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favours.” He glanced toward the balcony. Kane sat on the railing, staring at the ski resort. While there was nothing he wanted more than to keep Dara in his arms—and his bed—all weekend long, that wasn’t what she’d asked for.
    Until the weekend was over, he had no right to demand her to himself.
    He swept his gaze down her torso, admiring her breasts and the smooth skin of her belly inches away from him. Her eyes sparkled, and her cheeks were flushed. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
    “Such a poet.” She bit her lip again, glancing out at Kane.
    Fuck . Jack hesitated for a second. She was certainly aware of Kane’s location at all times. He gave up. “You’re going to need to go to him.”
    Her head snapped around. “You…don’t mind?”
    “Hell, yeah, but it’s kind of hard to have a ménage with only two people.” He loosened his grip on her hips, stroking the soft skin under his hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth lightly. “Dara, if you’re sure this is something you want to try, I’m honoured you trust us that much. At anytime if you want to stop, that’s all you have to say. You understand me?”
    She nodded, leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder as she hugged him close. “You’re my best friends, Jack. I trust you both completely.”
    As he skimmed his hand over her bare back, caressing her skin and feeling her shiver under his touch, he wondered. She was trusting them with everything—not just her body, but her heart—and that gift was the most precious thing he could imagine.
    He stood, lowering her slowly to the floor. When she fumbled with the towel covering her, he reached out and helped her secure it, his fingers slowing as he brushed the rounded tops of her breasts.
    She stared at him for a full minute before she turned to join Kane on the balcony.
    He watched her walk away, her hips swaying easily from side to side, and he wondered how in the world he could possibly share her for the next three nights and not be changed.

    “Kane?”
    He continued to stare away from her as she waited. Temperamental ass. Fine. She knew how to handle Kane when he was in a mood. She grabbed him by the back of the collar and pulled hard. He slipped off the railing to land in a puddle at her feet.
    “Fuck it, Dara, what was that for?”
    She glared at him. “I wanted to apologize for springing this idea of mine on you, and it’s too freaking cold to stand here in my bare feet while you pout.”
    “I do not pout, and damn right you should apologize.”
    She stuck out her lower lip. “Did I offend your delicate feelings with my wicked proposal?”
    He leered at her as he rose to his feet. “Hell no, I was just trying to figure out how you managed to avoid suggesting it a long time ago. Two righteous studs at your beck and call for years, and it took you this long to finally come to your senses?”
    She shivered, and he scooped her up, carried her to the hot tub and placed her carefully on the rim.
    “Are you going to swim with me?” she asked again. The bottoms of her feet tingled as she lowered them into the heated water and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips.
    Kane stared into the cabin. “I think I’m going to skip it right now.”
    Dara leaned over to see what Kane was looking at. Inside the living room Jack gestured madly at Kane. She laughed out loud. “You getting his sign language or shall I interpret?”
    “Fucker.” Kane yanked open the door. “What?”
    “Kiss her already.”
    Kane gave Jack the finger and shut the door in his face. Dara fought her giggles as she settled farther into the water, leaning back in the molded plastic of the hot tub. Kane sauntered over slowly and stared down at her. She watched his face, watched his gaze as it traveled over her body, lingering on her breasts. The water was no obstruction to his vision and he seemed to like what he saw.
    “You sure you don’t want to join me?” Crap, was that her voice? Breathless, sultry. Kane