Alexander, Kortny - Surrendering to Summer [Whispering Mountain 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

“Summer, you can have whatever you want. Invite Dillon over baby.”

She felt as if her desire for both men lit her body up like an electric volt. She was drunk from it, or was that the tequila bombers? It didn’t matter. She wanted both men. She wanted them both to dance with her and didn’t care who saw. Summer crooked a finger at Dillon, who was standing only an arm’s length away as if he was waiting for an invitation.

Dillon grinned as he walked into Summer’s arms and joined in. “You look beautiful, baby.” He bent and kissed her on the cheek. His eyes locked with his brother and they both smiled. Everything was okay. Dillon knew that his brother wanted Summer just as much as he did. She had one arm around Dillon and one on Denver.

Summer smiled up at Dillon. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad either.”

After a few moments, Denver leaned over. “I’m going to the restroom. Don’t be mean to Dillon, wildfire.” Denver thought it was only fair that he give Dillon a little time with Summer. He would go hang out at the bar and talk to Jackson for a little bit.

Denver was so close to Summer’s face that when she turned to respond, his mouth was right near hers. She brushed her lips against his and whispered, “Hurry up.” Denver kissed her back and left the floor.

For a moment, Summer had forgotten Dillon.
Shit.
Would he be angry because she kissed Denver? She slowly turned to look at Dillon and found a smirk on his lips.

“It’s okay, Summer.” Dillon stroked her cheek and she leaned into it. “Would you let me do the same? Would you allow me to kiss those pretty lips of yours?”

Holy hell. Could she really get what she wanted? Well, two-thirds of what she wanted. Dillon was not upset that she had kissed Denver. He actually looked pleased.
One step at a time
.

“Yes.” One word was all she could get out of her mouth. Dillon swooped in and sucked the last breath out of her. He had to wrap his hands around her to steady her. The kiss was not deep and probing, but breathtaking nonetheless.

His lips were so soft against hers. They swayed to the music as Dillon broke the kiss and pulled Summer in close to his body. This night was turning out better than Summer could have ever imagined.

Chapter 16

“I think we should leave.”

Summer looked up from her bottle of water with a puzzled look on her face. She thought the three of them had been having a good time. They had taken another much needed break and were now standing in a semidark and secluded corner. “Why? What’s wrong, Denver?” She felt comforted when Dillon wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

Denver leaned in close, for their ears only. “I need you, Summer. I have to have you now, and I don’t know how much longer I can control myself in public. Watching you with Dillon, looking at the sway of your ass in that dress. Baby, you are too damned tempting.”

The admission caused Summer to suck in a deep breath. She didn’t know things were moving along this fast even after the things that had transpired between the three of them. She figured they would go out dancing, kissing, and some innocent touching at the most. But to hear Denver admit how much he wanted her was too much for her to resist. What about Dillon? Could she have them both tonight?

“Denver?” Her voice was shaky and nervous.

Still close to her, Denver cradled Summer’s face as Dillon pressed his body tight to her back, covering her completely. “Tell us what you need, Summer.”

“I want…” She paused as she settled into Dillon’s arms and thought about what she wanted to say. After a few moments she tried again. “I
need
both of you. Can I have you both?” Summer was surprised at the raw need she heard in her own voice.

The simultaneous sensations overwhelmed Summer as Dillon licked and nibbled at her neck and Denver took hold of her mouth. The loud music drowned out her moans. She rubbed her ass against Dillon’s cock as she caressed Denver’s hard dick in front of her. She didn’t need to silence the music to know that both men enjoyed what she did to them and what they did to her.

“You can have anything you want, Summer. I would never tell you no,” Dillon said as he teased her earlobe. He allowed one hand to slide down Summer’s rib cage, caressing the side of her breast and hip. He made his way to the back of her dress and slid his hand underneath it. He cupped her ass and chuckled when she pressed against it.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?”

Summer responded by taking her free hand and grabbing a handful of Dillon’s hair.

“Hmmm, I thought you might.” Dillon slid his fingers between her legs and felt the heat pulsating from her wet pussy and caressed. “Do you like that, Summer?”

Summer broke from her heated kiss with Denver to answer breathlessly. “Yes.”

Dillon leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her lips when she turned her face to the side. “Good girl.” He slid his fingers past her lace panties and dipped two fingers into her pussy.

Summer’s head fell forward on Denver’s chest as she slowly pressed down on Dillon’s fingers as they pumped in and out of her pussy. She rose up to look at Denver. “We have to leave. Now.”

Denver grinned as she tried to focus on his face. The look he gave her made her feel beautiful. It warmed her to know she was capable of causing that type of gaze. There was also hunger in his eyes. She could only wonder if he would wait until they returned to the house before taking her.

Denver’s voice was husky as he spoke. “Okay, baby, we are leaving.”

She watched as Denver had to tap Dillon on the shoulder. Dillon had been busy filling her with his amazing fingers.

“Hey, our girl is ready to go.”

Dillon flashed his brother a knowing grin and nodded. He removed his fingers from her slick sheath and adjusted Summer’s dress. “Let’s go.”

Summer did not know if she floated across the crowded dance club or if her men guided her across the room. She could not believe that she had just been felt up in a darkened corner in the club. She had become blinded by her desire for both Denver and Dillon.

Hell, if they had not stopped the simultaneous groping of her body, she would have easily fucked one of them inside of the club. Now she felt the proof of just how turned on she was by both men, and it was exciting. Summer knew she wanted all three brothers, but it looked as if she would have to learn to live with just having the two of them.

Would she be satisfied with two-thirds of a whole heart? It would not matter what she really thought about the situation. If Dalton did not want her she would not force the issue. It hurt like hell to watch him reject their invitation to go dancing with them. But what was she supposed to do?

Summer knew without a doubt she would not throw herself at Dalton. If he did not want her she would happily back off. She had two of the men she wanted and she would gladly shower them with attention. As hurt as she was by Dalton’s blatant rejections of her, she would embrace this night and more if they allowed her.

She felt her stomach do flip-flops as they made their way to the entrance of the dance club. Wanting something and finally getting it, damn near tasting it, were two different things. Dillon and Denver both wanted her and she knew it without a doubt. The moment Dillon slid his fingers inside of her she thought she would lose it right then and there. Denver teased and tortured every one of her senses as he kissed her on the mouth and held her face gently in his hands.

Would they take her when they got back to the house? She didn’t think she would be able to wait that long. Would she really consider herself a tramp if she fucked both men tonight?

Standing a little taller and smiling to herself, Summer came to a concrete conclusion. Whatever happened tonight with Denver and Dillon, she would be able to look at herself in the morning. She was mature enough to acknowledge what she wanted and she wanted Denver and Dillon Durden tonight before she lost her nerve.

After Summer climbed into the big black pickup truck, Denver climbed in behind her. Causing Summer to move to the center of the bucket seats. She was confused as she stared at him. Why the hell was Denver on the passenger side of his truck if he drove them there? As if he heard her thoughts, Denver spoke.

“Dillon caught a ride into town, and since we both drank, he is going to do the driving.”

The opening of the driver’s side door jerked Summer’s attention in that direction. She felt her body blaze as Dillon climbed in beside her.

He looked as if he would eat her alive right there in the parking lot. “Are you okay, Summer?” Dillon asked as he started the truck.

“Uh-huh.” She wasn’t much for conversation at the moment. She was too busy trying to figure out how to continue what they had begun in the dance club. Her core was on fire and her belly was doing flip-flops. She was nervous, and yet she was anxious to touch one or both men.

As they began their silent drive back to the house, Summer slid her hand onto Denver’s lap. She felt him tense up for a second before he relaxed under her touch. It was good to know that he was just as nervous as she was.

“Doesn’t look like you are going to wait until we get home,” Denver said as he moved closer to her.

“I can’t.” Before she could lose her courage, Summer moved until she was sitting directly on Denver’s lap. His cock was stiff against her already soaked panties. “Move closer to Dillon. We can’t leave him out,” she whispered against Denver’s lips as a grin formed on his.

“You better not.” Dillon’s voice was so low she barely heard it through the silence of the truck.

Summer felt Dillon place a hand on her bare thigh as Denver undid the ties around her neck that held her dress together. The moment her breasts fell free, Dillon’s hand moved to caress one as he drove with the other.

“Beautiful,” Denver whispered as he cupped the other breast and kissed her lips. His kiss was just as passionate and invasive as she had hoped.

Denver kissed her as if he was kissing her for both himself and Dillon. All Summer could do was moan and enjoy the dual caresses as she ground against Denver’s jean-covered cock.

“Now. Please, Denver. I can’t wait any longer.” Summer began moving faster against his cock as her free hand went in search of Dillon’s cock.

“Don’t make our girl wait, Denver. Give her what she needs,” Dillon said as he tried his best to maneuver the truck while being groped by Summer. He was beginning to move against her hand, trying to find a little relief as he drove.

“Lean back against the dashboard, baby.” Denver groaned when Summer did as instructed. He smiled wide when he realized his brother still held on to her breast. Denver yanked at the flimsy panties until they ripped on either side. He tossed them over his shoulder to the backseat. “Dillon, doesn’t our girl smell sweet?”

Keeping his eyes on the road, Dillon moved his hand slowly down Summer’s body until he reached her soaking wet folds. He pressed a finger deep inside her and brought it to his mouth and tasted it. “She tastes just as sweet as she smells.” He stole a quick look at her. “Damn, you are gorgeous, Summer.”

Summer moved up close and quickly brushed her lips against Dillon. “You’re next.” The intensity of what was about to take place had her trembling, yet she remained confident in what she wanted. She turned to look at Denver. “Pants down, now.”

Both men chuckled low and deep as Denver made quick movements to unfasten his jeans and push them down. He slid a condom on and patted his thigh. “Come here, baby.” Denver helped guide Summer down on him. She put both of her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself as she worked him into her tight sex.

“Dammit, wildfire. You’re tight as hell,” Denver said through gritted teeth. As much as he wanted to slam into her, he held on to his patience. He didn’t want to hurt Summer because he was too eager to be inside of her.

Summer didn’t wait to acclimate herself to the thick cock pushed inside of her. She began to rise and fall as Denver held her by the waist. He said nothing. He just stared into her eyes as she did the same. Everything around them disappeared as Summer moved faster. She felt the flutters in her stomach just before they spread throughout her body. Her orgasm built up fast and was barreling full speed ahead. In a few swift movements, Summer had pulled the dress over her head and tossed it to the side.

“That’s my little wildfire. Fuck me.” Denver crooned as he held on for dear life. Summer rocked up and down on his cock and he could only sit and watch as her eyes glazed over and her lips parted on a moan. He realized that talking dirty to her revved her up more. “Ride me, Summer. You’re so damn wet. You’re gonna make me come.”