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.

They stood, pinned together like some frozen butterfly specimen, waiting for his brain to resume functioning. He was locked into a half crouch, and if he moved the wrong way, he was likely to end up flat on his ass with his dick hanging out. He dropped his head to her shoulder and sucked for air.

“That…holy moly…that was fucking marvelous.”

He laughed in response. “You’re a dirty girl, Dara. I love it.”

She cupped his cheek in her hand. He savoured the sensation for a moment before they parted and worked to put everything back in place.

Kane caught her looking at him with an amused expression on her face. “What?”

She gestured toward his slowly deflating cock as he dealt with the condom and tucked himself away. “Cold air is supposed to make that thing smaller, not bigger. Oh, and good job on being a boy scout.”

He caught her close for another moment, striving to enjoy every second, every touch.

“The payback for following the motto of ‘Be prepared’ has never been sweeter.”


The cafeteria was packed and Dara looked around in confusion, hoping to spot one of the guys. Kane’s head stuck out above the other customers waiting in the food line, and she headed his direction.

“Dara.”

Off in the corner, Jack waved a hand, and she wove her way to his side. They were in the farthest corner of the room facing the bank of windows overlooking the ski hill. Jack cleared a space on the bench and patted the wood beside him.

“Come here, I have something for you.”

She climbed over, dumped her helmet and gloves on the table and stared at him expectantly. He wrapped a hand around her neck and drew her close enough to kiss. Soft, mouth to mouth without demanding anything else. His tongue nicked her upper lip as they parted and she smiled. “Why, thank you, that was so sweet.”

The boarder dudes on the other side of the table grinned before carrying on with their conversation. With her back to the main room, the rumble of voices in her ears smeared into a wash of white noise and it was like being alone. Her. Jack. The trio of guys across from them rambling about the gnarly jump they’d found on one of the side runs.

Jack leaned closer and nibbled her earlobe. A thrill shivered through her and her nipples tightened, rubbing against the thin fabric of her undershirt. Good lord, she was becoming a nymphomaniac. She’d just had sex with Kane in the trees and she was already panting hot for Jack. This weekend was supposed to be helping her decide between them, and so far the only thing she’d been able to decide was that both of them were excellent in—and out of—bed.

“Unzip your jacket.” His voice tickled in her ear as heat built in her belly. Warmth spread as she lifted her hands slowly to obey his command. She glanced out the windows, taking a clandestine glance at the guys opposite them, wondering if they would notice what she was wearing. Or not wearing.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She stared into his eyes. His chocolate brown orbs mesmerized her as she inched the fastener on her coat downward. The sound of each zipper tooth releasing rang impossibly loud in the room. How could it be so clear over the rumble of hundreds of people talking and laughing simultaneously?

How could her heart beat louder still?

Jack’s gaze lowered, skimming the edges of her jacket and lingering where she knew her nipples stuck up like headlights on high beam. “Very nice. Take your jacket off completely when I tell you to.”

Dara remained visually locked with him. “But…”

He cupped her cheek and kissed her again, sweeping his tongue into her mouth this time. She melted a little and her resistance failed. As long as he was there to watch over her, she had no trouble with being a little…risqué…in public.

Jack rested his forehead against hers and whispered softly. “Kane and I spoke while you were in the washroom. So, you only met him today, did you? Hussy.”

Oh my God. “He told you about us fooling around on the hill?”

“Of course. And it looks like your new friend might come over to our table as well. Want to keep playing?”

Jack role-playing? “Do you want to?”

He shrugged. “If it makes you feel good, I’m all for it. This is all about your fantasies.”

She sucked in a gasp. He’d snuck his hand inside her coat and now tormented the aching tip of one nipple. Small smooth circles with his thumb teased the hard nub and she bit her lips together.

“Dara? Is that you?”

Jack withdrew his hand and turned to face Kane. She played along. “Hi.”

He nodded toward the seat. “That spot taken?”

She shook her head and he plopped his tray down.

Jack nudged her shoulder. “You going to introduce me?”

Dara glanced between the two of them, watching them eye each other like strange dogs vying for territory instead of the best friends she knew them to be. “Jack, this is Kane, he’s who I skied with on my last couple of runs. Kane, this is my…”

“Partner. Good to meet you, Kane.” Jack thrust out his hand and the two shook, Dara trapped between them. Jack’s inner arm brushed her chest, and her already hypersensitive skin drove her need up another notch.

“Same. You’re a lucky dog, Jack. Your girl’s a great skier. I enjoyed myself with her very much.” His tone implied more than just a run down the slope and Dara flushed furiously. This was seriously twisted—how turned on she was getting. Her ruined underwear had no chance of containing the moisture flooding her passage as she considered the sexual overtones swelling around them.

Jack raised a brow. “You did? Well, Dara’s full of tricks. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” He turned her to nestle her back to his front, both of them sitting astride the bench and facing Kane. Jack brushed his lips against the side of her neck and she instinctively leaned to open room for him. He took advantage of her vulnerable position to slip her coat from her shoulders.

Kane stared greedily. Her breasts were displayed like an exotic smorgasbord. Dara concentrated on moving enough air into her lungs to stop from passing out. She grew light-headed. She’d never felt this desired before in her life. Jack’s hands rested possessively on her hips and she ached to have him touching bare skin.

Kane cleared his throat, dragging his gaze back up to hers before looking over her shoulder at Jack. “She’s a very special lady.”

“Definitely. And a hungry one. Dara, you mind if I leave you for a minute? I need to pick up some things for our lunch.”

Dara shook her head, slightly dazed. Somewhere along the line she’d lost track of what was going on. Clarity returned in a rush as Jack slid her forward, closer to Kane. “You seem like a decent guy. She told me what happened, you know.”

Kane jerked back. “She told you—?”