Falling, Freestyle

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.

Still half-asleep, she lost the battle with Jack. Somehow he managed to pin her under his heavy body and she gave up, temporarily. She mock-glared up at his beautiful smile. “Jerk.”

“Hmm, good morning, sunshine. I see you’re bright and chipper today. Ready for a hearty breakfast? Porridge, eggs, kippers…”

Her stomach rolled. “Good Lord, that sounds disgusting.”

Jack grinned at her. “How about a chocolate banana smoothie instead?”

“Now you’re talking.” One of his legs nestled between hers and she savoured the weight of him against her body. Except for one thing.

“Think you can ease off my bladder there, big guy? I’m going to have an accident.”

Jack laughed and rolled, finishing with her on top of him. He nuzzled against her neck and cradled her close. “Sorry.”

“No worries. How long until the first chair starts?”

“An hour.”

“An hour? Sheesh, Jack, why’d you wake me so early?”

He tugged her against himself, naked except for a pair of plain boxers. “I need a little one-on-one time.”

His lips were gentle against her throat and the caress felt fabulous. “Where’s Kane?” she asked.

“In the shower.”

She dragged her fingers through his hair, loving the soft brush against her fingers. “You didn’t join us last night.”

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze scanning her face intently. “Wasn’t sure how well we’d sleep with three people in a bed. Besides, you and Kane were wrapped up together pretty tight.”

She pressed down on his chest, leaning away from him. “You watched us?”

“Just making sure you were all right. Last night—was everything okay with you?”

Was she okay? Even now the thought of the previous evening made her wet. There was certainly no problem with physical compatibility between either her and Kane, or her and Jack. “I loved it.”

His face softened, the concern written there easing.

Dara rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Yesterday had opened her eyes to a side of Jack she’d never seen before. He’d always been her protector. Last night had taken the level of trust she had in him to a new level. Being restrained had been wicked-hot, made so much better by the knowledge she had absolutely nothing to fear. Not with Jack guarding even as he guided her through the experience. She hadn’t realized how much giving control over to another person would turn her on. Reading about it in her books was nothing compared to the reality.

She could get to like it. A lot.

Jack twisted them slightly, resting on his side, pulling his knee up while keeping her leg draped over his. The position opened her, the bottom edge of the oversized T-shirt she wore as a sleep shirt sliding toward her waist. The soft brush of his fingers over her hip and the swell of her butt sent a shiver up her spine.

He kissed along her jaw, over her cheek and up to her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I need to know how you taste,” he whispered.

His hand continued to glide in slow even circles on her body, never moving any closer to her core. Dara threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled their mouths together, licking at his lips even as she opened her legs invitingly.

Jack laughed softly against her mouth. “You’re a demanding little creature, aren’t you?”

“Hmm, sometimes.”

“Me too.” He leaned back, putting space between their upper bodies. “Place your hand on my chest.”

His whole tone changed. It wasn’t cruel or harsh, but it was definitely an order. She dragged her fingers down his throat until she felt the muscular ridges of his chest. Her palm absorbed the heat radiating out from his bare skin. She traced small circles on his skin, relishing the opportunity to explore him so intimately.

His gaze trapped hers. “Don’t move.”

Dara smiled and pressed her open hand to his skin and froze it there. He stared into her eyes, observing, evaluating. Her pulse kicked up a notch as the endless circles he’d been making on her hip changed and he slid his fingers under the edge of her panties. It was the work of a moment to tug them to the side. A finger parted her already wet curls—just being with him had made her needy. Made her ready, and when he slid two fingers deep into her sex, she moaned aloud.

All motion stopped.

His voice whispered tantalizingly over her skin. “I’m sorry. I forgot to warn you. No noises either. Understand?”

She blinked and squeezed her lips together.

“Good girl.” He slid his fingers in and out a few times, nicking her clitoris with his thumb on every thrust. Dara concentrated hard to remain still, to not pump her hips toward his hand to add to the intensity.

Suddenly his fingers left her and she bit back her protest. She was nowhere near done. Empty, aching. He brought his hand up to his nose and breathed deeply, moisture glistening on his fingers.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Fabulous. I wonder if you’re as sweet as I think you’ll be?” Jack flipped his hand around and brushed his fingertips against her lips, the scent of her arousal strong in her nostrils as he painted her lips with her own cream.

Then he kissed her. Nibbles and licks, tiny bites to her lower lip before dragging it into his mouth and lapping all traces of moisture away. A heavy pulse beat in her core, along with a throbbing desire to be filled, but she remembered to stay still in spite of the temptation to rub against him. As he kissed her, he returned his hand to cup her mound, holding her firmly, but without enough pressure for her to reach a climax.

She was painfully close from only his kisses.

His tongue thrust into her mouth and she suckled it happily, imagining it plunging instead into her heated core. Wishing there was something filling her up. The kiss went on and on, and all the while she was conscious this was Jack she was kissing—her friend, her confidant. He held a piece of her heart, and now he seemed to have found the key to her body.

He drew back, breathless, eyes dark with desire, pupils dilated. He stared at her for a long moment before speaking. “You are very sweet. Thank you for sharing with me.”

When he moved to separate them, she shivered with dismay. Oh my God, no, that wasn’t it, was it? Dara opened her mouth to protest, then paused. He smiled. “You can talk.”

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” Damn, was that her voice? That whining child?

He examined her face, and she wondered if it revealed exactly how hot he’d made her. How close to the edge he’d brought her with a very simple touch. “Anticipation will make the rewards ahead even sweeter, Dara. I choose to wait. Can you?”

The sexual heat raging inside made her want to scream no and demand he bring her to a climax. The woman in her wanted to please him. She’d loved being restrained last night at his suggestion; perhaps this was something else he could teach her.

She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes.”

Jack lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. He shook his head gently, tenderness in his gaze. “I don’t want you cowering before me or hiding your eyes. I may like to call the shots, but you are my equal in all ways. You can always say no. Understood?”

A smile broke free. That’s the Jack she knew, looking out for her even as he whipped her world into a frenzy. A shot of mischief skipped through her and she rolled on top, catching him by surprise.

“Understood.” She leaned closer and kissed him hard, ignoring the urge to grind her sex against his rock-solid abdomen.

He sat up with her in his arms and tousled her hair. “Come on, sweetheart, it’s time to get ready for the day.”

When he pushed her toward the bathroom, she went with a final kiss to his cheek, a smile lingering on her lips.

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.

The snow conditions had never been better, but for the first time ever on a ski fling he found the day dragging. Normally, they’d ski until they were running on fumes, grab a quick lunch then power it out until the final second possible on the hill.

Yet today all he could think about was getting Dara naked in the damn hot tub. Or bending her over the couch and driving his cock into her from behind. Screw the skiing; he wanted to be spending time with her. In her. Now that the craving he’d had for her body had been released, like some Pandora’s box, there was no place to hide all his dirty fantasies away.

Even the knowledge Jack would be in the picture didn’t freak him out as much as it should. Last night, when Dara had sucked his cock, it was Jack who had ended up saving them both from what could have become a bad situation. There was no way Kane could have reacted fast enough to catch Dara when she wavered, not when she’d virtually sucked his brains out through the end of his dick.

Jack’s timely catch had made a potentially bad situation redeemable. If the anxiety he felt having a guy in the room meant fooling around with Dara was safer, he’d just deal with his discomfort.

The sun dipped behind the mountain and the temperature dropped noticeably as they finished their run. Dara yawned hugely, covering her mouth with the back of her glove, and Jack laughed.

“You ready to call it quits?”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Not until you do. I’m not winning the wimp award the first day out.”

Kane cleared his throat. “Last run for me. Let’s angle over to the—”

“You’re kidding.” Dara narrowed her eyes at him. “You? You never give up first. We usually have to haul your ass off the hill and hide your equipment so you don’t disappear in the middle of the night.”

Colour rose in her cheeks as he stared at her intently. Something in his face must have shown what boiled inside him. He leaned over to whisper against her ear. “I’m not planning on sneaking anywhere tonight that doesn’t involve you. And the only place my equipment is going to hide is deep inside your pussy.”

Her mouth hung open for a second before she glanced at Jack. “I think I’ve had enough skiing for the day as well.”

Sexual tension shot skyward. By the time they reached the cabin and placed their gear in the storage locker outside the door, their need was a tangible weight. They tumbled inside, shrugging off ski coats, scrambling to remove their heavy boots. Kane dragged Dara against him, one hand on her lower back to press her stomach into his erection to make sure she knew exactly how much he needed her. She pushed off her suspenders, Jack grabbed the bottom of her long sleeved shirt, and faster than Kane thought possible, she was naked from the waist up.

Screw finesse, he needed her now.

He took her breasts into his hands, cupping the weight of them and admiring the red nipples as they puckered tight.

“All day long I’ve been imagining this.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the point. Dara arched against him, locking her fingers in his hair and holding him close. He struggled out of his own clothes, tearing off his shirt then returning to the warm temptation of her skin.

The noises she made drove him insane. Each purr of pleasure from her lips, each sharp cry as he nipped, all of it teased him and brought him to the point of no return.

Jack joined in as well. Stripped to just his boxers, he pressed her from behind, kissing her neck, and she moaned out her delight.

“I want…oh God, I want whatever you want to give me.”

Kane managed to tug her overalls past her hips and knelt to bury his face in her crotch. She was wet, her curls slick with moisture as he used one hand to open her to his tongue. He had barely a moment to dip into her warmth before Jack interrupted.

“We need to move. Dara, I want your mouth on me and I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was a growl, primitive and harsh, and Kane couldn’t argue. He couldn’t wait either.

He scooped her up and carried her to the couch. Along the way Jack tugged the overalls past her ankles and suddenly there was nothing but her naked skin everywhere and goddamn if he wasn’t about to explode.

The soft leather of the couch beckoned and the images from earlier in the day leapt to mind. Kane twirled her, connecting her back to his front, his erection lying in the valley between her cheeks. He rocked his hips and it felt so fucking good he was ready to lose it.

Dara whimpered lightly and he loosened his grip. “Sorry, I—”

“Don’t stop. Come on, Kane, I want this.”

That was all he needed to hear for the slight edge of restraint he still had to break.

He pressed her over the back of the couch, bending her at the waist. She shot her arms out to catch herself, braced on the seat of the sofa. Her feet dangled off the floor, the soft smooth skin of her ass shining in the glow of the subtle lighting. He dropped to his knees and nipped one cheek.

“Fuck.” She squirmed and he moved quickly to pin her in place with one hand.

“Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere. Here’s a fantasy I bet you’ve never experienced. I’m going to fuck you from behind, Jack’s going to fuck your mouth. Two guys at one time—you want it?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. She looked at him over her shoulder, wiggling back against his hand. “Hurry.”

Jack laughed as he moved in front of her. “Bossy chick.”

“Isn’t she?”

His friend squatted and lifted Dara’s chin, gazing into her eyes. “Maybe she was a bad girl today and she’s actually looking for a little punishment.”

In a split second the tension in the room was completely transformed.

Dara sputtered before whispering her response. “Anything.”

Kane blinked in shock. He was still hotter than a fire, but suddenly he was uncertain, glancing at Jack for direction. His friend’s eyes almost glowed with lust. “Spank her,” Jack ordered.

Kane opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His hand already rested on her ass, the pleasure of the touching her naked skin making his dick so hard he was having difficulty seeing straight. And Jack wanted him to spank her?

“Do it,” Jack growled.

Kane jerked upright at the command. He rubbed Dara’s ass, circling gently. He waited until she relaxed, the tension in her body easing off a tiny bit before raising his hand and bringing it back down. The sharp ring of the smack of his palm against her skin echoed in the room. Her moan of pleasure rang louder still. The pink tinge to her skin increased and he smoothed the heated section slowly.

“You okay?” Jack brushed back the hair falling over her cheek.

She wiggled and sighed. “Yup.”

Kane smacked her other cheek and she squealed, a little hitch in her voice.

Jack stood and motioned to Kane. “How ’bout you?”

It wasn’t his normal kink, but damn if seeing how much it thrilled Dara didn’t make this work. “Oh yeah.”

He spanked her again and again, careful to place each strike in a new spot, careful to temper the strength of the blow. Dara rocked back into him, as if welcoming the sensation. Kane brushed his fingers past her slit, and her juices soaked him instantly.

“Oh hell, you do like that, don’t you?”

“Hmmm.” Dara’s words slurred as she spoke. “Now fuck me. I need you inside.”

No arguments from him. Kane grabbed his cock, ready to line up and thrust in when Jack shoved a condom into his hand.

Shit. His brain really was missing in action. It took a second to cover himself and move behind her, the pretty pink of her ass cheeks driving his lust higher. The tip of his cock lodged within her wet opening, he looked up to see Jack already in position in front of her.

“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.