“Clothes back on. We need to make up for lost time on the road.” Mick zipped his fly.
Phil pulled up his pants and loved the ache of his well-used ass. He helped Tiff pull her clothes on as Sean vacated the backseat.
She kissed Phil softly as they settled in and put their seatbelts back in place. “You think we’ll make it the rest of the way without another fuck break?” he asked.
“No more unscheduled stops. Save it for the camper,” Mick said.
“So only when the driver is horny? I bet I can arrange that again,” she teased.
“I resisted you all through high school. I can make it another eight hours.” He smiled at her in the rearview mirror.
“Was she trying to seduce you then?” Phil asked.
“Every second,” Mick said.
Tiff’s innocent expression had a hint of mischief. Phil laughed. Finally he belonged. They were building their own memories and sharing their own with him, not talking around him or in shorthand. The newness was gone, and they were enjoying the moment.
Chapter Seven
After grabbing food and getting a lay of the land with the main tent and all the vendors, they’d claimed the camper from Sean’s cousins. Finally the quad unpacked the SUV and settled into the camper.
“Your cousins are nice to bring this out,” Tiff said.
“It’s only fair. I let them use it the rest of the year. They have their own RV that’s newer, but there are a lot of cousins, so they use this one on big trips.” Sean eased a snow machine off the ramp. It’d been towed behind the camper. Sean would need to practice and race as well as enjoy the time away.
“How many people come to this?” Phil asked.
“Usually at least fifteen thousand. It’s huge.” Sean shook his head and joined them in the camper. “And all I want to do is lock the door and screw like rabbits.”
Tiff closed the camper door so no one overheard. “Not everyone in Alaska has group sex. Ménage is a quirk of our little town.”
“All the women will be jealous.” Mick pulled on her clothing until she shed it willingly.
Sitting on the couch, she felt a theme for this vacation. Phil stripped down to nothing as he kissed Sean. Mick grabbed supplies and then undressed.
She watched and let the heat build slowly. Sean got naked and lubed Phil’s ass.
“I want a good view this time,” she said.
Mick pushed her down on her back and kissed her mouth. His knee nudged her legs open, and she gave in eagerly. When he nipped her breasts, her back arched. She reached out for Sean and Phil. “Please.”
“Get over here,” Mick said.
Phil knelt over Tiff until they were in a sixty-nine. She toyed with his cock and scooted until she could see Sean’s condom-covered erection penetrate Phil’s ass. Phil licked her clit as Mick filled her pussy. Watching for a bit drove her arousal, and she inched back to get more of Mick’s cock. She licked the tip of Phil’s dick and let the passion take them.
Their need was so great that Phil came quickly and Sean followed. Tiff couldn’t last much longer, and when Phil lapped at her slit, she screamed and cursed shamelessly as she came. Mick’s release was quieter, but he drove hard into her, and she loved the ache when he came and pulled out.
“Glad you came to Arctic Man?” Sean teased.
“I always come with you guys. Whenever, wherever. You’re a dangerous addiction.” Tiff sat up and stretched.
“There are much worse addictions.” Mick kissed her.
That was true, but Mick sounded so serious about it. He was hiding some issue or concern and not talking about it. Maybe the up-close time here would get it out of him?
“Then maybe we should feed this one?” She pulled Sean down to her breasts, and he made no protest. He sucked and licked her nipples like it was the first time.
Phil kissed her mouth, and she reached out an arm in Mick’s direction. It took a moment, but his fingers laced with hers.
“There is a bed in back if you want a marathon,” Mick said.
“Race you,” Phil said.
Sean followed. Tiff wasn’t sure about her legs just yet. As if Mick read her mind, he scooped her up and carried her carefully to the back. It was tight quarters but so worth it.
* * * *
Sean glided across the finish line and let the speed run off before he fell back into the pristine white snow. Mick was waiting, and Phil arrived with Tiff on the back of his machine.
“Nice practice time,” Mick said.
“I might just win.” Sean took his helmet off.
“The money wouldn’t hurt.” Tiff nodded. “Just stay safe. How’s your ankle?”
“Fine. I did race professionally for a while. I just couldn’t give up the hiking and hunting to go train nonstop. All the people and the pressure isn’t what I’m about.” He unhooked from his skis, and they moved off for the next practice run.
Phil stared over at the next peak as snow machiners did handstands and sidekicks while airborne. “Damn. That’s extreme.”
Tiff grinned at Sean and kissed Phil’s cheek. “Maybe we’ll work on your snow machine skills tomorrow?”
“Tonight is taco night at my cousin’s camp. They invited us,” Sean said. “Food and margaritas.”
“They’re too nice. They drove the camper out here for us. We should go chop some wood or something for them,” Phil said.
“They keep the camper the rest of the year and use it for trips. I bought it cheap and fixed it up. They bring it out and pay for gas as payment for using it.” Sean shrugged. “It all works out.”
Mick’s phone beeped. “Phil, we should head over to the Trooper HQ and get a quick briefing just in case.”
“You’re on vacation,” Sean said firmly.
“Just in case something gets out of hand. It’ll be quick.” Mick climbed off the performance snow machine. “We’ll take the other one. Let Tiff practice with you once. She’s hell on snow.”
“It’s not a hard course, but going that fast, anything could happen. And if you ride later, the course will be torn up. Plus, it’s too warm.”
“That’s bad? Plenty of snow.” Phil climbed on the other snow machine behind Mick.
“Sure, don’t worry about avalanches. All these people running all over the hills. They could get buried.” Tiff pointed out weak points.
Sean nodded. She wasn’t wrong. “Troopers watch that and the weather. If they say no race, it’s no race. Tiff and I’ll do a couple practice runs and head over to help set up for taco night.”
“Okay. Meet you over there.” Mick put the shield down on his helmet and drove off.
“Want to do this?” Sean asked.
She shrugged. “Phil’s snow-machine skills suck. He’s still an outsider.”
“He’s not driving me.” Sean climbed on the back and held his skis.
She dropped him at the start, and he gave her a few tips. He set off from the top, and the rush of wind and speed took the fear and any cares out of his mind. Seeing her was an added incentive, but this wasn’t a show-off race. She matched his pace and extended the tow. He grabbed it, and she took off. They fell into a good groove, and she even read the snow a bit better than Mick.
Her slingshot timing was perfect. He sailed and picked up speed on his way to the finish. Tiff pulled around to pick him up.
“Got a rush?” he asked as he pulled off his helmet.
“It’s a rush, but when something goes wrong, I don’t want to pick up the pieces.” She took off her helmet and kissed him possessively.
“One more run?” he asked.
“One more. Then I need a drink.” She nodded.
* * * *
That night they were full of Mexican food. There was even dancing in the tent Sean’s cousins had set up. There were decorations, and Phil had a sombrero on. Sean loved the laid-back feel with no work or drama. He wasn’t one for a shift job or uniform. He loved his men and woman in uniform, but one week a year to go a little
wild wasn’t so bad.
“He’s drunk,” Tiff said to Sean.
“First Arctic Man. You should get drunk.” He offered her another margarita.
“He liked the shot ski too much.” Sean’s cousin laughed.
Phil held it up and gushed like it was the best discovery in the universe. “It’s a ski with shot glasses on it. I love it!”
Mick shook his head. “Spring break is not just for kids up here.”
“I love that too!” Phil shouted.
“Easy there.” Tiff grabbed a shot from his hand. “You don’t need more.”
“Why not?” He pouted.
She winked at Sean. “Drunk men are no use in bed.”
“I’m good.” He leaned over and kissed Mick.
“He’s a willing bottom,” Sean whispered to Tiff.
She giggled, drank Phil’s shot, and kissed Sean. “Me too.”
Someone ran into the tent. “You’ve got to see these fireworks!”
Everyone managed to get out of the tent and watch a camp on the other side setting off a major display high in the air. People were cheering. The main tent was hopping and liquor flowed there, but it was too crowded and loud.
“This is awesome!” Phil shouted.
Cheers went up from other drunks.
“It’s pretty,” Tiff admitted. “Come on. We should get back to our camper.”
“I want more fun.” Phil grinned.
Mick seemed to tense. “I think we’ve had enough for one day.”
“More of that fun tomorrow. We can have private fun tonight,” she whispered in his ear.
“Night!” Phil announced.
Sean laughed. “She’s good.”
Mick shook his head. “I know it’s vacation, but Phil…”
“It’s vacation. Tiff had a few. I had a couple. I know how you feel, but we know Phil doesn’t drink like that a lot. Tiff doesn’t either.” Sean knew Mick’s family history. Mick was being a downer because of his childhood. “If you want to go on patrol, it’s okay. I’m sure the troopers would love an extra hand.”
“No, I need to keep an eye on my family here.” Mick picked up his pace to catch Phil and Tiff.
Sean jogged to join them. Their family was feeling real. Mick was protective and very sober, but they had to have some fun too. Sean hoped things didn’t get crazy, but tonight had gone fine. Phil knew about Mick’s history, but that didn’t mean none of them could ever indulge a bit. A group meant compromise.
Chapter Eight
The next morning, Phil was hungover. Tiff knew Mick wasn’t happy about the excessive drinking. They found a pancake and sausage tent and settled in.
“Drink some water. Don’t get sick on me. I get enough of that at work, and it’s not sexy,” Tiff warned Phil.
“Sorry. I never do that, but I never did spring break. Didn’t have the money for big vacations. I saved my money.” Phil downed his glass of water.
“I thought your dad owned some Wyoming ranch?” Tiff asked.
“He learned I was bisexual, and I was out at eighteen.” Phil shrugged. “Military was the best move, and some of them partied like crazy. I wasn’t sure who I could trust and let my guard down with. I trust you guys.”
Sean smiled. “Good. You’re safe with us, but a few feels good. More and you never know.”
“Don’t want to get dependent on it,” Mick snapped.
Tiff frowned and looked to Sean. Mick’s not great family had had her wondering for weeks. No one would talk about it. Mrs. Andrews, Tiff’s father, and every other old-timer dodged the issue. “I’m not. I barely drink since I took up with you two. Three.” Phil nodded to Tiff.
“I get a lot of drunks falling down and hurting themselves and calls for drug overdoses. It’s a big problem here. Things can get dull, and people look for an escape. Maybe that’s part of the ménage fun? More people to play with?” She tried to lighten things up.
“So maybe tonight after the crab dinner at the cousin’s tent we can grab some ice cream and watch the fireworks before bed?” Sean asked.
“Works for me. I love ice cream.” Tiff smiled. “Not that I need it.”
“You’re sexy as hell and skinny,” Mick corrected.
“Good answer, but I have to be able to lift and help people, so I have to stay in some sort of shape.” She’d had less formal exercise since the men were in her bed, but there were other ways to burn calories.
“Sounds fun. Go to bed early.” Phil smirked at her.
“You probably don’t even remember last night.” She rolled her eyes. “How about a lesson on snow machines?”
“I’m good. Maybe someday I’ll get on a wilderness patrol.” Phil shrugged.
“You’re good enough but not for a wilderness patrol. That’d be a rude awakening. You’d do better on the fishing patrols. You boat better,” Mick said.
Tiff nodded. “Melody mentioned that her men were impressed.”
“I’ll work on the snow machine but not today.” Phil looked a bit green.
“Maybe today isn’t the day for motion? We can’t be good at everything. Mick is terrible on a boat,” Tiff said.
“It’s not from being hungover. I get seasick,” Mick snapped.
“Don’t take it out on her,” Phil said.
“Everyone calm down. This is why we’re here. Sort out differences and get on the same page. Four people is a lot,” Sean cut in.
Tiff squirmed in her seat and then spotted her brother. “Oh crap!”
“We’ll work it out. We just didn’t know Phil would be such a partier,” Mick grumbled.
“No, Dave.” She shook her head at her brother. “Why are you here?”
“A friend decided to come up last minute. Food, fun, and all that. Trouble in paradise? Group is harder, sis. Aren’t you glad you didn’t follow those two around Alaska until they were ready to settle down? Too complicated and no way to build a home and have kids.” Dave frowned.
“You’re not married, and you don’t have kids.” She rolled her eyes. “Let me handle my own affairs.”
Dave looked at the ground like he felt guilty. “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t try to protect you.”
He walked off, and Tiff was done letting them get away without giving her the details and truth.
She followed him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Nothing, forget it. You’re an adult.” He shrugged.
“Right, I am. So tell me. Whatever it was. Tell me,” she demanded.
Dave sighed. “Mick and Sean are good guys. I liked them. I do like them. Sean is safer. I mean he’s wild, but he’s good. Good family and all. That’s why I asked him to…I shouldn’t have.”
“Asked him to what?” Tiff asked.
“I knew they both liked each other. I suspected they had a plan for you, but they also talked about getting away. I wanted to protect you. At least Sean’s family members are nice.” Dave rubbed the back of his neck.
“Are you saying you don’t like Phil or Mick?” she asked.
“It’s not that. I didn’t think you’d end up in a group. That’s a weird thing for our family. For a little sister.” Dave shook his head.
“I’m over thirty. Get over it. This isn’t high school where you can bully away guys who are interested. Hell, I’m still shocked you let Sean take me to the dances.” Tiff turned on her heel.
“I went with the safest choice,” Dave said and headed out of the tent.
Safest? What the hell did that mean? Dave made it sound like it was his decision. Did Sean’s interest start out as a favor to her brother? Now her head was splitting. Today wasn’t the day to spark up a fight.
* * * *
That night tempers had calmed down, but there was still a tension. Part of her wanted to get to the bottom of whatever crap had happened, but it was fifteen years ago. Teenage drama could be buried, but family stuff couldn’t, and all this interference and talk of families was complicating her feelings.
“You loo
k so serious. Feeling okay?” Mick asked her.
“Fine.” The fireworks were good, but late-night snow machiners were making a lot of noise. Tiff glanced over and saw kids on machines without helmets. That was the line. She stalked over.
“Where are your helmets?” she asked.
The kids laughed.
“Where are your parents?” Tiff demanded.
They pointed over to a group of drunks. Tiff couldn’t stand those sorts of parents. The kids weren’t biking on a dry sunny day. Hell, most kids wore helmets for that now too. There were safety rules at Arctic Man.
“Excuse me. Your kids need helmets to take the machines out safely.” She tapped a man on the shoulder.
The man turned, and it was that drunk jerk from the bar. “Hell, not you again!”
Undeterred, she repeated her request. “Those kids need helmets.”
“Talk to the women, you dumb bitch. Get away from me.” He pushed Tiff in the direction of the group of women.
This was about the kids’ safety, not ego or the misogynist’s attitude. She headed over, but before she could get a word out, she heard the sound of a man hitting the ground.
Mick and Phil had the drunk man facedown in the snow. Seconds later he was in handcuffs.
“What’s going on?” a woman asked.
“Assault. And child endangerment if he doesn’t cooperate.” Mick flashed his badge.
“Get helmets on those kids.” Tiff pointed out the hot-rodding preteens.
“Damn, those little rebels. I told them to.” The woman headed after the kids.
“Rebels become organ donors.” Tiff walked over to her men. “You’re really going to do this?”
“Throw him in jail and let him sleep it off. Teach him a lesson.” Phil nodded.
“Assholes,” the man screamed.
“He won’t learn.” She shook her head but did feel a bit like a rescued princess. “I’ve been called plenty of names by drunk and high patients.”
“You’re not working now. You’re looking out for their kids, and he’s shoving you. No.” Mick wasn’t debating. He’d made up his mind.
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