Companions on the Ice Road
“We’ll continue this later,” Kirk informed her, his fingertips caressing her jaw.
“With a proper bed,” Stig added.
Fiona stared at the two males. Determination radiated in their taut faces while their pulsing erections against her thigh and abdomen indicated high passions. She swallowed, but the lump in her throat remained.
“You want to share me?” Her voice rose with incredulity toward the end of her sentence. Men didn’t share women. Sharing was fictional, the idea making for terrific books and entertaining movies.
Robert hadn’t wanted her, and he was one man. What were the odds of two desiring her?
“It’s either share or a fight to the death,” Stig said.
“Pardon?” Was he serious? She sat up in the darkness, attempting to read their expressions. A skill she needed to hone because she had no clue as to their true thoughts.
“Unless you want to choose one of us,” Kirk suggested.
“I like you both,” she said, before her brain hit first gear. “I couldn’t choose. Besides, I only met you today.”
“Sometimes the heart is the best judge,” Stig said.
Kirk’s snort sounded derisive, but she got Stig’s point even if she didn’t agree. Her need to think everything to death hadn’t worked with Robert. Perhaps she should try a new angle and go with her gut more often. With practice, she’d make better snap judgments. Her instinctive trust in these two brothers was working out so far. They hadn’t attempted to rape or pillage.Yet.
“We’d better get a move on if we want this freight to get to Churchill.” As Stig spoke he twisted and flipped the seat at their feet into an upright position. He leaned over and pushed open the door, before springing out with a grace she’d never emulate.
Kirk opened the door behind them and jumped out into the snow. He reached up for her and lifted her down. Seconds later, she sat in the front of the cab, once again in the middle.
“Get dressed, darlin’,” Kirk said. “Pull on your shirt and your jacket. Do you have your gloves? Your hat?”
“In the back.” Her teeth chattered in concert.
“I’ve got them,” Stig jumped into the cab and handed her clothes to her.
“What about you?” She fumbled with her polar shirt, attempting to get her hands in the sleeves. It was a tangled mess. She’d been cozy warm before they’d moved. In this respect, two men were much better. She tried to imagine Robert in this rugged landscape and failed. Robert liked his creature comforts. He’d never consider a visit, let alone setting down roots in the uncivilized north.
“I’ll check the sleds,” Kirk said.
“Isn’t he going to put on his coat?”
“We’re both used to the cold,” Stig said. “Besides, he won’t be long.”
Stig proved right, and Kirk climbed back into the cab a few minutes later. A blast of cold came with him, and Fiona edged away with a visible shiver.
“The sleds are fine. I used the broom to get rid of the worst of the snow, but it should blow off as we go. Look at you—all thumbs. Let me help you dress.” Kirk made short work of her tangled garment. He eased her arms into her jacket and plopped her beanie on her head. “Where are your gloves?”
“In my pockets.”
He found the gloves and helped her pull them on before diving in for a quick kiss. His lips were cold, but she soon warmed, the contrasts in temperature driving her hard and fast toward arousal.
“Enough of that. We have work to do.” Stig started Bess and pulled away from the shelter of the stones. The wind buffeted their vehicle, but the grip on the big wheels dug into the snow and ice and they chugged into motion.
“How do you not get lost? I’d get lost within five minutes.”
“We’re familiar with the road. It’s easy to pick out landmarks once you know what to search for,” Stig said. “We have GPS too.”
Fiona studied the landscape, or what she could see in the illumination of the headlights. Snow. Piles of the stuff, almost obliterating the trees and the road ahead. This was an unforgiving land, and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly.
They advanced through the night, the fall of snow finally ceasing. Stig kept the wipers on, the sound they made hypnotizing. Her eyelids fluttered closed even though she tried to stay awake.
