Falling, Freestyle by Vivian Arend Read Free Book Online

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    The reverberations of Jack’s shout as he came echoed off the walls. All she had the energy for was a long happy sigh before relaxing completely into a puddle on the mattress.

Chapter Four
    Alpine Responsibility Code
    Rule #4—Know your own limits…

    Kane was going mad.
    They left Dara snoozing while they unpacked and organized the cabin. Jack did his usual bit of magic getting supper going before burying his nose in her camouflaged book. Other than the occasional grunt and snort of laughter from him, the room grew quiet. Too quiet. The fire crackled, the soft and peaceful sound nowhere near enough to drown out the taunting voices rising in Kane’s brain. He busied himself, hauling his portable speakers in from the truck. Even the steady pulse of his favourite songs failed to lighten his increasingly dark mood.
    All mention of what they’d done with Dara seemed strictly off limits until he couldn’t stand it any longer. Supper was nearly ready, and they’d have to wake her soon. Kane gave the spaghetti sauce one final stir before plopping down on the couch opposite Jack.
    “I thought we were going to wait. We were going to let Dara know both of us were interested in her after this trip was over.” Jack raised his brows but kept reading the fake classic. Bloody bastard. “You caved damn fast.”
    Jack put the book aside and leaned back in his chair. “Considering the ménage was Dara’s idea, I don’t think I caved. I went along with her offer, like any gentleman would.”
    Right . “Like you weren’t instantly all over her when she offered.”
    “Yeah, well, I claim temporary insanity. I’d have to be a saint to not act when offered what I’ve been craving for years. What I didn’t expect, or want, is you in the picture. Still, I stand by what I said. If she’s looking for kink, it’s going to be with us and not some asses off the street. Doesn’t that make sense?”
    “Yes, but this totally changes everything.”
    Jack sighed. “I’m trying not to think too hard about that. It’s true, when this holiday is over, we’ll have to figure out what the hell is the next step.” Jack rose and peeked down the hall. “We need to wake her in a minute. Funny how she can sleep through anything.”
    Kane grumbled with frustration. “We’re really going to give her a ménage?”
    His friend pivoted on the spot and examined him closely. “What’s the matter? What aren’t you saying? I thought what happened earlier proved you were good with this. In spite of claiming I caved fast, I didn’t see you turning down the sex.”
    The gaping pit in Kane’s belly grew to monstrous proportions. He struggled to articulate the discomfort that had started in the back bedroom.
    Ah, fuck it, this was his best friend. If he couldn’t be straight-up honest with Jack, he was in deeper shit than he thought.
    “Sex with Dara is not the problem, but have you ever been involved in a real ménage before? Because an hour ago, that was me having sex with her, then you having sex with her. Kind of like glorified porn where it’s live action and we know the performers.”
    A sharp laugh burst from Jack. “I doubt Dara would appreciate being considered a porn star, but what’s your point?”
    Damn it. Having to spell it out made his worries seem more and more stupid. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
    “Don’t be an asshole, Kane. We’ve got three days ahead to handle being insanely intimate, having sex with our best friend who we both want for much more than a fling. Things are going to be fucked up enough without you having some deep, dark secret hanging over our heads. Now spill.”
    “That’s the issue. The insanely intimate part. I’m not into guys.”
    Jack choked. “What the hell are you taking about?”
    “You don’t turn me on. I’m not into the slash shit I hear about, okay? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s not my thing.” As soon as Kane let the words burst out,