“Ready for us?” Jack asked.
“Do it.” Passion deepened her voice, dragging at his senses.
Jack held his cock by the base and pressed the engorged head against her lips. She lapped at him before opening wide. As Jack slid forward, Kane copied the motion, rocking to work his way into her tight passage. He clasped her hips, his fingers digging into the muscles to get a firmer grip. Once he was totally seated, his groin flush with her butt, he paused, enjoying the sensation of being deep within her body. Then the need to move overwhelmed him, and he drew back, stopping with the head of his cock clinging to her opening.
One hard thrust after another followed, the demand to drive into her increasing until he felt nothing but the tight squeeze around him.
Jack groaned and Kane dragged his gaze from where his cock disappeared into Dara’s body. Jack held her head carefully, supporting her even as he buried his shaft between her lips. His cock glistened with saliva, and if the tension in his muscles was any indicator, his friend was nearing climax. Kane’s own impending explosion threatened, his balls tight to his body.
He was not going over without taking Dara with him. He reached under her body and found her clit.
A muffled cry broke from her lips, blocked by Jack’s cock.
There was more than enough moisture to smooth his fingertips over the rigid nub. Rubbing harder as he plunged deep, her gasps turned into a long steady squeal around Jack’s dick. Her passage convulsed, squeezing his shaft, dragging his own climax from him as he locked them together with a final drive. His cock jerked, semen flooding the condom until he wondered if he was ever going to stop.
Jack shouted, lost control and came. Dara swallowed eagerly, liquid spilling from her lips. Kane watched in fascination. In his brain-dead fog, it took a while to register that Jack had been right. A little voyeurism wasn’t a bad thing. Time blurred for a few minutes before Kane found the muscle to pull from her body. Suddenly Jack was there, cradling Dara against him as he made his way to the balcony.
Kane stumbled ahead to pull open the doors, and moments later they were relaxed in the hot tub, three boneless heaps.
Dara wiggled until she was draped over them both, one arm wrapped around his neck, her hips still resting in Jack’s lap. “Oh wow, that was fabulous.”
Jack laughed. “You’re going to have to speak up, I can’t hear past this ringing in my ears.”
Kane had to agree. He couldn’t even convince his tongue to work to tell Dara… He glanced down at her in his arms. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to tell her, but the satisfied glow in his body was nothing on what grew in his heart.
It was just as he’d suspected—they were compatible in and out of bed. Only, while the spanking had been interesting, that appeared to be more in Jack’s line of sexual play. And if this weekend was the time to impress Dara, and try to head toward a forever with her, he needed to not just blindly follow anymore. Not Jack’s lead, not his dick’s. He needed to make sure what he had to offer Dara got laid on the table as well, and he wanted it to fit with her fantasies.
It appeared he had a little speed-reading to do, from her personal fantasy book.
Chapter Seven
Alpine Responsibility Code
Rule #7—Showboating is allowed within designated areas only…
“You’re not serious.” Dara stared at Jack in shock.
“I’m not? Hmm, I thought I was.”
“But—”
“And wear this. I love this top.” He handed her the undershirt she’d originally brought to wear to sleep in. It was old and worn soft. It was also paper thin.
Dara pulled the garment over her head, that slight thrill of obeying his orders enough of a rush to make her forget to argue. When the fabric brushed her bare skin, she had to bite her lip to stop a moan from escaping.
She’d pretty much been in a constant state of arousal for the past two days. This morning she’d opened her eyes to find Jack wrapped around her in the big master bed, stroking her body to a feverish pitch. They slipped into making love before she finished waking up, her desire building hot and fast. It didn’t take long before his forceful thrusts made her climax so hard she’d screamed loud enough to wake Kane in the room below them.
The last thing she remembered the previous night, she’d been cuddled between her two guys, eating popcorn and watching a video until her eyes refused to stay open. Kane must have disappeared sometime after that. It was almost like an elaborate game of keep away, only she was the ball and they were taking turns tossing her between each other.
Jack growled, a low husky sound, regaining her attention and making her belly quiver with anticipation.
“That’s what I thought. Your nipples show through your shirt.” Jack dragged a finger down the swell of her breast. His fingertip caught the edge of her nipple as it tightened and he smiled. “Very lovely.”
He pulled up the suspenders of her bibbed ski pants and adjusted the strap lengths as she fought for composure.
“Jack, Dara. Hurry up. Aren’t you guys ready yet? The hill opens in ten minutes.” Kane wandered into the master bedroom and jerked to a stop, a lecherous expression drifting across his face. “Holy crap. Dara, you look hot.”
She stood a little straighter. Incredible. She was surrounded by Neanderthals. “Damn it, Kane, tell Jack I can’t ski like this.”
He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re going to wear a coat, right?”
“Yeah, but—I’m not wearing a bra.”
Kane grinned. “That, I noticed. Nice one, Jack. I like how you’ve got her ski pants arranged. Kind of looks like one of those old fashioned corsets holding up her boobs. God, you’ve got the most fucking gorgeous tits, Dara.”
She crossed her arms and covered herself. “Thanks so much, oh caveman.”
He wiggled his brows. “I told you before I’m a breast man. Look, it’s up to you, but so what if you’re not wearing a bra?”
“Hello, boobs hanging loose.”
“Again, so? Don’t try to bullshit me and say that teeny thing you wore the other night supported you more than this. You’re not jumping on a trampoline or anything—let the girls be free.”
She shook her head. “You’ve been watching way too much television.”
Kane pulled her close. He crushed her breasts against his torso and kissed her senseless. She wrapped her arms around his neck and dove in for all she was worth. Kissing Kane was rapidly becoming an addiction. He had a way of teasing with his lips and tongue that set every nerve on fire. The way he smoothed his fingers along her jaw made her feel all feminine and cared for. They stood for an eternity and yet it was only a moment before Jack cleared his throat and brought them back to earth.
Kane let her go, the dark expression in his eyes promising so much even as he turned her to face Jack. Again she was consumed, kisses and caresses raining down. If it wasn’t one of them, it was the other. Touching her. Holding her, caring for her. It all felt very right.
And she was no further in being able to choose between them than when she started.
Kane skidded to a stop beside the lift lineup and waited for Jack and Dara to join him.
“I love that run. Simply love it. Can we go again?” Dara’s cheeks were rosy and her enthusiasm poured out like sunshine.
Kane swallowed around the knot forming in his throat and forced out a laugh. “Of course.”
Jack stretched his legs, kneeling in a lunge. “Good Lord, guys, now I know you’re trying to kill me. Those moguls are big enough to disappear between. I’m calling pax. I want to do some easier runs through the trees.”