Alexander, Kortny - Surrendering to Summer [Whispering Mountain 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

Summer was grinning and damn near drooling when her stomach made the most animalistic sounds she had ever heard. She was instantly embarrassed and surprised.

“Damn, wildfire, did your stomach just let out a roar?” Denver teased.

“I think we need to feed our woman.” Dillon smiled back at her.

Summer thought it odd that none of the men moved in her direction. As a matter of fact, they stood as if their feet were glued to the floor.

“You guys look great.” She hoped this would get them moving towards the dinner table, but it didn’t. They just blushed at her compliment. Clearly, they were not used to the genuine attention she was giving them. “What’s going on, guys? Why are you all staring at me?”

Dalton, Denver, and Dillon all exchanged glances with each other. Dillon was the first to speak after the long silence. “Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress.”

Denver broke in before she could speak. “Yeah. Wow, woman. Shit. I mean…damn.” The guys broke out in laughter at Denver’s failure to form sentences. Summer could feel her cheeks burning at the affection she was receiving from them.

She had received compliments from men before, but coming from the three of these men felt different. It affected her, making her heart flutter. She was about to open her mouth when Dalton spoke up.

“Do you realize that even when I first met you in Las Vegas, seeing you dressed up to go out with your sisters, you’ve never looked more beautiful than at this moment?” When Dalton saw Summer’s eyes begin to water he moved towards her and took her by the hand. “Now, don’t you start crying. We’ve cooked you a great dinner.”

Summer felt when Denver and Dillon walked up to the both of them. Dillon took her other free hand and Denver pressed up against her back. She closed her eyes momentarily and sent up a silent thank-you. This is what she had wanted, longed for. Unfortunately, her stomach interrupted the tender moment.

On a laugh, Denver spoke into her ear. “Come on, wildfire, your dinner is getting cold.”

When Summer looked up, she could see the dinner table. She literally gasped at the sight before her. The guys had added the two table extenders, which turned their quaint little dinner table into an area fit for a king. It was decked out with a red linen table cloth and matching napkins and place mats. The guys had pulled out their “real” dishes. Hell, she didn’t know they owned anything other than paper plates.

Chapter 20

“I may be a little biased because I’m totally starving, but this spread looks delicious. Who cooked all of this?” She looked around at all of the food.

Any other woman would have looked at the table and been unimpressed with what she saw. Sure, the menu consisted of lasagna, salad, breadsticks, lemonade, and even a cake. But Summer saw it for what it truly was.

The lasagna was not store-bought. It was layered just how she liked it without ricotta cheese. The salad was Caesar, the breadsticks were fresh, the lemonade was freshly squeezed, and the cake had cream cheese icing, which meant the cake was yellow. Every item on the table was Summer’s favorite food. As her eyes went over the table several more times, her chest began to hurt and she could not breathe.

While she had slept, those three magnificent men she was staying with had taken the time to find out more about her. She knew who they must have called.

“Spring,” Dillon said as he pulled out her chair. “She helped us a lot.”

“This is wonderful. Oh my goodness. I’m starving.” She took her seat as she watched Denver pour her a glass of lemonade and Dalton begin piling food onto her plate.

All four were engaged in light, humorous conversations as Summer went for round two. She had never been ashamed to eat in front of others and she sure as shit was not going to start now.

Dalton had admitted that after they had spoken with Spring, they had put in a call to their mother for additional help. She had come by to help them prepare the meal Summer was now devouring. Once they had finally stuffed themselves, Denver sliced the cake and gave Summer a piece to keep her busy as all three men began clearing the table.

The lack of clanging dishes in the kitchen is what caught Summer’s attention moments later. When Summer turned around she saw Dalton, Denver, and Dillon huddled by the dishwasher chatting in a hushed huddle. She turned back around to her slice of cake with a slow grin touching her lips.
What were they up to?
she thought.

Summer didn’t know how long she had been deep in thought until she heard her name being called. When she looked up, the men had formed a semi-circle behind her. She stood up and turned around.

“What’s going on, guys?” she asked.

“We just wanted to let you know that this special dinner was to celebrate finally finding our woman…if you will have us,” Dalton said as he watched her reaction to his words.

Without uttering a word, she walked up to Dillon, stood on tiptoe and kissed him passionately. Next, she moved over to Denver and his shit-eating grin. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him just as passionately as she had kissed Dillon. Lastly, she came to stand in front of Dalton, who no longer looked as if he were brooding when he stared at her. That knowledge alone made her heart swell. Once again, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Dalton. It was a slow, passionate kiss that quickly turned into something more when Dalton slid his hands around her waist.

While Dalton held Summer’s body flush against his, Summer dropped her hands down to her sides and placed her palms out, as if reaching for the two other brothers. It took them only seconds to catch the hint.

Dillon and Denver each took an arm and began placing soft kisses on her forearms and shoulders. The multiple caresses sent her mind reeling. This is what she had craved ever since she had decided she wanted all three of these men in her life. Their skillful touches and gentle kisses were causing her knees to buckle.

“Okay, guys, we’ve got to slow this train down. We still have a movie to watch. This is a date, Summer,” Dillon teased as he nibbled on her ear. He could only grin when Dalton held her tight to keep from melting on the floor. “Come on, wildfire.”

They all filed into the den to watch the movie they had bought especially for this night.

“This better not be some sappy movie,” Summer teased the guys as she plopped down onto the oversized sofa.

“Oh no, sweetness, we’ve got you covered.” When Denver flashed the DVD case her way, she could not help but laugh loud and hard. She looked over to Dalton, who was now sitting next to her. “You really do pay attention, don’t you?”

Denver placed the action-packed movie into the player as Dillon went around securing the house.

“I remember everything you have ever said to me, Summer.” Dalton smiled as she snuggled closer to him, laying her head against his chest.

Summer remembered how she and Dalton had been hot and cold with each other when they had first met in Las Vegas. Even when he was determined to distract her while his cousin pursued her sister, they had managed to have some decent conversations. In one of those conversations, she had mentioned her love of action movies as well as suspense and scary movies. She grinned at the memory.

Dillon came to settle on the opposite side of her, and Denver comfortably reclined on the floor in front of her. Summer stretched out on the two men on the sofa as she tunneled her fingers into Denver’s hair. That’s how she remained even after she had fallen asleep.

* * * *

Butterfly kisses. Sweet and soft. That is what pulled Dillon out of his warm slumber. His smile was lazy as he opened his eyes and found Summer straddling him. She was naked and, clearly, so was he. He remembered that they had undressed her and placed a T-shirt on her body before tucking her into the sheets. And he knew without a doubt that all three of them had slept in their underwear.

But now his wildfire was sitting on top of him, glowing as the rising sun slithered through the wooden blinds and kissed her almond-colored skin. No words were spoken as she held his gaze and slid her body down onto his already hard dick. Her descent was slow and easy. Savoring this moment was important for both of them.

From experience, Summer knew that all three men were well-endowed. So taking her time was necessary. Once she had Dillon fully seated inside of her, she heard her men on either side of them shuffle and turn to their sides to watch. Both Dalton and Denver’s blue eyes were filled with arousal and desire, and the urge to take her was shown clearly on their lovelorn faces. She turned her focus back to Dillon.

She began rocking back and forth as Dillon cupped and caressed her breasts. Tossing her head back, she quickly began moving faster. It didn’t take long before her orgasm was teetering on the edge.

Dillon pulled her forward, pressing their bodies together. He took her mouth, kissing her roughly as his tongue slid past her lips. Dillon gripped her hips firmly as he began moving faster, thrusting his cock deeper. The orgasm spread, fanning throughout her body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the fireworks. Dillon wasted no time in flipping her over so that she was now underneath him.

“Open up, sweetness.” Denver’s voice was deep and husky as he slid another pillow under her head, caressing her cheek to get her to turn in his direction. He had removed his underwear and was now on his knees beside Summer’s head.

Dillon sat on his haunches as he continued to fuck her. He had draped her legs over his arms and was moving in slow, controlled strokes.

When Summer turned her head to face Denver, she felt the gentle caress of work roughened hands on her sensitive breasts, thumbing her nipples. She smiled because she knew who it was. Dalton. As he took a nipple into his mouth, she took Denver’s cock into hers. Her body was a melting pot of sensations. The moans that erupted from her were overwhelming. She wasn’t sure if the feel of Denver’s cock in her mouth was the cause, or Dillon’s deep continued strokes inside of her soaked pussy, or the fact that Dalton was nibbling on her nipples, sucking, tugging, and suckling.

One thing Summer knew for certain was the fact that another orgasm was moving in fast, and she didn’t think it was smart to have Denver’s cock in her mouth when it hit. Apparently Denver must have realized the same thing. He slid his dick out of her mouth and bent down to kiss her as her orgasm crashed into her body.

Summer arched off of the bed, Dillon moved faster, setting his orgasm free as well. Dalton was suckling her harder. She found her fingers tunneling into Dalton’s hair, pulling him closer as she held Dillon’s gaze. She’d lost track of Denver. Summer screamed out her orgasm as Dalton loosened his hold on her nipple. As he slid away, she felt Dillon’s strokes slow, coming to a stop. As she tried to catch her breath, she saw Denver come into view.

Dillon leaned forward once again and kissed her lips gently this time. “You are so beautiful, Summer. I love you.” He whispered the words against her lips. Before Dillon could rise up, Summer yanked him back down with the biggest grin on her face.

“I love you, too.” The words rang out and her heart raced faster than it had only moments earlier. She could see that the words rang true in Dillon’s eyes. It was an unexpected revelation but she wouldn’t have changed that moment for anything in the world. Dillon smiled down at her and pressed his lips to hers once again before moving away.

“Are you ready for me, wildfire?” Denver teased as he moved up closer to her, settling between her legs.

“Are we going to chat, Denver, or are we going to have sex?” Oh yeah, she could dish it out just as well as he could. All three of her relationships with the men were slightly different.

Her relationship with Dillon was sensual at times, more romantic. Denver was a rule breaker. He could manage to talk shit while having sex with her, and she loved every bit of it. Dalton. Now, that was still undetermined.

Denver looped his arms around her legs, yanking her to him. She let out a squeal as his blue eyes gleamed at her. He lined his swollen cock up to her soaked core. She couldn’t help nibbling on her lower lip as she watched his every move. The moment Denver pressed the head of his cock to her slick folds, Summer moaned and opened her legs wider.

“Damn, wildfire, I can feel your heat engulfing my cock.” He hissed out as he pressed on.

“Our girl is beautiful,” Dalton said as he moved in beside her once again and kissed her neck, pushing her hair out of her face.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Dillon said as he lay on the opposite side of her. He brushed his hand across her stomach, watching her stomach tremble. He trailed his fingertips up her torso until he found a nipple. He began tracing and teasing it as Denver pressed on.

Dalton went for her lips. Drawing her eyes to his as he kissed her. He sucked on her tongue before letting it free. He nipped at her lips as she felt Denver surge inside of her.