Chapter 13 #2
After cocoa, I rally the group for one last stop. “Come on,” I say, waving Sarah and the others toward the snowmobiles. “You haven’t seen the best view yet.”
We ride into the woods, headlights making tunnels through the trees.
The trail curves up and opens onto a rocky outcrop overlooking the frozen lake, the forest falling away below us.
The sky is streaked violet and indigo, the first stars poking through, streetlamps back at the lodge winking golden in the distance.
Everyone piles out, breath fogging in the cold air. Sarah hugs herself, laughing. “This is gorgeous. I don’t remember this at all.”
I smile. “We used to sneak out here all the time.”
Marcus’s phone buzzes. He mutters an apology and steps away to take the call, boots crunching softly on the snow. The others chatter and snap a few photos, voices drifting.
Tyler lingers next to me, hands jammed in his jacket pockets. The air between us feels softer, quieter somehow. He glances down at me, mouth quirking. “Hell of a spot, Mia.”
I look up. The sky is bigger than I remember. “It always felt like magic up here. Like I could think straight for once.”
He’s close—close enough for me to feel his body heat. Our arms brush and for a second, it’s just us, the hush of snow, the sharp tang of pine. He turns toward me, slow, and I feel myself leaning in. His eyes drop to my lips.
We almost kiss—really almost. But then someone laughs behind us, and I remember we’re not alone. I step back, clearing my throat, cheeks warm despite the chill. Tyler’s smile is crooked, half-embarrassed, half-pleased.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Jason loitering near Marcus’s snowmobile, fiddling with something. It looks weird, but I figure he’s just being annoying. I let it go.
Eventually, the group heads back. I climb onto Marcus’s snowmobile behind him, but when he tries to start it, the engine just sputters. He tries again. Nothing.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Marcus mutters, checking the ignition, frowning. The others pull away, headlights vanishing down the trail, voices fading.
I don’t panic. I turn around, squinting into the growing darkness. “It’s okay. I know exactly where we are. There’s a shortcut through the trees—an old cabin, barely half a mile from here. We can wait there and call for help.”
Marcus glances at me, surprised but relieved. “Lead the way?”
We start down the trail, our boots crunching over old snow. The trees close in overhead, the path dimming as the last of the light fades. The cold sinks deeper with every step. I pull my jacket tighter, but it’s not enough.
Tyler falls into step beside me. “You’re shivering,” he says, and slips an arm around my shoulders, tucking me into his side. His warmth is immediate and easy—steadying. I let myself lean in, grateful.
“You know,” I say quietly, “I have a feeling Jason messed with our snowmobile. He was hanging around it before we left.”
Marcus, a few steps ahead, turns his head. “Wouldn’t put it past him. We’ll check in the morning—too dark to deal with it now.”
We push through the trees for a few more minutes, the silence broken only by our breathing and the soft snap of branches underfoot. Finally, the shadows give way to a small clearing and the outline of a little log cabin.
I grin, feeling something old and sweet unfurl inside me. “Here we are. Mia’s Place.”
Tyler squints at the wooden sign above the door, then laughs. “Seriously?”
“My dad had it built for me when I was a kid,” I explain, pushing open the door. “I spent every summer out here—sometimes refused to go back to the main house at all. I thought it was wild and dangerous and…mine.”
We step inside, the air stale and faintly woodsy. But everything is clean—blankets folded, windows clear, a pile of kindling stacked by the old potbellied stove. I blink in surprise. “Wow. I guess the staff keeps it up. Or maybe they use it for romantic trysts when nobody’s looking.”
Tyler grins. “Guess this place really does have history.”
Marcus just grumbles, already heading to the stove. He kneels and starts building a fire with practiced hands, striking a match and coaxing a little flame to life.
“Too dangerous to try hiking back now,” I say, peering out the window. “You’ll freeze out there, and we’d get lost.”
Tyler drops his backpack by the couch and gives me a quick, crooked smile. “Well, I can think of worse places to be stranded.”
The fire glows hot in the stove, and we’re finally warming up. Tyler pokes around in a little cupboard and suddenly grins. “Look what I found.” He holds up a dusty bottle of red wine, waggling his eyebrows.
“Someone’s really having a tryst out here,” I laugh, flopping onto the worn sofa as Marcus finds some cups and pours.
We sit in a cozy, lopsided circle on the floor. The first sips of wine go down sharp and warm, taking the last edge off the cold. Our cheeks get pink, our words softer and looser.
Marcus leans back, stretching his legs. “I can’t believe your dad built this for you. My old man would’ve laughed if I asked for my own cabin.”
I swirl the wine in my cup, watching the firelight play through the red. “He spoiled me. Only child, so I got all the attention. Sometimes too much.”
Tyler laughs. “And now look at you. Showing us up with your wilderness survival skills. I’m impressed, Mia.”
“Oh please. You’re the one who carried me to the snowmobile like a damsel in distress.”
“You were a very cute damsel,” he teases. “Would do it again.”
Marcus snorts, but he’s smiling now. “You know, for all the chaos, this isn’t so bad. Could be worse than being stuck in the woods with you two.”
I catch his eye and raise my cup. “To accidental trysts, then.”
We all drink, laughter bubbling up. My head swims, the heat of the fire and the wine loosening my bones. I glance at the bed tucked against the far wall—a real, proper mattress, piled with flannel blankets.
I point at it, a little tipsy. “That bed looks super comfy.”
Tyler grins. “Planning on claiming it already?”
“Obviously,” I say, standing and kicking off my boots. “What, you thought I’d let one of you big guys take it?”
I toss off my jacket, then shimmy out of my pants, leaving myself in a long shirt and underwear. I crawl under the covers and stretch like a cat, sighing in exaggerated bliss.
Marcus sputters, his face flushed. “Mia, what are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable,” I say, peeking out and patting the bed. “You two coming or what?”
Tyler laughs, eyes bright. “I don’t need to be asked twice.” He tosses off his jacket and flops beside me, pulling the blanket up to his chest.
Marcus hesitates, but the smile on my face must get to him. He shakes his head, climbs out of his boots, and slides in on my other side.
For a moment, all three of us are just lying there, legs tangled under warm covers, fire crackling nearby.
Tyler tips his head toward me. “If you weren’t at the lodge, what would you be doing tonight?”
I think, and answer honestly. “Probably pretending to read, wishing I was braver.” I think about Sarah and Jason, and shudder a little.
We’re all under the covers, the wine hitting just enough that I’m warm and loose.
Tyler’s close on one side, Marcus on the other.
Their legs are tangled with mine. Someone’s hand brushes my bare thigh and I don’t pull away.
I look up at Tyler and see him watching my mouth, then he leans in and kisses me.
It’s hot, hungry, no hesitation. His tongue slides against mine and I feel his hand cup my breast through my shirt, squeezing, thumb flicking over my nipple.
I gasp. Marcus moves closer, his hand sliding up my other side.
I turn my head and kiss him next. He’s rougher, one hand in my hair, the other sliding under my shirt, palming my breast, fingers rolling my nipple until it’s hard and aching.
I’m breathing hard now, caught between them.
My shirt rides up, and Tyler pushes it higher, finally pulling it off over my head.
Now I’m in nothing but my underwear, both of them staring at my bare chest. Tyler dips his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth, biting gently.
Marcus leans down and does the same to the other, their mouths hot and wet, hands everywhere—stroking, squeezing, making me moan.
Their hands move lower, sliding over my stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear.
I lift my hips and they pull them down together, leaving me naked under the blankets.
I reach out, fumbling with their shirts, desperate to feel more skin.
Marcus shrugs his off, Tyler does the same, and I run my hands over their chests, both of them hard and warm and close.
They keep touching me, kissing me, making me arch and squirm, their hands everywhere—between my legs, teasing, fingers spreading me open. I can’t think. All I can do is moan and hold on, wanting more.
Tyler is behind me, kissing down my neck, his hands gripping my waist. Marcus is beneath me, his hands squeezing my hips, guiding me down onto his lap. I can feel him, thick and hard, pressing between my legs.
I grind against him, moaning, my hands pressed flat to his chest. He kisses me hard, one hand on my ass, the other on my tits, kneading and squeezing, making me arch against him.
Tyler moves lower, trailing kisses down my back, his fingers slipping between my legs, spreading me open right over Marcus’s cock.
I glance back at Tyler and he meets my eyes, hungry, almost daring me. I take Tyler’s cock in my hand, stroking him slow. He hisses and fists a hand in my hair.
He shifts forward on the mattress, bracing himself as he comes closer, guiding my shoulders down with a firm hand.
Tyler pushes himself up from the bed, bracing on his elbows as he comes closer, his gaze dark and intent.
Marcus grabs my ass, lifting me, and I sink down on him, taking him deep in one stroke. I cry out, biting my lip, and Tyler brings his cock to my lips. I take him in, sucking him deep, feeling both of them at once—full, stretched, every nerve lit up.
Tyler groans, his hand tangled in my hair as I suck him, working my mouth and tongue, hollowing my cheeks. Marcus thrusts up into me, hard and deep, his hands holding me open so Tyler can watch me take all of him.
The sounds are filthy—skin on skin, sloppy sucking, our moans tangled together. I can barely breathe, lost in the rhythm, the taste, the heat of both of them using my body.
Marcus mutters, “Fuck, Mia, you’re perfect like this.”
Tyler growls, “Don’t stop, baby. God, you look so good with your mouth full.”
When I pull off of Tyler to take a breath, Marcus lifts me off of him, then rolls me onto my side, pulling my ass tight against him.
I can feel his cock hard and insistent, sliding between my thighs, finding its place.
He pushes inside, filling me deep, his hands gripping my hips, guiding every thrust. I moan and reach back for him, digging my fingers into his thigh, needing more.
Tyler kneels in front of me, stroking himself slowly as he watches Marcus fuck me.
His cock is thick and flushed, and the look in his eyes is pure hunger.
He leans forward and slides it between my lips.
I take him into my mouth again, sucking him deep, tongue swirling over the head as he groans, his hand tangled in my hair.
The feel of him in my mouth and Marcus pounding into me from behind is almost too much—stretching me, filling me, making me dizzy with pleasure.
We switch, bodies slick and shifting, and suddenly Tyler is behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance.
He pushes in, fucking me hard and deep while Marcus moves in front of me, guiding his cock to my mouth.
I open for him eagerly, sucking him down, tasting him as he slides in and out over my tongue, his hand stroking my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek as I take him deeper.
They take turns, flipping me onto my back, onto my side, Tyler holding my leg high as he thrusts into me, Marcus kneeling over me, his cock heavy and hot against my lips as I lick and suck him, moaning around him as Tyler pounds into me from behind.
The bed rocks against the wall, the noise obscene—skin slapping, cocks sliding in and out, our voices rough and shameless.
Sometimes I’m riding Marcus, his cock buried deep as Tyler kneels behind me, hands gripping my waist, their mouths on my breasts, their fingers everywhere. They praise me, urge me on, their cocks filling me one after the other until I’m shaking, gasping, coming over and over.
Every time I think I can’t take more, they shift positions—Marcus on his knees, Tyler pulling me into his lap, both of them pushing me, claiming me, making me theirs in every way they know how.
My body goes tight, every muscle locking up as the feeling crests hard and sudden. I cry out, my back arching, breath tearing out of me as it hits. I can’t hold it back. I shake, legs trembling, hands clawing at whoever’s closest, my voice breaking as the release crashes through me.
They don’t slow down. They keep moving with me, holding me through it, murmuring my name, swearing under their breath as my body reacts, clenching and pulsing, completely undone.
Marcus groans low and rough, his whole body going rigid as he gives in, burying his face against my neck as he comes inside me. I can feel his hot come pulsate through my rough, used pussy. Tyler follows a heartbeat later, spilling into my mouth, and I swallow him down.
I’m limp between them, chest heaving, head spinning, every nerve buzzing. My legs feel weak, boneless. I don’t even try to move.
Marcus presses his forehead to my temple, silent but present. Tyler’s arm drapes over my waist, warm and solid, grounding me.
Nobody speaks right away.
The fire pops softly in the stove. Outside, the wind moves through the trees.
Eventually, I let out a shaky laugh. “Well.”
Tyler chuckles, low and tired. “Yeah.”
Marcus exhales slowly, like he’s coming back to himself. “We should…talk about this.”
I close my eyes, a small smile tugging at my mouth despite everything. “Tomorrow,” I say. “Right now, I just want to stay like this.”
Neither of them argues.
And for the moment, nothing else exists.