Falling, Freestyle

Chapter Eight

Alpine Responsibility Code

Rule #8—Before merging, always look uphill and yield to others…

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

They slipped back into their cabin. Jack held the door for Dara as she rumbled at him.

“Made you? Oh boy, we need to talk about willing accomplices and other things.” He peeled off her coat and paused to admire her breasts. “God, I’m a genius. You’re just dying for me to put my mouth on you, aren’t you?”

Dara whimpered and nodded, reaching up to plump her breasts, tugging her own nipples.

He grabbed her wrists. “Hey, hey, slow down. There’s no need to rush.”

“You’re not the one suffering here,” she complained. “Kane had me on the edge of an orgasm before he left.”

Jack snickered evilly and splayed his fingers against her lower back, rocking her against his erection. “Oh, I’m in pain, believe me.”

He tried to keep it light, joking far more than he usually would, but he was fucking suffering. Not only were his balls blue from wanting her so badly, the urge to kick Kane out of the picture rose all the time. He didn’t like the sentiments he’d been experiencing toward his best friend. It was a hard contradiction—being turned on watching Kane and Dara together, and yet feeling jealous he wasn’t the one in charge.

The door flung open behind them and Kane stormed in. “Where is she?” His eyes lit on Dara and his frantic expression calmed. He shook his head sorrowfully. “Fuck it, that went a little farther than I intended. I’m sorry, Dara.”

She grabbed him by the collar and hauled him closer. “Damn right, and now you’re going to pay.”

A rush of lust and a flash of rage hit simultaneously. Jack forced himself to step back as he stripped off his ski coat. Dara was up to something, and she deserved the right to play this one out as she desired. She lifted her chin and her gaze darted between him and his friend. There was none of her usual submissive softness in her stance, just an all-out sensual burn that threatened to ignite the entire room.

“I want you naked, Kane.” Her voice husky, yet firm, made the hair on the back of his neck stand upright. His anger eased—Jack might not enjoy being dominated himself, but watching Dara lord it over Kane was a serious turn-on.

Kane nodded slowly and moved into the living room to comply. She turned her steely gaze in Jack’s direction and he raised a brow at her. Did she really think she could order him around as well?

“Kane and I are going in the hot tub to fuck like bunnies. You want to come?”

All his tension dissipated as he laughed and flicked open the button on his pants. Dara knew just the right thing to say.

“Oh, I want to come more than you can imagine.” Her gaze dropped to his waistline to watch intently, even as she removed her clothing. When she pulled off her snow pants and he saw the tufts of her curls through the ripped long johns he groaned. “Holy crap, Kane, you did rip her clothes off.”

“Necessity is the mother of invention.”

Soon the only item remaining on her body was the undershirt he’d given her that morning. The smooth skin of her ass peeked out from under the tails as she pivoted in front of him to check out Kane’s progress. His best friend sported a boner to rival his own as he stood patiently waiting for Dara’s lead.

Jack had to admit he was impressed—Kane didn’t hide himself as Dara strolled around him, one hand trailing over his skin.

“You were taunting me… You knew I couldn’t say anything in public so I think you owe me one. Or two.”

Kane grasped her fingers, trapping her palm against his ridged abdomen. “Damn climbing center. Derrick’s all balls and no brain. He could have waited until I got home to ask his questions but no…I didn’t mean to make you crazy.”

Dara leaned closer, glaring at him. Her threatening pose held for all of ten seconds before her face broke out into her usual brilliant smile. “Yes, you did, and I loved every minute of it.”

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. “Guys, you are seriously rocking it in the ‘give Dara her fantasies’ department. But I’ve still got a request and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it.”

Jack leaned back on the wall, giving her a little space. “Try us.”

Dara took a deep breath. “I can’t complain about anything you’ve done, except—it’s pretty much been a lot of one-on-one stuff. I…”

Her cheeks were rosier than they’d been when they came in from the cold.

Kane tugged her back against his body and she purred. He slipped his hand over her belly, fingers wide as he nestled her against his naked skin. “You want us together?”

She hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Does that make me some kind of super-kinky girl? I get so damn hot when I read about it, and maybe the whole experience is one of those ‘better in fantasy than reality’, but…”

Jack paced closer, his cock aching hard. Even though he wanted to rush ahead, she needed them to slow down a little. They’d been racing through everything for the past couple days, and while they’d stopped to watch movies and eat, they hadn’t really talked about their actions.

Frankly, Jack had been deliberately avoiding any discussions. He didn’t want to talk about what they were doing, because that would mean acknowledging he was enjoying the whole situation way too much. Enjoying it, while simultaneously hating it. The more time passed, the more he’d held himself back, forcing himself to not call all the shots.

Taking a backseat in the bedroom wasn’t sitting well. He loved being with Dara more intimately, and other than occasionally wanting to rip Kane’s throat out, things were okay with his best bud. Heck, it was great that Kane had asked him to join in the little game in the cafeteria—and he was happy Dara had gotten a thrill out of it, but it wasn’t his style.

But these were his issues to deal with and this wasn’t about him. It was supposed to be about Dara, and her needs and fantasies. He’d been too busy dreaming about how things could be in the future, when it was only the two of them, that he’d steered clear of the one thing she’d really asked for.

Time to grow a set and put his ego aside.

Dara trembled under Kane’s hands. He stroked her gently, easing her back and nuzzling her neck. “You ever have anal sex?”

“Yes. Not for a while, but I tried it.”

“Did you like it?”

Dara nodded again, guilt written on her face.

Ah, shit.

“Dara, look at me.” Jack tugged her to the couch and sat her on his lap. He luxuriated in the soft skin under his hands. She cupped his face and dragged her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with his fingers and sending a shot of pure lust to his groin. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about liking something that gives you pleasure. Anal sex, oral sex—”

“Fooling around in public?”

“Did that bother you so much? I thought you enjoyed it.”

“I did, and that’s the trouble. I shouldn’t feel as hot and needy as I do from making a spectacle of myself.”

Jack schooled his expression. She didn’t need him laughing right now, but damn, if she and Kane weren’t two peas in a pod. “I’ll say it again, anything that gives you pleasure and doesn’t harm another—why should you feel guilty?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Because I spent too many years being told to be a good girl?”

He shook his head. “If you hurt someone, go ahead and feel guilty. But you didn’t, so enjoy the horniness it caused. And if you want to take both Kane and me on at once, I’m game. We’ll go slow, and see if we can match your fantasies. I don’t think there would be so many stories written about it if there wasn’t an inkling of truth in them. In fact, the thought makes me hot as anything.”

Dara turned to look at Kane. “What about you?”

He laughed as he moved to kneel at their side, and the sex-charged tone changed the tension in the room, as if he’d lit a stick of sexual dynamite.

“If you’re asking if I’m up for it, I think you can tell my answer.” Kane wrapped her hand around his cock and rocked his hips slowly.

Dara touched her other hand to his cheek. He nuzzled her fingers for a moment, kissing them softly. His tongue darted out and he licked her, his face shining with mischief. Dara laughed.

Kane winked. “I thought I heard something about fucking like bunnies in the hot tub. It’s getting cold in here. Shall we move the party to a warmer climate?”

Jack opened the balcony door, gliding ahead to pull the cover off the hot tub. Kane cradled her, his fingers caressing and teasing her skin as he brought her to the side of the pool.

Dara clung to his neck as he lowered her in, drawing his mouth against hers. As their tongues tangled a sense of déjà vu washed over her. It felt so right, so proper to be in Kane’s arms. A splash splattered heated droplets on her back seconds before Jack pressed his lips to her neck and bit down lightly.

Having him there was just as proper as Kane.

They twisted her between them, raining kisses on her face. Kane slipped into the water to add his hands and body to the erotic teasing. Her mind fogged as pleasure built within her—the fires stoked higher and higher with every brush of their fingertips. Every caress of their lips. Kane raised her slightly, his fingers exploring and teasing her sex. The chilled winter air floated over her wet breasts and her nipples hardened, a second before Jack latched onto one and sucked the peak into the heat of his mouth.

Another drag of his tongue over the tip. Another circle around her clit by Kane. She teetered on edge, waiting for the moment her body would follow her mind—it was already gone, lost in the pleasures her men provided.

Kane teased a finger down the crease of her ass, pausing to circle her anus. When he dipped his fingertip into the nerve-sensitive area she let out a moan. Jack seemed to take that as an order to increase his assault and suckled harder, one hand cupping a breast, one slipping down to rub her slit. She leaned helplessly on Kane and let the wave break over her.

“That’s a girl. Let go, we’ve got you.” Kane whispered in her ear, his hands gentle, his tone caring. Tears sprang to her eyes in spite of the pleasure drenching her soul.

She panted to regain her equilibrium. It was suddenly too much, too intimate. The long hard length of Kane’s body behind her, the tender touch of Jack before her, the heated expression on his face as he ate her up with his gaze.

Dara struggled to her feet and pulled away from them to sit on the edge of the tub, fanning her face and blowing hard.

Kane grinned at her. “Getting a little overheated, are you?”

A nod was all she could answer. She stared at him, the cut muscles of his abdomen glistening in the faint lights reflecting from the hill. The moisture clinging to his skin defined each ridge, each slope, and she wanted to run her tongue along them, consume him in one sitting.

A sharp crack rang out and she snapped her head to the right. Jack stood on a deck chair, a gleaming icicle in his hand. He reached overhead and added another foot-long spear to his collection, then another. He spoke over his shoulder.

“I think we can do something about the heat, sweetheart.”

Oh God. The shiver racing over her skin had nothing to do with the temperature outside. She was so hot that melting with desire became a distinct possibility. Jack turned his brilliant smile on her as he climbed back into the hot tub, his collection of icy instruments of torture laid out in a row on the decking.

“Do you mind if I try one?” Kane reached past her to pick one up, the tip glistening with a droplet as the heat rising from the tub hit it.

“More than enough for us both, my good man.”

Dara laughed at Jack’s atrocious British accent. “You two are— Oh my…”

The words stuck in her throat. Kane slid the wet tip of his icicle down her torso with deliberate intent to drive her mad. He leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth, lashing it again and again with his tongue until it ached, fiery hot. When he stepped back and drew circles around the feverish tip, she thought the pleasure of it would set off an orgasm.

“That looks like fun. My turn.” Jack copied Kane’s actions and the pulse of desire shot from her breast to her sex, and she slipped a hand down to her aching clit.

“What do you mean ‘your turn’? If you hadn’t noticed, she’s got two.”

Jack laughed softly. “So she does.” He glanced at Kane for a second. “You okay with this?”

Kane nodded. “For Dara? Piece of cake.”

She forced her eyes to remain open to take in every second of their united attack. Jack wrapped an arm around her hips to lock her in position while Kane smoothed a hand up her thigh. His fingers inched closer to her needy sex, then she couldn’t see anything, or feel anything, but their mouths on her body.

She squeaked as Kane nipped the side of her breast then soothed the spot with the softening icicle. Flashes of heat and icy cold followed, all over her body. Her breasts, her ribs. Kane’s finger finally reached her slit and she purred with satisfaction as he slid a digit into her.

“Yes. Oh, that feels so good.” She looked down and tensed. “Hang on a minute. Kane, you’re not really going to—?”

Jack grasped her hips tighter and kissed away her protest, locking his lips over hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth but she knew what was coming. Anticipating the moment—this was either the stupidest thing she’d ever done or the wildest.

Icy coldness brushed the sides of her labia. Kane swirled the tip of a new icicle between the layers of her sex, and melting water poured off her heated flesh. He stooped and replaced the cold with the heat of his mouth, driving his tongue into her sopping-wet depths and lapping eagerly. Hot, then cold, again and again. All the while Jack kissed her, made love to her mouth, locking his fingers in her hair and dragged their mouths together. Kane pushed the now blunt end of the ice into her and she cried out. Jack released her lips, staring down as Kane fucked her with the icicle.

“That is so incredibly hot.”

Dara bit her lip and squirmed. “Hot? I think we need to shove an icicle up your butt if you think it’s hot.”

Kane stopped with the frozen shaft buried in her body. He leaned forward slowly, maintaining intimate eye contact, and gave her clit a deliberate lick. “Up the butt, hey? We can arrange that if you’d like.”

Oh sweet Jesus, what had she done?

He suckled her clit with increasingly harder pulses, once again moving the icicle. Her body had melted the shaft away so there was barely enough to touch her passage. Kane abandoned the chunk of ice and simply ate hungrily at her sex. The discarded pieces of ice swirled on the water’s surface as they rapidly melted away.

“Shove over, Kane.” Jack cracked a new icicle in two, drawing the edges over her body, rotating it to melt the sharper sections into a new smooth-tipped surface. He stood for a moment and held it out to her. “Suck on the tip.”

Dara opened her mouth and let him slip it in. It was freezing against her tongue, flavourless. She would have far preferred to take his cock, or Kane’s, into her mouth. Her saliva moistened it and made the surface slick.

He pulled it from her mouth with a pop. Kane increased the motions of his tongue against her clit as he twisted to the side to allow Jack more room. Jack pressed the ice back into her sex and she instantly came. Rocking hard, a quivering mass on the side of the hot tub. Jack’s strong arm supported her upright as she shook with her release.

Jack waited until she stilled before pulling her back into the water, arranging her over top of his body like a blanket. She breathed out a heavy sigh.

“That was incredible.”

“We’re not finished,” Kane warned.

Guilt rushed her. “You guys must be dying.”

Jack dropped a soothing kiss on her forehead. “We’re not done, but relax for a minute. Trust us?”

“Of course.”

He cupped her neck, massaging her shoulders, the tight sections of her upper body easing under his caress. Kane massaged her legs, pulling them into his lap as she sprawled belly down in the pool. Incredible attention, complete tenderness. She was going to break into tears at the emotions flowing through her.

Her best friends. Her lovers. How was she supposed to choose just one of them to go forward with after this weekend?

Kane lowered her legs and sat next to Jack, reaching over his friend’s torso to cup her cheek. “We don’t need to do anything more tonight. You skied like a banshee all day, and we’ve fooled around tons.”

Jack nodded his agreement. “Why don’t I go and make us dinner. We can rent a movie, have a few drinks. Just relax.”

Dara opened her mouth to protest. Kane spoke first. “I know it’s our last night here, but that doesn’t mean there’s an agenda.”

But there was. She squirmed off them to stand in the middle of the tub. Her gaze darted back and forth between them. Light Jack, dark Kane. Both smiling at her, both with heartfelt emotion showing in their eyes. Caring…even love?

Maybe she’d made the biggest mistake ever in even starting this weekend. Maybe when they went home she’d find their friendship would take a long time to repair. She didn’t know at all what tomorrow would bring. She was only certain of one thing.

She’d regret it forever if she didn’t take this opportunity to love them both.

“I want you. Please?”

Jack and Kane stood simultaneously. They didn’t look at each other, simply rose and held out their hands. She took Kane’s in her right, and Jack’s in her left, and let them lead her from the hot tub back into the house.

Kane stripped the blankets off the king-sized bed. Jack wrapped her briefly in a towel to catch the most of the moisture, then turned to start the gas fire across from them. The heat reached out and traced her skin. She sat on the bed and the heat from their gazes wrapped around her, even hotter.

They tumbled over her, hands touching, more and more intimate. Lips on her breasts, lips on her sex. Jack flipped her to her belly and laved from her slit to the star of her anus, and she moaned. His tongue pressed at the muscle. A tingling sensation raced through every inch and made her core ache with the need to be filled.

Kane tugged her to his side, his cock pressed to her thigh. “You need to ride me, okay? Jack’s going to take your ass.”

She smiled, wanting to chase a way a little of the seriousness. “You’re not an ass man?”

He shook his head. “Breasts all the way.” He cupped her neck and drew their mouths closer. “I want to be able to look you in the eye when we make love. I want to see every bit of what you’re feeling. Know every bit of what you’re thinking. I need to be there, with you, for every second.”

Her heart expanded and she kissed him, rolling him to his back and straddling his hips. He’d already donned a condom, so she rocked against his hard length, his shaft brushing her erect clit and making her want this even more. The tip of his cock breached her passage and they paused for a second before she settled, his shaft deep in her body.

Kane’s eyes rolled up in his head for a moment before he grinned at her. “Oh yeah. Now lean forward and kiss me while Jack gets you ready.”

Her heart fluttered as she obeyed. She liked anal sex, but with Kane stretching her full, this was going to be an entirely new experience. Not to mention she was doing this with them. Kane, and Jack, who even now trailed his fingers softly up and down her crease until she relaxed under his touch.

“I’ll go slow,” Jack promised again.

Dara wiggled back, trying to find a little more pressure from Jack’s fingers and Kane groaned. “Not too slow, or you’ll be a one-man show. I can only last so long.”

Jack slicked her up with the lube, teasing the nerve-sensitive area until she was begging for him to do more. One finger. Two. By the time he pressed three into her, the burning pressure carried as a steady pulse in her blood. Kane held her hips up and pressed in a few times, his cock igniting pleasure points deep inside as Jack teased her beyond belief.

“Now. I’m ready.”

“You need a litt—”

“Now!” Dara jammed herself back on his fingers. Wanting more. Wanting it all. Jack withdrew his hand and suddenly the hard tip of his cock was against her. Kane cupped her face and watched closely. She breathed out slowly as Jack pressed in, the flared head of his cock spreading her in two until he got past the tight outer muscle. He stopped and she screwed up her face.

“You okay?” Kane whispered.

“Not enough. Make him move, make him—”

“Do it, Jack,” Kane ordered.

Jack rocked slightly, the lube between them easing his way but the fire… Oh my God, she was going to go up in flames and he wasn’t even halfway in.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

She groaned in frustration. “It doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”

Jack grunted, continuing his slow progression until his groin hit her ass. He rested his sweaty forehead on her back and groaned. “Thank God, because this is fucking incredible.”

Dara blew out a long breath and all three of them paused. Kane nuzzled her neck. “You ready for the triple chair?”

“High speed?”

“The only way to ride.”

Jack adjusted his stance carefully, allowing Kane to support her hips slightly higher. That opened up enough room for Kane to withdraw, the mushroomed head of his cock clinging to her opening. As he pressed in, Jack pulled out, his shaft teasing the nerves deep within and making her sing with delight. One after another they thrust in, slowly increasing their speed, increasing the pressure. The angle brought Kane’s groin hard against her clit on each drive and the building orgasm notched up another level.

“So. Damn. Tight.” Jack’s words snuck out through rigidly controlled gasps.

“I can feel…” Kane broke off and squinted. He swallowed hard and canted his hips again to drive in still harder. “Are you close, Dara?”

“Umm-hum.” She ground hard on his abdomen on each pass, “Just a—”

She came apart. Her orgasm rippled along her sheath, clutching Kane’s cock. Jack rammed inside her ass, the friction oh so good, and another sudden burst of pleasure exploded. The sensation of her ass pulsing in rhythmical waves caught her by surprise.

“Holy fuck.” Jack crushed her hips against him and locked himself deep as her body squeezed and throbbed around both men.

Dara dug her fingernails into Kane’s arm as she gasped for control. Sexual satisfaction rolled over her, more and more waves, until she couldn’t stay upright and collapsed onto Kane’s chest.

He clasped her close. His hips jerked against her, but he kept his grasp careful even as he spoke softly.

“That was the most fucking incredible experience in my life.”

Dara laughed and turned her head so she could listen to the rapid pounding under her ear. Her own heart slammed in the same tempo. Jack withdrew from her body, returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned her gently before crawling beside them, leaning over to kiss the back of her neck. Tender. Soft. His words brushed her ear. “Thank you.”

Kane embraced her carefully as he rolled them to the side. His bright blue eyes examined her face, the corner of his mouth cricking up into a smile. “Yes, thank you. For sharing yourself with us. For being an awesome friend.”

She kissed his nose before collapsing back, one arm sprawled over each of their torsos. “What? No thank you ‘for kicking our butts on the ski hill, oh most wonderful goddess on skis’?”

They all laughed. Kane left her in Jack’s arms to hit the bathroom. Jack slid her closer, grabbing the top sheet from the floor and draping it over their naked bodies. “You can kick my butt on the ski slope any day.”

Dara scrambled for words. She wanted to say something. Wanted to tell Jack what was bubbling inside her heart. “Jack…”

He tucked her head under his chin and cradled against his long lean body. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

She slid her fingers over his back, along the muscles that shifted as he protected her and held her close. What could she say? She still had no idea which of the guys was the one for her. Misery tried to intrude, but she fought the emotions down. She wouldn’t let any regrets mar tonight. She was glad, oh so glad, of the opportunity.

“Dara? What’s up?”

She snuggled in tighter. “Umm, can we have burgers for dinner?”

He slipped his hand intimately over her belly and spooned her tight against his body. “For you, anything.”

She closed her eyes and prayed he really meant it.