Vivian Arend - Falling, Freestyle

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.

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.”

Kane nodded. “No worries. You want to meet up in the cafeteria for some lunch today? My treat?”

“Fries?” Dara grinned at them both.

“Sounds perfect,” Jack agreed. “You got your walkie-talkies? We can touch base once we’re done a few runs and arrange to meet.”

Jack stood and slid next to Dara. She offered her lips without any prompting, and Kane thought how much things had changed in just a couple days. How had they spent so many years together without getting involved? Kissing her seemed as natural as breathing, holding her just as right. They waved Jack off and turned to stand in line for their turn on the lift.

It was time to add a little fun to their day, Kane-style. “So, you enjoying your trip to Big White?”

Dara smiled at him. “Very much.”

“How long you here for?” A furrow appeared between her brows. He hurried on, knowing she’d catch on soon enough. “I’m here until Sunday. Sure hope the ski conditions hold.”

Her eyes widened as she figured out what he was doing and he fought to hide his grin. “Oh, I got here a few days ago myself. Yeah, the conditions are great.”

“Have you found a favourite run yet?”

“There’s a super one to the right of the chair, if you like them hard.”

Kane took a deliberate ogle down her body before looking her in the eye. “I know how I like them. Do you like them hard?”

Someone behind them snickered as they slipped into position for the chair to pick them up. Dara spoke softly. “You’re such a perv.”

“You wanna play some more?” he whispered back.

The look she turned on him was pure Dara. “Come here often?”

The entire ride up they exchanged sexually loaded innuendo until she was squirming in place. “Shit, Kane, you need to stop. I’m already hanging out the front of my ski pants, I don’t need to have a wet crotch as well.”

“People will just think you fall down a lot.”

She hit him on the arm. “How dare you insult me? I don’t fall down.”

“Well, there was that one time I seem to remember you doing a few spectacular wipeouts. Your first day on a snowboard.”

She laughed. “Oh my God, I’d forgotten you were there to see that. Good thing I’m flexible, or I would have snapped something for sure.”

He caught her eye and let the heat he felt for her simmer to the surface. “I think I’d like to see just how flexible you can be.”

Dara stared at his mouth, her pink tongue slipping out to peek between her lips and leave behind a shimmer of moisture. “Hmmm, that sounds—intriguing. But that would require you to catch me first, and I somehow don’t think you’re fast enough.”

They’d reached the top of the lift, slipping off the chair and heading toward the run they’d done earlier. Kane had to stop to fasten on his second boot. As he fumbled for the buckles, she stuck out her tongue and saucily wiggled her ass before poling hard and heading for the trees.

By the time he caught up to her, they were already a third of the way down the hill. He cut her off and laughed as she shouted, pulling out of his path. He herded her closer and closer to the trees, keeping an eye out for other skiers. The run was fairly empty—only expert skiers would take this route in the first place and the closer it got to lunch the fewer bodies remained.

She turned to the right and he paced her, coming in low on her side and forcing her back to the left. Small trails disappeared into the bush, and he saw the moment she made her break, turning sharply and disappearing from the main run. He followed her, staying on a higher trail so he could track her direction. They descended farther, Dara laughing the entire time until she pulled to a stop on top of a small rise hidden in the trees. She leaned over her poles, panting hard.

“Okay, I give up. You win.”

Kane glanced around quickly as he released one foot from his board. He maneuvered her back toward the nearest birch tree tucked in amidst all the fir and spruce.

“What are you doing? Kane, are you insane?” She was still laughing as he crowded her body with his. Her skis extended backward on either side of the tree, and he braced himself between her legs, rocking his groin against her core. Dara grinned her approval. “Oh hello, not insane.”

She ripped off her helmet and dropped it mindlessly to the snow before fumbling with his chinstrap. The instant it was loose, she shoved his helmet off as well, letting it crash and roll away as she dug her fingers into his hair and hauled his lips against hers.

God, she tasted good. Sunshine and fresh air and all Dara. Sweet and alive and he lifted her up slightly to get a better grip on her ass. He thrust his hips, rocking his erection hard against her body, her legs and skis dangling in mid-air. He didn’t care how heavy it was to hold her up, could only think of the violent need in his groin to slip into her warmth again.

She yanked his mouth from hers, a gasp escaping her lips. “Jesus, Kane, why’d you start this out here? I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me.”

Sweet mercy. “Oh, I can so do that.”

He lowered her, frantically scrambling through his pockets to find the condom he’d hidden away that morning in the hopes of just such an event. Dara wiggled, struggling to keep her balance as she unzipped and rearranged her clothing.

“Damn it, Kane, I can’t…”

He paused in the process of hauling out his cock. She’d managed to open her zippers but her long underwear stood between him and paradise.

“You like those undies, sweetheart?” Screw it. If she did, he’d buy her new ones. He dropped to one knee, snagged the fabric in his fingers and, with one harsh pull, ripped the crotch open.

“Thank you. Hurry.” She stole the condom from between his teeth where he’d placed it for safekeeping, and shredded the plastic wrapper. He stood still as she reached down to cover him. Her warm hands surrounded him, and he hissed, holding back from coming at the mere touch of her fingers.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry—” Dara leaned against the tree and opened as wide as she could, tilting her hips forward.

In an instant he nudged at her core with his cock. After the icy air surrounding him, her scalding heat welcomed him in. He squatted slightly to find the right angle, lined up and drove in with one hard motion.

She gave a cry of delight and clutched his shoulders. “Oh yes, Kane…”

With one wild thrust after another he plunged into her, their heated gasps filling the air with a cloud of fog. The faint noises of the forest and skiers swooshing by in the distance faded away, overwhelmed by the incredible gasps of pleasure from her lips. Wet sounds from where their bodies joined carried up to him, adding to the pleasure rocking his mind. Inside Dara, playing games and laughing, even as he loved her. He wanted this forever.

The heat of their bodies almost crackled in the air. When she grabbed him by the head and pulled their lips together, moaning with her release, he let go, driving his cock as deep as possible as he poured into the condom.