Falling, Freestyle by Vivian Arend Page A

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