Page 23 of His Mansion

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 open for a second before she glanced at Jack. “I think I’ve had enough skiing for the day as well.”

Sexual tension shot skyward. By the time they reached the cabin and placed their gear in the storage locker outside the door, their need was a tangible weight. They tumbled inside, shrugging off ski coats, scrambling to remove their heavy boots. Kane dragged Dara against him, one hand on her lower back to press her stomach into his erection to make sure she knew exactly how much he needed her. She pushed off her suspenders, Jack grabbed the bottom of her long sleeved shirt, and faster than Kane thought possible, she was naked from the waist up.

Screw finesse, he needed her now.

He took her breasts into his hands, cupping the weight of them and admiring the red nipples as they puckered tight.

“All day long I’ve been imagining this.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the point. Dara arched against him, locking her fingers in his hair and holding him close. He struggled out of his own clothes, tearing off his shirt then returning to the warm temptation of her skin.

The noises she made drove him insane. Each purr of pleasure from her lips, each sharp cry as he nipped, all of it teased him and brought him to the point of no return.

Jack joined in as well. Stripped to just his boxers, he pressed her from behind, kissing her neck, and she moaned out her delight.

“I want…oh God, I want whatever you want to give me.”

Kane managed to tug her overalls past her hips and knelt to bury his face in her crotch. She was wet, her curls slick with moisture as he used one hand to open her to his tongue. He had barely a moment to dip into her warmth before Jack interrupted.

“We need to move. Dara, I want your mouth on me and I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was a growl, primitive and harsh, and Kane couldn’t argue. He couldn’t wait either.

He scooped her up and carried her to the couch. Along the way Jack tugged the overalls past her ankles and suddenly there was nothing but her naked skin everywhere and goddamn if he wasn’t about to explode.

The soft leather of the couch beckoned and the images from earlier in the day leapt to mind. Kane twirled her, connecting her back to his front, his erection lying in the valley between her cheeks. He rocked his hips and it felt so fucking good he was ready to lose it.

Dara whimpered lightly and he loosened his grip. “Sorry, I?—”

“Don’t stop. Come on, Kane, I want this.”

That was all he needed to hear for the slight edge of restraint he still had to break.

He pressed her over the back of the couch, bending her at the waist. She shot her arms out to catch herself, braced on the seat of the sofa. Her feet dangled off the floor, the soft smooth skin of her ass shining in the glow of the subtle lighting. He dropped to his knees and nipped one cheek.

“Fuck.” She squirmed and he moved quickly to pin her in place with one hand.

“Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere. Here’s a fantasy I bet you’ve never experienced. I’m going to fuck you from behind, Jack’s going to fuck your mouth. Two guys at one time—you want it?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. She looked at him over her shoulder, wiggling back against his hand. “Hurry.”

Jack laughed as he moved in front of her. “Bossy chick.”

“Isn’t she?”

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