Falling, Freestyle by Vivian Arend Read Free Book Online Page B

remember how Dara responded to being restrained? The book’s got a little more along that line.”
    “Damn. Fine, I’m okay with that, although it’s not my typical bedroom ploy.”
    “I can handle it.” A fairly smug expression crossed Jack’s face.
    Kane stared at him. “No shit? Really?”
    Jack wiggled his brows. “You should leave your headphones off a little more often.”
    “Arghhh…” The images racing through his brain did nothing to ease the ache in his groin. Just thinking about Dara soft and submissive under him made him hard. Maybe he wasn’t being completely truthful to Jack about what he liked in the bedroom, but he’d never gotten into ropes and shit.
    His friend laughed. “I think you should read chapter seven. I’m pretty sure you could get into what’s in there better.” Jack slapped him on the shoulder and the weight lifted a little more. “I’ll put the rest of dinner together. You go get Sleeping Beauty up and bring her here. The night is still young, and I think we should enjoy every minute of it.”
    Kane strolled slowly toward the bedroom, his good humour returning rapidly. What the hell had he been worried about? Jack was his best friend and Dara his constant sidekick for the past four years. Heck, she’d sat with him when he got blood work done. She’d helped clean his bedroom. If that hadn’t scared her away, and she still wanted this with him and Jack, he could suck up his concerns.
    He stood in the doorway for a second, loving how she lay spread-eagle over the entire mattress. She was an admitted bed hog. When they shared a tent, they usually pinned her between them to stop her from stealing all the available space. He sat slowly on the edge of the bed, not wanting to frighten her. She rolled toward him and stretched lazily.
    “Umm, something smells fabulous.” Her blonde hair had escaped the pigtails completely and lay unruly on the pillow. The soft tresses framed her face, and he couldn’t resist leaning over and pressing a kiss to her lips.
    She latched on, her arms holding him close. When she let his lips go, she moved to tenderly cup his face in her hands.
    “You ready for dinner?” Kane kissed her nose and pulled her upright with him.
    “Very ready. I can’t believe I slept again. I’m not narcoleptic or something, am I?”
    He laughed. “No, you’ve been working full-time and you’re on a holiday. It’s fine to let go and take it easy. Besides…” He stood her on her feet and thrilled as he smoothed his hands over her soft skin once more. “We worked you over pretty hard. We want you to have enough strength for the rest of the holiday.”
    She flushed. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be up for the double-black-diamond runs first thing tomorrow morning. Give me a second to get dressed and…”
    Dara looked around pointedly and he swore. He’d been so distracted by his conversation with Jack, he’d left her bag in the main room. “Shit—I’ll go grab your clothes for you.”
    She lifted her chin. “Either that or you strip as well. I’m not into being the only one naked in the room.”
    Her arms were crossed and there was the most adorable pout on her face. Kane paused for a minute. He remembered Jack’s comment that she might like to be controlled. Maybe…he could make her fantasy continue.
    Kane slipped back to the living room. Jack gave him a questioning look, but he simply headed to the couch and dug into Dara’s bag. Hallelujah . Matching bra and panties in the top pocket. He pulled them out and a slim makeup bag followed, snagged on the bra strap. With a quick grab, he caught it before it could fall to the floor. He turned to replace it when the shape of the object inside made him pause.
    Holy shit.
    Jack came to his side. “Kane? Are you going through Dara’s bag? That’s dangerous. Women have killed for less—”
    Kane held the now-open cosmetic bag and let the dildo show. The anatomically correct, life-sized cock made of some sort of