Page 33 of His Mansion

Jack grasped her hips tighter and kissed away her protest, locking his lips over hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth but she knew what was coming. Anticipating the moment—this was either the stupidest thing she’d ever done or the wildest.

Icy coldness brushed the sides of her labia. Kane swirled the tip of a new icicle between the layers of her sex, and melting water poured off her heated flesh. He stooped and replaced the cold with the heat of his mouth, driving his tongue into her sopping-wet depths and lapping eagerly. Hot, then cold, again and again. All the while Jack kissed her, made love to her mouth, locking his fingers in her hair and dragged their mouths together. Kane pushed the now blunt end of the ice into her and she cried out. Jack released her lips, staring down as Kane fucked her with the icicle.

“That is so incredibly hot.”

Dara bit her lip and squirmed. “Hot? I think we need to shove an icicle up your butt if you think it’s hot.”

Kane stopped with the frozen shaft buried in her body. He leaned forward slowly, maintaining intimate eye contact, and gave her clit a deliberate lick. “Up the butt, hey? We can arrange that if you’d like.”

Oh sweet Jesus, what had she done?

He suckled her clit with increasingly harder pulses, once again moving the icicle. Her body had melted the shaft away so there was barely enough to touch her passage. Kane abandoned the chunk of ice and simply ate hungrily at her sex. The discarded pieces of ice swirled on the water’s surface as they rapidly melted away.

“Shove over, Kane.” Jack cracked a new icicle in two, drawing the edges over her body, rotating it to melt the sharper sections into a new smooth-tipped surface. He stood for a moment and held it out to her. “Suck on the tip.”

Dara opened her mouth and let him slip it in. It was freezing against her tongue, flavourless. She would have far preferred to take his cock, or Kane’s, into her mouth. Her saliva moistened it and made the surface slick.

He pulled it from her mouth with apop. Kane increased the motions of his tongue against her clit as he twisted to the side to allow Jack more room. Jack pressed the ice back into her sex and she instantly came. Rocking hard, a quivering mass on the side of the hot tub. Jack’s strong arm supported her upright as she shook with her release.

Jack waited until she stilled before pulling her back into the water, arranging her over top of his body like a blanket. She breathed out a heavy sigh.

“That was incredible.”

“We’re not finished,” Kane warned.

Guilt rushed her. “You guys must be dying.”

Jack dropped a soothing kiss on her forehead. “We’re not done, but relax for a minute. Trust us?”

“Of course.”

He cupped her neck, massaging her shoulders, the tight sections of her upper body easing under his caress. Kane massaged her legs, pulling them into his lap as she sprawled belly down in the pool. Incredible attention, complete tenderness. She was going to break into tears at the emotions flowing through her.

Her best friends. Her lovers. How was she supposed to choose just one of them to go forward with after this weekend?

Kane lowered her legs and sat next to Jack, reaching over his friend’s torso to cup her cheek. “We don’t need to do anything more tonight. You skied like a banshee all day, and we’ve fooled around tons.”

Jack nodded his agreement. “Why don’t I go and make us dinner. We can rent a movie, have a few drinks. Just relax.”

Dara opened her mouth to protest. Kane spoke first. “I know it’s our last night here, but that doesn’t mean there’s an agenda.”

But there was. She squirmed off them to stand in the middle of the tub. Her gaze darted back and forth between them. Light Jack, dark Kane. Both smiling at her, both with heartfelt emotion showing in their eyes. Caring…even love?

Maybe she’d made the biggest mistake ever in even starting this weekend. Maybe when they went home she’d find their friendship would take a long time to repair. She didn’t know at all what tomorrow would bring. She was only certain of one thing.

She’d regret it forever if she didn’t take this opportunity to love them both.

“I want you. Please?”

Jack and Kane stood simultaneously. They didn’t look at each other, simply rose and held out their hands. She took Kane’s in her right, and Jack’s in her left, and let them lead her from the hot tub back into the house.

Kane stripped the blankets off the king-sized bed. Jack wrapped her briefly in a towel to catch most of the moisture, then turned to start the gas fire across from them. The heat reached out and traced her skin. She sat on the bed and the heat from their gazes wrapped around her, even hotter.

They tumbled over her, hands touching, more and more intimate. Lips on her breasts, lips on her sex. Jack flipped her to her belly and laved from her slit to the sensitive spot between her cheeks, and she moaned. His tongue pressed at the muscle. A tingling sensation raced through every inch and made her core ache with the need to be filled.

Kane tugged her to his side, his cock pressed to her thigh. “You need to ride me, okay? Jack’s going to take your ass.”

She smiled, wanting to chase a way a little of the seriousness. “You’re not an ass man?”

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