Enticement (29 page)

Chapter Eighteen

“Blinking hell! It’s like a funeral parlour in here.” Kit laughed at the abundance of cards, flowers and get well soon balloons taking up space in the living room. “Amazing what rescuing a cat does for one’s reputation.” He nudged one particularly garish offering of a black sequined heart and smiled at Lillianna’s “get well and smoochy” message inside.

Following Sammie’s brief reappearance, the villagers had rallied round, each more eager than the last to express their sympathies over Kit’s injures, and to dismiss any suggestion that they ever thought he had anything to do with Sammie’s disappearance. An assertion Evie had learned to accept with grace.

Not that any of that mattered now. Kit was finally home, and so was Mimmy. The little kitten had suffered a bad dose of smoke-inhalation during the fire, but she was now fully recovered, thanks to Ross’s partner at the veterinary practice, who had thoroughly cleaned her up and taken her home to nurse, since Ross and Evie had their hands full travelling back and forth to the hospital to visit Kit.

Evie left Ross aiding Kit to remove his coat, and padded through to the kitchen to shove a pizza in the oven. The current plan was for the three of them to curl up on the sofa and watch a movie together. Only, when she returned, the boys seemed to have forgotten their coats. Ross’s lay on the carpet, and Kit’s still had one arm in his jacket. Evie hung back in the doorway, watching, as her lover tenderly rained down kisses upon Kit’s upturned face. “Making up for lost time?” she asked.

Neither of them replied.

“Keep kissing me and you’re going to have your work cut out for you,” said Kit. With his hands still covered in swaddling bandages, he was neither in a position to push Ross away or draw him closer. “I’m not sitting up all night with a raging hard-on that I can do nothing about. It’s been bad in enough in hospital. I’ll come and slap you in the face with it until you wake up.”

“Promises, promises,” Ross scoffed. He finally helped pull Kit’s other arm free of his coat sleeve. “You know I’m feeling a little frisky in that regard myself.” Ross rolled his hips so that his loins pressed tightly to Kit’s abdomen, in response to which Kit gave an anguished groan.

“Evil,” he cursed.

“What did you say about Evie?” Ross glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of her standing in the doorway. “Coming to join us?”

She took a few steps forward, but still didn’t intrude. It was great to have Kit home again, but she wasn’t sure the three of them getting frisky quite so soon was such a good idea. Ross apparently thought otherwise.

“Damn, you’re hot like this, Kit. I love the fact that you can’t do a blooming thing. I can do whatever I like and you can’t stop me.”

“Who says I can’t?”

Evie laughed at the challenge in Kit’s voice. She was pretty certain he’d come out on top of this power play scenario, even taking into account his injuries. However… “Ross, he’s still—” She was going to say injured, but Kit cut her off.

“—just fine. I’m just fine,” he said, and the purr that escaped Ross’s throat as Kit’s mouth closed over one nipple attested to that fact. “Who says I need hands to get either of you off?”

“Kit. The doctor told you to take it easy.”

“Yeah, and he also told me that Margaret Thatcher was the best thing that ever happened to this country, and that he thinks he’s emo son is gay.”

Evie came and perched on the arm of the sofa beside them. “You should still—”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Take it easy. Work up to things gradually. I’ll not do a thing. I’ll just sit here. That okay?”

She nodded, but the moment she’d done so, Kit exchanged a secretive look with Ross, and the latter slipped off Kit’s lap and knelt between his spread thighs. “Ross, no!”

“Please,” murmured Kit, a plea she hadn’t the heart to argue with. “All rest and no play makes Kit a growly sourpuss.” He pouted.

Evie raised her hands in capitulation. Ross immediately dived on Kit’s belt, and helped him wriggle far enough out of his trousers and underwear that the fabric bunched around his knees. His erection swung free of the restriction, the head already ruddy and ripe for a touch. Ross wrapped a large hand around the base of Kit’s cock and applied tongue to the head.

Thirty seconds of watching his head bob was enough to crumble her resolve. Evie clambered onto the sofa beside Kit and lavished kisses upon him. God, she’d missed this, even in the few short days they’d been apart.

“Evie.” Kit nudged her away with his words. “I want to watch him. I want to watch you.” There was no need to ask for further clarification. Evie shuffled off the sofa again, and stood a little to the right of Ross so that Kit could see them both without the need for movement.

“Which bit of me do you want to see first?” She coyly pressed her palms together and touched her fingertips to her lips.

“Lose the denim. You know I hate the stuff.”

Evie looked at him from under her eyelashes as she tugged down her zip, then she turned around to shimmy out of her three-quarter length cut-offs. The lace of her panties skimmed across the surface of her buttocks, rising up as she bent, no doubt giving Kit an impressive vision of her curves. Ross, she noted, when she turned to face them again, had adjusted his position so that he could keep one eye on her too. He was also struggling one handed with the buckle of his belt.

Clearly the moment demanded more than just the pleasure of giving.

“Want some help with that?” She released his fly and ran her cupped hands up and down the length of his smooth shaft. He was just as primed as Kit and leaking shiny beads of precome that she rubbed into the taut skin. Evie rolled onto her side on the carpet and wriggled into the space between the two men. The warmth of Ross’s body, coupled with the soft brush of the thick hairs around his loins felt great against her palms. So close to him, she revelled in the scent of his body, that earthy smell that made her want to snuggle up close to him and coat herself in it, as if to mark herself as his. His cock bobbed eagerly the closer she got, but she eschewed touching him there, choosing to tickle the underside of his balls with the very tip of her tongue instead.

“Oh, man. Evie! I can’t suck while you do that.”

“Sure you can,” she whispered close to his skin, knowing the stroke of her breath would tantalize him almost as much as the lick.

“I can’t.”

Ignoring the plea, she did it again, and somehow he managed to keep it together enough to continue fellating Kit, his body moving back and forth with the rhythm of his sucks. However, when she ventured toward the delicate nerve-endings around this anus, he jerked rather more violently, and clamped a hand upon her stomach. “Evie, no! Really no. This is about Kit’s pleasure, not mine.”

“Isn’t it about us all pleasing each other?”

“She’s right, you know, Ross,” Kit interjected. The sofa springs creaked as he strained forward trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on, but she doubted the angles involved allowed him much visibility. “Evie, how about you swivel yourself up here beside me and let me put my tongue to work too.”

Having just claimed this was about them all being equal, she could hardly refuse him on the grounds that he was supposed to be resting. Evie climbed onto the sofa. It took a moment or two of wriggling to negotiate the contortions involved in positioning herself so that Kit could reach her cunt without the benefit of using his hands, and so that she could still reach Ross well enough to suck him. She concentrated on doing that, rather than continuing to tease his puckered hole. Nevertheless, Ross seemed to be on a hair-trigger, his cock bobbing high, the skin stretched taut like that of a ripe plum. He groaned, despite having his own mouth full of Kit’s cock, and he was soon coated with a fresh glow of sweat.

For her own part, she tried not to concentrate on what Kit was doing with his tongue, although, he made that extremely hard. Kit had a way of touching her clit that seemed to pool warmth just behind her navel, that would then zip downwards turning her hardened clit into the centre of a magical explosion. She jiggled her hips, thinking about how good it would feel if one of them were to fuck her while the other licked. They hadn’t done that yet, but she was making mental notes for future possibilities. Right now, though, they were seriously making her buzz. Her thigh muscles involuntarily spasmed and clamped either side of Kit’s ears. He laughed, and the sound of his mirth amplified the sensation of ascent. This was going to be over very quickly.

Kit pushed Ross’s head clear of his cock. “You two didn’t have to be abstinent in my absence, you know.”

“How do you know that?” Evie glared at Ross, wondering when he’d told Kit.

“He didn’t say anything. It’s blatantly obvious. You’re both hyper-sensitive.”

“Ugh!” was the only response they got out of Ross, whose hips continued to piston. Evie returned to sucking him and seed flowed onto her tongue mere moments later. He sagged back onto his haunches, still panting hard. “Sorry, guys.”

“No problem,” said Kit from his position wedged between Evie’s thighs. He raised his head, revealing his chin, glistening with the wetness of her body. The two men’s gazes locked.

“What is it?” she asked. They reminded her of two stags locking horns. She eased herself around until the sofa fully supported her back.

“Come here.” Kit pushed himself upright using his elbow and nodded at his lap. Evie dipped her head, assuming he meant for her to take Ross’s place sucking him. “No. Astride.” Kit’s smile shone in his eyes—challenging, daring her.

“Wait.” Ross started rooting around in Evie’s purse for condoms.

“Equal,” said Kit, demanding her attention again. “I’m clean, and I assume you two are and that there’s some contraception going on somewhere given that you’re constantly at each other without any apparent concern for the consequences.”

“Hang in there.” Ross rushed over, having already ripped open the foil packaging.

Evie stayed his hand, before he could roll the sheath down Kit’s shaft. “He has a point, Ross. I want to feel him naked. Don’t you?”

“I… I guess. Maybe not at this precise moment.”

Although judging by the perkiness of his cock, it wouldn’t be long before he was considering it.

Evie slid onto Kit. He was as smooth as butter and pleasingly stiff. They took it steady, her taking charge since Kit’s movements were limited by his injuries. It wasn’t long before Ross was pressing up against her back, his hands seeking her breasts and the puckered teats of her nipples. Only half-hard, his cock rubbed along the crack between her cheeks in time with the motion of her rising and falling. This was surely the mirror of what Ross had been imagining that first night when Kit had stood in the kitchen doorway watching them. He must have thought of his lover joining them. Perhaps that was the reason he’d called Kit’s name as he’d come. He’d never intended the gasp to be a warning. It had been a simple admission of his thoughts.

“Kiss me.”

Ross met her demand, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, duplicating the motion of his fingers, two of which stroked through her damp curls to find her clit. They scissored briefly around Kit’s thrusting cock, before returning to the source of her pleasure.

“Come for us, Evie.”

“Yes, do.” Kit’s eyes fluttered closed and his neck arched back. “Before I beat you to it.”

Ross rubbed her clit a little harder and pushed a finger into her arse. The combined sensation from three points of stimulation set her soaring. Ross nuzzled her neck as she came, while Kit gasped against her chest as his cock spasmed inside her.

They held each other close.

“I love you,” she gasped, and she knew they understood she meant them both.

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Never venture out of bounds without a buddy—preferably two.

Falling, Freestyle

© 2010 Vivian Arend

Dara's past four incredible years have been lived to the fullest. Along with her best friends, Kane and Jack, she’s left no local wilderness unexplored, no ski slope unchallenged. Yet lately she wonders why they’ve never seen her as more than a buddy with breasts. When—or if—either man will cross that unspoken line.

It’s a line Kane eyes harder every day. Since high school, he and Jack have shared everything. A condo, vacations—and their best girl. Kane’s ready to get serious about his wilderness school and outfitter business, and that includes putting down roots. Preferably with Dara.

Wary of the men who’ve recently been sniffing around Dara, Jack has a growing sense that he or Kane better make a move soon, or they’re going to lose out on their perfect match. Question is, who does she prefer…and who’s going to bring their easygoing trio to an end?

Overhearing the boys arguing over her, Dara’s floored—and torn. Choose between them? No way. Drastic measures are called for, a plan for their annual holiday getaway that will clarify her feelings once and for all—or lose everything in a sexual storm of whiteout proportions.

Warning: Old friends turned lovers can get into the most trouble—exhibitionism, bondage, spanking. Anal sex, oral sex, unauthorized use of ski safety harnesses, icicles in the hot tub… The author apologizes in advance for any melted monitors.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Falling, Freestyle:

Alpine Responsibility Code

Rule #5—Safety restraints must be used at all times.

Dara stood erect, her breasts like some kind of missile system. Cocked and fully loaded, they aimed forward, barely contained by the wisp of fabric on her skin. It was the sexiest thing she owned and she felt more naked in it than if Kane had insisted she come to dinner in the nude.

She’d packed the scanty lingerie with uncertainty. Heck, she’d bought it during her mad planning session for this getaway, trying to think of what the guys might find attractive. It wasn’t her usual attire—having a string up her butt was not what she’d choose to wear most days. Besides, it was scary how much the shop had charged for mere inches of material.

It was all worth it when she saw the expression in Jack’s eyes as Kane led her around the corner. His hands skittered over the utensils he was placing on the table.

“Oh sweet thing. Where have you been all my life?” He gave her one of his exaggerated winks.

Suddenly she was comfortable again. These were her buds, her “cuddle in the dark because there’s a lightning storm outside the tent” friends.

Her lovers as of an hour ago.

There was nothing to fear from them, not even clad in the most come-hither outfit in the world.

Kane seated her carefully, taking the chair on her right. Jack sat on her left and they all filled their plates with the pasta and aromatic sauce.

Jack placed a piece of bread on her plate and she wrinkled her nose. “Garlic bread?”

Kane pointed with his knife. “He made Caesar salad too. We’re all goners, so you’d better eat some in self-defense.”

“Garlic breath. Ugh. I guess we’re not planning on doing anything else tonight.”

The expression in Jack’s eyes shot down that idea immediately. Dara took a deep breath and turned her attention to the table. She couldn’t maintain his gaze, not yet. Not when he seemed to look straight through her and see what she really wanted.

Which wouldn’t be so bad if she knew herself.

Their lovemaking before supper had made it clear she was physically compatible with both the guys. Now she needed to concentrate on her real agenda. Who did she want the most, not just in the bedroom? Who did she have the best chance at forever with?

She reached for her fork and stopped in surprise. “Umm, Jack? The food looks great, but you forgot to give me any utensils.”

“Didn’t forget.”

Okay, now he was getting annoying. She pointed beside her plate. “Hello, nothing to eat with.”

His fingers encircled her wrist and tugged her arm toward him. Jack laid a thin black strap over her skin and smoothed the Velcro fasteners together. The band formed a loop around her wrist, like a sports-watch strap. A longer section, with a locking clip, extended five inches toward the floor. She stared at him in confusion, attempting to pull her hand back. He closed his fingers over the strap and trapped her in place.

Oh my God.

Kane cursed. “You just happened to have handcuffs in your luggage?”

Jack shook his head. “Safety harnesses from my skis.”

Dara’s head spun a little as her heart rate increased in a rush. Pure adrenaline shot into her veins and morphed into desire. The tiny scrap of lace between her legs grew instantly soaked. Jack’s pupils dilated as he steadily returned her gaze. He waited, his hand supporting hers and she knew he’d felt her tremble. She waited, willing the blood pounding through her limbs to slow enough she could stay vertical.

“Dara?”

Jack held out his other hand, a second restraint dangling from his fingers. His unspoken question hung in the air. Did she want this?

Hell, yes.

Slow, unsteady, she lifted her arm and offered her wrist. Kane swore quietly. Jack pressed a kiss to her palm, his gaze locked on hers. “Good girl.”

He fastened the second strap, then rose to his feet. She kept her gaze fixed on the table, sensing him walk behind her. Waiting for his touch. A hand landed gently on her shoulder and she shivered. He kissed her nape, brushing back her hair to whisper in her ear.

“There’s a flush over your whole body right now. Like a glow, lighting your skin. It’s going to make you more sensitive. Make every touch so much richer.”

He drew the back of a finger down her throat and over the upper swell of her breast. The way Kane had arranged her breasts in the supporting cups had forced the edge of her areolas to be visible at the top of the wispy fabric. Jack caressed, butterfly soft, along the dividing line between skin and material, and she swore her heart would explode.

His palms came to rest on her arms, slipping downward until he reached her wrists. Carefully he brought her hands together behind her back, looping the extra material around her lightly. The click of the clips locking together echoed in her ears louder than the blood roaring past.

A moan escaped. She was on fire.

Jack slid a finger inside the strap loops, testing the fit. “They aren’t tight, but you let me know the instant you want them off, understand?”

She nodded, unable to speak. If she truly wanted to escape she could slip free. It was the thought of being restrained that carried her into the fantasy.

Jack knelt and cupped her chin in his hand. He pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue stroking her lips—soft, teasing. When he drew back she would have followed and he brushed his knuckles past her cheek in a tender caress. “Later. Now we eat.”

Dara breathed out slowly as Jack regained his seat. She jumped lightly when a hand touched her right shoulder, Kane seeking her attention. His expression made her whimper, just a small sound of desire escaping as the hunger visible on his face twisted her insides.

“You have no idea what you are doing to me.” Kane’s words drove the need in her core even higher.

She caught a flash of his blue eyes before he kissed her as well, rough and thorough. Sucking the air from her lungs, his fingers tangled in her hair to hold their mouths together. She lost track of where she was, forgetting even that they were in front of Jack. The haze of excitement enveloping her grew until she attempted to clasp him back, and her arms wouldn’t budge.

Another burst of lust shot through her. Oh my God, the restraints. Whatever else happened this weekend, she was already more turned on than she’d been in her life.