purple-and-yellow-striped rubbery material. It was all he could do to not drop the thing back in her bag and race away.
“Fuck—I wonder if it glows in the dark.” Jack took the bag from him and peered intently at the thing.
“There’s a whole side to our girl I’d never dreamed of,” Kane muttered.
Dara’s voice rang from the back room. “You going to China to buy me new clothes, or what?”
Kane snatched up the frilly underthings he’d found and turned to go.
“Hey, aren’t you taking her bag with you?” Jack waved the fake cock in his hand and suddenly it was funny as shit. Kane shook his head as he laughed out loud, walking back to the bedroom. Jack called after him with an evil tone in his voice. “Your funeral.”
Dara sat on the bed, the top sheet pulled across her body like a shield. “What the hell took you so long? I’m starving.”
“You could have come out and joined us.” Kane passed over the dainty bits of lace and she took them, hand extended as if she expected more. “That’s enough. You won’t be naked, and it’s not cold. Jack’s got the fireplace going.”
She opened her mouth to protest. He was sure something rude about his mental capacity was ready to fly when she surprised him. She stood and let the blanket fall, her pale skin shining under the soft light from the bedside lamp.
His mouth watered.
Her full breasts stared him in the eye as she passed back her bra. “Maybe you should help me put this on.”
She pivoted on the spot, her tight buttocks shifting slightly. He responded like a moth to a flame. One step brought him close enough to cup her ass cheek as he leaned against her warm skin.
“You’re full of tricks, aren’t you?” The scent of her perfume filled his brain and all thoughts of leaving the room vanished.
“Only if you want to play.”
He smoothed his hands over the crests of her hipbones, drifting upward an inch at a time until he cupped her breasts. Kane drew in a deep breath, his nose buried in her hair, the tight peaks of her nipples stabbing his palms. He nibbled on her neck and earlobe, massaged her breasts and her heartbeat accelerated under his caress.
Her stomach growled, long and loud, and they both laughed.
“How sexy.” Kane pressed a final kiss to her neck then fastened her bra, helping her settle the straps on her shoulders. He leaned her forward, gritting his teeth as her ass pressed against his groin. Ignoring the contact as best he could, he repositioned her breasts in the bra cups before guiding her upright.
Dara laughed. “Oh my God, Kane, I’ve never met a guy who knew how to do that.”
“I love cleavage, and you’ve got the build for it.” He knelt at her feet and held the panties for her. She braced herself on his shoulder, fingers firm against his muscles as she stepped in. He slipped the tiny piece of fabric up her legs, arranging the thin straps over the smooth rise of her hips. “You know I’ve got four sisters. Nothing was sacred when I was growing up. The things those girls talked about when I was around would have scarred a lesser man.”
He rose and held out his hand to her.
She hesitated. “Kane…”
It wasn’t something he would force, but he didn’t think she’d want to skip even a single experience they offered. “If you want me to grab your clothes, I will. Think about this first—are you really uncomfortable or just turned on? You are simply beautiful, and I’d love to enjoy looking at you throughout dinner. It’s your choice. It’s all your choice, all weekend. But I think you should trust me.”
She licked her lips and his cock reacted, pressing hard against his jeans. Dara slowly lowered her hand into his and together they walked to the dining room.
Chapter Five
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
“Fuck—I wonder if it glows in the dark.” Jack took the bag from him and peered intently at the thing.
“There’s a whole side to our girl I’d never dreamed of,” Kane muttered.
Dara’s voice rang from the back room. “You going to China to buy me new clothes, or what?”
Kane snatched up the frilly underthings he’d found and turned to go.
“Hey, aren’t you taking her bag with you?” Jack waved the fake cock in his hand and suddenly it was funny as shit. Kane shook his head as he laughed out loud, walking back to the bedroom. Jack called after him with an evil tone in his voice. “Your funeral.”
Dara sat on the bed, the top sheet pulled across her body like a shield. “What the hell took you so long? I’m starving.”
“You could have come out and joined us.” Kane passed over the dainty bits of lace and she took them, hand extended as if she expected more. “That’s enough. You won’t be naked, and it’s not cold. Jack’s got the fireplace going.”
She opened her mouth to protest. He was sure something rude about his mental capacity was ready to fly when she surprised him. She stood and let the blanket fall, her pale skin shining under the soft light from the bedside lamp.
His mouth watered.
Her full breasts stared him in the eye as she passed back her bra. “Maybe you should help me put this on.”
She pivoted on the spot, her tight buttocks shifting slightly. He responded like a moth to a flame. One step brought him close enough to cup her ass cheek as he leaned against her warm skin.
“You’re full of tricks, aren’t you?” The scent of her perfume filled his brain and all thoughts of leaving the room vanished.
“Only if you want to play.”
He smoothed his hands over the crests of her hipbones, drifting upward an inch at a time until he cupped her breasts. Kane drew in a deep breath, his nose buried in her hair, the tight peaks of her nipples stabbing his palms. He nibbled on her neck and earlobe, massaged her breasts and her heartbeat accelerated under his caress.
Her stomach growled, long and loud, and they both laughed.
“How sexy.” Kane pressed a final kiss to her neck then fastened her bra, helping her settle the straps on her shoulders. He leaned her forward, gritting his teeth as her ass pressed against his groin. Ignoring the contact as best he could, he repositioned her breasts in the bra cups before guiding her upright.
Dara laughed. “Oh my God, Kane, I’ve never met a guy who knew how to do that.”
“I love cleavage, and you’ve got the build for it.” He knelt at her feet and held the panties for her. She braced herself on his shoulder, fingers firm against his muscles as she stepped in. He slipped the tiny piece of fabric up her legs, arranging the thin straps over the smooth rise of her hips. “You know I’ve got four sisters. Nothing was sacred when I was growing up. The things those girls talked about when I was around would have scarred a lesser man.”
He rose and held out his hand to her.
She hesitated. “Kane…”
It wasn’t something he would force, but he didn’t think she’d want to skip even a single experience they offered. “If you want me to grab your clothes, I will. Think about this first—are you really uncomfortable or just turned on? You are simply beautiful, and I’d love to enjoy looking at you throughout dinner. It’s your choice. It’s all your choice, all weekend. But I think you should trust me.”
She licked her lips and his cock reacted, pressing hard against his jeans. Dara slowly lowered her hand into his and together they walked to the dining room.
Chapter Five
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
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