ok?” I say and she sighs.

“These two huge, hunky Viking men have left. What did they say to you?” oh shit, trust her to notice.

“Nothing, I don’t know them. I wasn’t feeling too well, so I left. I’ll be back soon, I promise.” I tell her I’m okay, but really, I’m not fine at all. After a while, we hang up and I lay down on the sofa. This was bad.

They are here. What do I do?