An hour later Dara was still smiling.
“How many runs you think we can we track up before we lose the fresh powder?” She flipped her goggles onto the brim of her helmet. The sun dazzled her eyes, crystals catching and reflecting back on every turn. There weren’t many skiers out yet, not this early on a Friday.
“If we keep heading higher, we’ll be good for the whole morning.” Kane and Jack bumped fists then slid forward to wait their turn for the chair.
“Remember there’s only double chairs on the top half of the hill.” Dara didn’t want to be separated from either of them. She leaned her hip casually against Jack’s side and he snuck a kiss from her. The cold air contrasted with the warmth of his mouth and made her lips tingle. She hadn’t intended on doing anything physical with the guys while they were on the hill, but they had other plans. They couldn’t seem to keep their hands off her. Every time they stopped she got pulled against one or the other of them and kissed thoroughly.
All the attention was making her feel a trifle giddy.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you warm.” Kane wiggled his brows at her as they settled on the chair and lowered the safety bar.
“Let me hold your poles,” Jack offered, and she handed them over. She twisted on the seat, trying to get comfortable for the long ride up. She leaned on Jack, his right arm that rested along the back of the chair the perfect height to support her head.
Kane pulled off one glove and stuffed it in his pocket. “Lift her leg for me, will you, Jack?”
“What are you doing— Oh my God, are you insane?” Dara found herself spread-eagle, her left leg hitched overtop of Jack’s, her right resting on Kane’s knee. Jack had snuck his right ski under hers and somehow pulled their limbs into a tangle without losing their skis in the process. “Bastard. You know the rule. Drinks for the rest of the trip are on you if they have to stop the chair so we can get off.”
Jack whispered in her ear. “Oh, I don’t think we need to stop the lift for at least one of us to get off. Ready to finish what we started this morning?”
Oh damn. “You’re not serious…”
Kane reached for her. “I love your ski pants. I was telling Jack earlier that seeing you in those things always gives me a hard-on.”
“They’re just backcountry overalls— Hey, no way!”
Kane paused, his hand under her coat as he played with her zipper. “You want me to stop, I will, but there’s no need. The fifteen-minute ride to the top is long enough for a bit of fun.”
Dara sealed her lips as she scanned the slopes below. They were right out in the open, the dangling chair in full view of anyone who happened to ski past and look up. Of course, there were so few skiers out she doubted anyone would bother looking to see what was happening—they’d be more intent on the uncut snow before them.
The sheer naughtiness of what Kane proposed sent an extra thrill through her. This was part of what she’d asked for in her excuse, wasn’t it? Sexual experiences she would never have thought of? It was also part of finding out what the guys were like when they weren’t simply being buddies to her. Dara took a deep breath and deliberately relaxed back against Jack. “Go for it.”
Kane smirked as he leaned over to kiss her. He tugged at her zipper and she sucked in her belly. Her bibbed overalls were designed with one zipper set that reached from waist to the top of the bib, and a second set that slid downward. She supposed if she were a guy she could have used the lower escape hatch as a quick-release method. She’d never dreamed of this possibility.
Kane adjusted the zippers until her pants were open just enough to allow him to sneak his hand under her long johns and into her panties. He stroked through her curls and she jerked at his touch.
“Shit…your fingers are cold!”
Behind her Jack shifted and she twisted her neck to look at him. “Kiss me,” he demanded, taking her mouth with his.
Erotic overload in three, two, one… Jack had turned her on in the morning without giving her release. All the attention and kisses for the past hour had been more than enough to keep her motor running on high, and now, between Jack’s lips and the teasing rub of Kane’s thumb against her clit, she was ready to have a meltdown. Kane’s cool forefinger slipped into her sheath and she cried out. Jack swallowed the sound and thrust his tongue into her mouth. The whole encounter seemed too fabulous to be true. The chair continued its ascent, the wheels overhead on the long support arm squeaking every time they rolled past a tower. Cold air snuck in with Kane’s hand, adding a layer of tension and unfamiliarity to the situation.
Kane added a second finger, the additional stretch drawing her closer to the edge of orgasm. He changed the angle of his hand and a violent rush of pleasure overtook her. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “Oh my—yes, right there. Don’t stop—don’t…ohhhh.”
“Sweet spot?” Jack asked, his warm breath tickling her ear.
“Seems that way.” Kane voiced his approval. “Right about…here.”
Bright spots floated before her closed eyes and she panted for breath. She’d been longing for this since Jack had left her aching this morning. “Screw…the play…by…play. Kane, please. A little more.”
He pressed on her clit on the next pass, repeating whatever mysterious trick he played internally, and it was enough to set her off. She leaned back and enjoyed every second of her orgasm, letting her guys support and hold her up. Her passage clutched Kane’s fingers, a sharp streak of pleasure racing from her core over her entire body. He stroked her labia softly as he withdrew his fingers, circling her wet slit again and again until the tremors ceased.
She was glad Kane had figured out how to adjust her zippers back to their proper places because she had no muscles to deal with it herself. In fact, if she didn’t pull it together quick she was in danger of buying drinks. The way she felt, managing not to fall the instant her skis hit the slope was long odds.
“God, you’re gorgeous when you come.” She opened her eyes to see Kane pop his fingers into his mouth and moan with approval. Holy shit. He licked his fingers clean, his gaze never leaving her face.
Dara licked her own lips. Kane was a dirty boy and she absolutely loved it. “Holy…damn that was good.”
They grinned at each other like fools until the chair wobbled again and Dara finally clued into their surrounding. They were five towers from the top of the hill, now within easy visibility of the lift operator in the safety booth.
“Watch yourself for a second.” Jack lifted her thigh and twisted his ski under the chair, returning her leg to the normal straightforward and side-by-side position with its partner. He handed back her poles and lifted the safety bar. “And we’re ready for the next run.”
Kane leaned past her to speak to Jack. “You wanna do her next trip?”
“You’re not serious.” Dara flipped her gaze back and forth between the two of them, examining their faces carefully. She should have been embarrassed, but the sexual hormones racing through her bloodstream made it tough to feel anything other than euphoric.
Jack nudged her shoulder. “I think we can keep you entertained, on and off the hill.”
Dara focused forward intently, attempting to regain strength in her still-trembling limbs. She was not about to trip and fall flat on her face like some bunny-hill skier. Holy shit…what had she unleashed?
Kane grabbed the edge of his board as he caught air off the jump Dara had discovered on their previous run. His mood was lighter than he expected, in spite of the rumble of need in his belly that grew larger by the second. If the erotic images flashing through his brain didn’t ease up, he was going to end up on an emergency stretcher. His cock was hard enough to wax and use as a snowboard.