He caught her close for another moment, striving to enjoy every second, every touch.
“The payback for following the motto of ‘Be prepared’ has never been sweeter.”
The cafeteria was packed and Dara looked around in confusion, hoping to spot one of the guys. Kane’s head stuck out above the other customers waiting in the food line, and she headed his direction.
“Dara.”
Off in the corner, Jack waved a hand, and she wove her way to his side. They were in the farthest corner of the room facing the bank of windows overlooking the ski hill. Jack cleared a space on the bench and patted the wood beside him.
“Come here, I have something for you.”
She climbed over, dumped her helmet and gloves on the table and stared at him expectantly. He wrapped a hand around her neck and drew her close enough to kiss. Soft, mouth to mouth without demanding anything else. His tongue nicked her upper lip as they parted and she smiled. “Why, thank you, that was so sweet.”
The boarder dudes on the other side of the table grinned before carrying on with their conversation. With her back to the main room, the rumble of voices in her ears smeared into a wash of white noise and it was like being alone. Her. Jack. The trio of guys across from them rambling about the gnarly jump they’d found on one of the side runs.
Jack leaned closer and nibbled her earlobe. A thrill shivered through her and her nipples tightened, rubbing against the thin fabric of her undershirt. Good lord, she was becoming a nymphomaniac. She’d just had sex with Kane in the trees and she was already panting hot for Jack. This weekend was supposed to be helping her decide between them, and so far the only thing she’d been able to decide was that both of them were excellent in—and out of—bed.
“Unzip your jacket.” His voice tickled in her ear as heat built in her belly. Warmth spread as she lifted her hands slowly to obey his command. She glanced out the windows, taking a clandestine glance at the guys opposite them, wondering if they would notice what she was wearing. Or not wearing.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She stared into his eyes. His chocolate brown orbs mesmerized her as she inched the fastener on her coat downward. The sound of each zipper tooth releasing rang impossibly loud in the room. How could it be so clear over the rumble of hundreds of people talking and laughing simultaneously?
How could her heart beat louder still?
Jack’s gaze lowered, skimming the edges of her jacket and lingering where she knew her nipples stuck up like headlights on high beam. “Very nice. Take your jacket off completely when I tell you to.”
Dara remained visually locked with him. “But…”
He cupped her cheek and kissed her again, sweeping his tongue into her mouth this time. She melted a little and her resistance failed. As long as he was there to watch over her, she had no trouble with being a little…risqué…in public.
Jack rested his forehead against hers and whispered softly. “Kane and I spoke while you were in the washroom. So, you only met him today, did you? Hussy.”
Oh my God. “He told you about us fooling around on the hill?”
“Of course. And it looks like your new friend might come over to our table as well. Want to keep playing?”
Jack role-playing? “Do you want to?”
He shrugged. “If it makes you feel good, I’m all for it. This is all about your fantasies.”
She sucked in a gasp. He’d snuck his hand inside her coat and now tormented the aching tip of one nipple. Small smooth circles with his thumb teased the hard nub and she bit her lips together.
“Dara? Is that you?”
Jack withdrew his hand and turned to face Kane. She played along. “Hi.”
He nodded toward the seat. “That spot taken?”
She shook her head and he plopped his tray down.
Jack nudged her shoulder. “You going to introduce me?”
Dara glanced between the two of them, watching them eye each other like strange dogs vying for territory instead of the best friends she knew them to be. “Jack, this is Kane, he’s who I skied with on my last couple of runs. Kane, this is my…”
“Partner. Good to meet you, Kane.” Jack thrust out his hand and the two shook, Dara trapped between them. Jack’s inner arm brushed her chest, and her already hypersensitive skin drove her need up another notch.
“Same. You’re a lucky dog, Jack. Your girl’s a great skier. I enjoyed myself with her very much.” His tone implied more than just a run down the slope and Dara flushed furiously. This was seriously twisted—how turned on she was getting. Her ruined underwear had no chance of containing the moisture flooding her passage as she considered the sexual overtones swelling around them.
Jack raised a brow. “You did? Well, Dara’s full of tricks. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” He turned her to nestle her back to his front, both of them sitting astride the bench and facing Kane. Jack brushed his lips against the side of her neck and she instinctively leaned to open room for him. He took advantage of her vulnerable position to slip her coat from her shoulders.
Kane stared greedily. Her breasts were displayed like an exotic smorgasbord. Dara concentrated on moving enough air into her lungs to stop from passing out. She grew light-headed. She’d never felt this desired before in her life. Jack’s hands rested possessively on her hips and she ached to have him touching bare skin.
Kane cleared his throat, dragging his gaze back up to hers before looking over her shoulder at Jack. “She’s a very special lady.”
“Definitely. And a hungry one. Dara, you mind if I leave you for a minute? I need to pick up some things for our lunch.”
Dara shook her head, slightly dazed. Somewhere along the line she’d lost track of what was going on. Clarity returned in a rush as Jack slid her forward, closer to Kane. “You seem like a decent guy. She told me what happened, you know.”
Kane jerked back. “She told you—?”
“I’m the one who suggested she needed to find someone she liked. Dara enjoys things a little on the wild side. Maybe you want to join us later in our room.” Jack stood and kissed her cheek, pausing to whisper in her ear. “You should see the faces of the guys across the table right now. They’re listening intently and I think one of them is ready to explode. I’m going to go get us some lunch. While I’m gone, follow Kane’s lead.” He dragged his fingers through her hair and kissed her one last time, lingering, passionate. He stared intently at Kane, nodded once, then left them alone.
Alone, except for an audience of three who held their breath as Dara peeked at Kane from under her lashes. When in the hell had her guys learned how to act like this? It was like some kind of elaborate hoax, yet they were playing it improv.
Kane cleared his throat. “He knows?”
Dara nodded.
“Good. That’s an interesting proposition he just made. You think I should take him up on it?”
Her skin flushed red-hot as he winked the eye on the side away from their watchers. Her mouth was bone dry and she struggled to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. She was as good as naked from the waist up, with the see-through shirt allowing her nipples to peek through. She quickly checked the main area of the cafeteria. It was one thing to pull a stunt like this in front of adults, but she didn’t want to freak out any families or kids.
The setting was perfect. No one could see what was going on, tucked into the corner like they were. Well, no one except Kane—and three very quiet young men fiddling with their food. They weren’t even pretending to hold a conversation anymore, far more intent on the drama before them.
So be it—she officially got off on being watched and thought a sexpot. Dara squirmed, hoping the seam of her ski pants would provide a little relief against her throbbing clit. She spoke softly. “What do you want to do?”