“Lick it.” The gravelly tone in Kane’s voice was completely unlike him.
When Dara’s tongue darted out to touch the ruddy head of Kane’s dick, Jack closed his eyes briefly in self-defense. The sheer eroticism of watching—he’d never expected to experience this much pleasure. It was true what he’d told Kane earlier. The pressure in his balls rose, but not as urgent as if it was him standing before her. He waited patiently, one hand rubbing his own cock through his jeans. The rigid length pressed against the fabric and he longed to strip off his clothes.
Kane threaded the fingers of his free hand into her pale hair, pulling it away from her cheek and clearing Jack’s view.
“Fuck.” Kane groaned. His head fell back as Dara opened her lips and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, adding moisture to the surface, and he guided her deeper on every pass. Her lips stretched around his girth as he rocked his hips a bit farther each time until her nose nestled in the curls at his groin.
Her bright eyes stared up at him and Kane stroked her cheek. “You good?”
She nodded slightly and he withdrew, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Kane pressed in again and again, supporting her head and fucking into her mouth gently at first, then with increasing force. Jack watched Dara’s body closely for any signs of discomfort, but she leaned eagerly into the thrusts.
It was better than any porn he’d ever seen. Fuck, it was better than some sex he’d personally experienced. Jack stripped off his clothes, completely ignored by the others as they continued their erotic dance. Jack stroked his cock, thrusting into his fist in rhythm with Kane’s motions.
The wet sounds of sucking, the continual mutters and groans from Kane’s lips, echoed in the room. “So close. Damn, I’m so close, Dara. If you don’t want to swallow, you got to let me—fuck.”
Her throat convulsed and Kane arched his back, his cock buried deep in her mouth. The two of them locked together, his body shaking, face screwed up in a grimace of extreme pleasure. Jack moved quickly and dropped his knees behind Dara, catching her body against his as she wavered unsteadily, her hands trapped between them. He wrapped one hand around her torso, shoving aside her bra to cup her breast. His other hand slipped between her legs, under the tiny triangle of fabric and into the wet heat of her slit.
She hummed, her mouth still full of Kane’s cock, but her hips thrust against him, seeking his touch. She shook in his arms, reaction to the whole situation obviously overwhelming her.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He stroked upward, drawing moisture over the tight nub of her clitoris. Kane stepped away, and Dara let him go, her head falling back to rest on Jack’s shoulder. He teased her, fingers light over her clit, and she shivered then laughed.
Kane sat in front of them where he’d collapsed. He stroked a hand up her torso to clasp her other breast. “What’s so funny?”
Dara rotated her hands until her fingers cupped Jack’s balls and cock. “Holy fuck, woman, not too tight.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Oh damn, that feels good, Jack.”
One finger he pressed into her, then two, the heel of his hand continuing to stimulate her clit. Dara panted lightly, her hips rocking forward in an even rhythm to fuck herself on his fingers.
“Not enough. More.”
Another finger slid next to his—and he met Kane’s eyes over her shoulder. His friend shrugged and grinned, leaning over to suckle her breast through the thin fabric of the bra.
Dara let out a long moan. “Yes, oh yes, that’s good.”
She panted lightly, the tiny whimpers driving Jack insane. She maintained a steady pulse with her fingers over his dick, and he bit down on her neck, laving the mark he left behind. He pressed kisses upward to behind her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth then swirling his tongue around the sensitive tissue. He could eat her alive, every inch of her, and not have enough.
The tight pressure in his balls and cock made him lightheaded, and he’d never wanted more to be deep inside a woman. He fought for the strength to keep his promise of no more sex. The touch of her hands on him was enough and his release edged closer.
“Holy shit.” Dara straightened, her body tightened and she came. Her sex tightened around his fingers, a long low keen of delight escaped her lips. She shook in his grasp, head writhing from side to side until the shaking diminished. Jack swore as his climax hit, strands of semen spurting from his cock to coat her lower back and buttocks. The sticky moisture smeared between them, her fingers wiggling against him and drawing out his pleasure.
Stars floated before his eyes.
Kane’s hand withdrew and he pulled Dara forward to cradle her against his body. Jack shook off his own lingering stupor to undo the straps from her wrists, the rippp of the Velcro loud in the room, carrying above the harsh sound of their erratic breathing.
Holy shit was right. She’d reacted so beautifully, he was still in a cold sweat from all the possibilities flashing through his mind. If he had his way, he’d pick her up, carry her to the master bedroom, tie her to the bed and start all over. But that would hardly be fair, not to her, not to Kane.
The battle between the bonds of friendship and the desires in his belly was fierce, but short. Tonight, he’d put aside his remaining hungers, but he needed some space if he wasn’t going to act on his yearnings.
Jack rubbed her wrists tenderly, massaging her arms and lifting them around Kane’s neck. “Why don’t you take her to the shower? Have a nice hot one, then head to bed. Tomorrow is going to come early, and we’ve got a reputation to maintain of setting the first tracks of the day.”
Dara twisted in Kane’s arms, confusion on her face. “What about you?”
He smiled reassuringly. “Shower’s too small for three. You guys go ahead.”
Kane stood and jostled her for second, attempting to balance with his open jeans and still carry her.
“Put me down, you idiot, you’re going to hurt something.”
“Sack of potatoes…”
Dara slapped playfully at Kane as he wiggled until he could flip her over his shoulder. She squealed, Kane laughed, and something warm and tender lit in Jack’s belly in spite of the acid bite of jealousy. They were friends—at the root of it all they knew how to care for each other.
He watched Kane walk down the hall, Dara bouncing on his shoulder. She lifted herself up, happy face smiling as she blew Jack a kiss before disappearing from sight into the bathroom.
Jack hauled himself off the floor to collapse on the couch. As the sound of the shower clicked on in the distance, he stared into the fire. Tonight had done nothing but offer more convincing evidence that he truly wanted to be with Dara.
And proof that sharing her was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever done.
Chapter Six
Alpine Responsibility Code
Rule #6—You must have sufficient physical dexterity to safely ride all lifts…
The distant sound of Kane’s slightly off-key singing woke her. Either that or it was the violent shaking of the mattress as Jack threw himself beside her, wrapped his arms around her and tickled. Dara squirmed, attempting to wiggle free.
“Damn it, Jack, stop.” The quilt was toasty warm from Kane’s body and she didn’t want to lose the lazy sensation in her limbs. She’d forgotten how much she loved sharing a bed. No cold toes, cuddles all night long. Relaxed from their shower the previous night, she’d crawled into Kane’s arms and promptly fallen asleep. Waking in the night and rolling to find a warm body to snuggle against had been a little bit of heaven.