“It will—”
“Shut. Up.” Jack leaned back on the kitchen counter, his arms folded in front of him. “You need to open your mind. Sex isn’t all about missionary position and blowjobs.”
“I’ve never had any complaints in the bedroom.”
“I’m sure you haven’t. Neither have I, but I doubt what we’re doing is carbon copy.”
Oh man, there was a huge understatement. “Damn right. I put on my headphones as soon as I know you’ve got a woman in your room. I’ve never been into voyeurism.”
Jack flashed his deadly smile. “Looks like you and Dara are both in for an education, aren’t you?”
What the hell have I gotten myself into? Kane dragged a hand through his hair and let out a deep breath. “Fine. So for the rest of it, how are we going to do this?”
“Keep it fun, keep it light. Everything we do is intended to make Dara’s fantasy a reality. We’ve got a ton of skiing to do every day with the evenings wide open for play. I don’t think we need an agenda beyond that.”
The book lay on the table between them and Kane gestured toward it as he rose to his feet. “You enjoying that?”
“Just speed-reading for now. Looks like it’s got all the classic moves, although remember how Dara responded to being restrained? The book’s got a little more along that line.”
“Damn. Fine, I’m okay with that, although it’s not my typical bedroom ploy.”
“I can handle it.” A fairly smug expression crossed Jack’s face.
Kane stared at him. “No shit? Really?”
Jack wiggled his brows. “You should leave your headphones off a little more often.”
“Arghhh…” The images racing through his brain did nothing to ease the ache in his groin. Just thinking about Dara soft and submissive under him made him hard. Maybe he wasn’t being completely truthful to Jack about what he liked in the bedroom, but he’d never gotten into ropes and shit.
His friend laughed. “I think you should read chapter seven. I’m pretty sure you could get into what’s in there better.” Jack slapped him on the shoulder and the weight lifted a little more. “I’ll put the rest of dinner together. You go get Sleeping Beauty up and bring her here. The night is still young, and I think we should enjoy every minute of it.”
Kane strolled slowly toward the bedroom, his good humour returning rapidly. What the hell had he been worried about? Jack was his best friend and Dara his constant sidekick for the past four years. Heck, she’d sat with him when he got blood work done. She’d helped clean his bedroom. If that hadn’t scared her away, and she still wanted this with him and Jack, he could suck up his concerns.
He stood in the doorway for a second, loving how she lay spread-eagle over the entire mattress. She was an admitted bed hog. When they shared a tent, they usually pinned her between them to stop her from stealing all the available space. He sat slowly on the edge of the bed, not wanting to frighten her. She rolled toward him and stretched lazily.
“Umm, something smells fabulous.” Her blonde hair had escaped the pigtails completely and lay unruly on the pillow. The soft tresses framed her face, and he couldn’t resist leaning over and pressing a kiss to her lips.
She latched on, her arms holding him close. When she let his lips go, she moved to tenderly cup his face in her hands.
“You ready for dinner?” Kane kissed her nose and pulled her upright with him.
“Very ready. I can’t believe I slept again. I’m not narcoleptic or something, am I?”
He laughed. “No, you’ve been working full-time and you’re on a holiday. It’s fine to let go and take it easy. Besides…” He stood her on her feet and thrilled as he smoothed his hands over her soft skin once more. “We worked you over pretty hard. We want you to have enough strength for the rest of the holiday.”
She flushed. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be up for the double-black-diamond runs first thing tomorrow morning. Give me a second to get dressed and…”
Dara looked around pointedly and he swore. He’d been so distracted by his conversation with Jack, he’d left her bag in the main room. “Shit—I’ll go grab your clothes for you.”
She lifted her chin. “Either that or you strip as well. I’m not into being the only one naked in the room.”
Her arms were crossed and there was the most adorable pout on her face. Kane paused for a minute. He remembered Jack’s comment that she might like to be controlled. Maybe…he could make her fantasy continue.
Kane slipped back to the living room. Jack gave him a questioning look, but he simply headed to the couch and dug into Dara’s bag. Hallelujah. Matching bra and panties in the top pocket. He pulled them out and a slim makeup bag followed, snagged on the bra strap. With a quick grab, he caught it before it could fall to the floor. He turned to replace it when the shape of the object inside made him pause.
Holy shit.
Jack came to his side. “Kane? Are you going through Dara’s bag? That’s dangerous. Women have killed for less—”
Kane held the now-open cosmetic bag and let the dildo show. The anatomically correct, life-sized cock made of some sort of purple-and-yellow-striped rubbery material. It was all he could do to not drop the thing back in her bag and race away.
“Fuck—I wonder if it glows in the dark.” Jack took the bag from him and peered intently at the thing.
“There’s a whole side to our girl I’d never dreamed of,” Kane muttered.
Dara’s voice rang from the back room. “You going to China to buy me new clothes, or what?”
Kane snatched up the frilly underthings he’d found and turned to go.
“Hey, aren’t you taking her bag with you?” Jack waved the fake cock in his hand and suddenly it was funny as shit. Kane shook his head as he laughed out loud, walking back to the bedroom. Jack called after him with an evil tone in his voice. “Your funeral.”
Dara sat on the bed, the top sheet pulled across her body like a shield. “What the hell took you so long? I’m starving.”
“You could have come out and joined us.” Kane passed over the dainty bits of lace and she took them, hand extended as if she expected more. “That’s enough. You won’t be naked, and it’s not cold. Jack’s got the fireplace going.”
She opened her mouth to protest. He was sure something rude about his mental capacity was ready to fly when she surprised him. She stood and let the blanket fall, her pale skin shining under the soft light from the bedside lamp.
His mouth watered.
Her full breasts stared him in the eye as she passed back her bra. “Maybe you should help me put this on.”
She pivoted on the spot, her tight buttocks shifting slightly. He responded like a moth to a flame. One step brought him close enough to cup her ass cheek as he leaned against her warm skin.
“You’re full of tricks, aren’t you?” The scent of her perfume filled his brain and all thoughts of leaving the room vanished.
“Only if you want to play.”
He smoothed his hands over the crests of her hipbones, drifting upward an inch at a time until he cupped her breasts. Kane drew in a deep breath, his nose buried in her hair, the tight peaks of her nipples stabbing his palms. He nibbled on her neck and earlobe, massaged her breasts and her heartbeat accelerated under his caress.
Her stomach growled, long and loud, and they both laughed.
“How sexy.” Kane pressed a final kiss to her neck then fastened her bra, helping her settle the straps on her shoulders. He leaned her forward, gritting his teeth as her ass pressed against his groin. Ignoring the contact as best he could, he repositioned her breasts in the bra cups before guiding her upright.