Falling, Freestyle by Vivian Arend

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