Alexander, Kortny - Surrendering to Summer [Whispering Mountain 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

How had he stayed away from her for so long? Her body felt perfect in his arms. He had found what he had been searching for. Stupidity is what had kept him from having this. He mentally acknowledged that fact and let it go. He had her now, and that was the most important thing. When he broke their kiss, their gazes locked. It was as if a silent conversation was going on in the kitchen between the two of them. All of the pent-up tension and wasted time dissipated.

Without speaking one word, Dalton tugged the snug T-shirt over his head and tossed it. When he looked down, Summer was already wrangling with his belt. He smiled and watched as her rough tugs jerked his hips back and forth. She opened the belt, unfastened the button, and unzipped his jeans.

“Take them off,” she huffed out. Since the day she first laid eyes on him, she had been waiting for this moment. Her patience had finally dissolved.

Dalton chuckled low and heartily. “Your name suits you.” He shoved his jeans down, toeing off his boots just before kicking his jeans completely off. “Come here, wildfire.” He pulled her in close as she wrapped her legs around him once again.

Dalton brushed the head of his cock against Summer’s already soaked folds and groaned with exquisite delight. He paused and looked up at her. It had taken every bit of willpower not to instantly slam into soaked heat. But now as she watched him, willing him to enter her, he was rethinking that idea.

“Dalton.” She inched forward, pushing the head of his cock inside of her. “Please.” Her arms were draped over his shoulders as she pleaded with him to enter her.

The willpower drifted away as her voice enveloped his cock like a silken vise as she spoke to him. Dalton placed an arm around her waist firmly as he slammed into her. He tossed his head back as he yelled, “Fuck!” He drowned out Summer’s screams, which wasn’t easy to do.

When she began to claw at his back he moved his hips. Being inside of her was the only place he ever wanted to be. With every stroke, her sheath seemed to suction him back in. She tightened on him every time he pressed forward. He was lost. There was nothing or no one better than Summer. It was absolute bliss.

Dalton was revved up once Summer’s body began to tremble in his strong embrace. He wanted to feel her writhing in his arms. His pace quickened. There was nothing elegant about their first time together. He knew without a doubt that there would be more chances to make love to Summer. At this particular moment, he needed to be balls-deep inside of her. He wanted to feel every inch of her.

His body was a lightening rod of emotions, fire, lust, and love. If he could climb inside he would. It was his first time with her and he’d lost all control. They simultaneously screamed out their orgasms as he continued to fuck her on the kitchen counter. It was as if he couldn’t stop thrusting inside of her and she went right along with it.

Finally, Summer lay her forehead against Dalton’s chest. “I want more.”

Yep, she would be the death of him. Dalton grinned. Her words were only a whisper but it was also an order. “Hold on to me, wildfire. We need a bed.” He lifted her from the counter, his semi-hard dick still inside of her. Dalton didn’t want to break the contact he had with her. He loved the way she felt and wanted to enjoy every minute he could.

Chapter 19

Dalton turned on the shower after he sat Summer down on her bed. He loved her bedroom. It had been made for the woman they would marry. When he and his brothers had first decided on the plans for their home, they knew they wanted
their
woman to have the biggest room in the house. It had to be special, just like the woman that would own the hearts of the three men. Stacey was never allowed in this particular room. She had been placed in a room down the hall. Dalton knew that should have been another clue, but he ignored all the signs.

Now, as he leaned against the frame of the bathroom door, he looked at the naked woman smiling back at him. Neither Dalton nor his brothers gave it a second thought when they placed Summer’s bags in this particular room when she first arrived. It had been built just for her—for the woman who would claim them all.

Each male had placed his own special touch inside of the room. It would be her sanctuary. Dillon had built most of the furniture. Denver had carved delicate infinity designs into the crown molding and designed the floor plans. And Dalton had designed the bathroom. The special room was only to be shared with the woman that they would call theirs. And there she sat on the bed smiling at him, expecting nothing from him, needing nothing from him.

* * * *

When Dalton scooped her up in his arms she mentally wrapped her body in his warmth. Summer was now a happy little clam. As infuriating as Dalton had been, she was delighted she had waited him out. He had been worth it. This moment had been worth it.

She had the opportunity to take all of his nakedness in as he placed her on her feet in the shower. Dalton’s body wasn’t slender and toned like Dillon, nor was it as thick and wide as Denver. He was somewhere in between. All three men were perfect to her in their own special ways. She had only been in their company a short time, and yet she couldn’t imagine moving forward without them. Summer grinned when Dalton grabbed a hair clip and clipped her hair up on top of her head.

He poured body wash into his hands and began to bathe her. Summer was on cloud nine as she watched and felt those massive, work-roughened hands sliding all over her body. She moaned as she leaned back against the wall and watched him work. Summer admired how the muscles in his chest flexed as he moved. His chest wasn’t full of hair but it was just enough that it called to her already-tingling fingers. She wanted to touch him, kiss him. Anything that had to do with feeling his flesh against hers.

But for some reason she felt as if he needed this time, to be in control. He wanted to wash her. He hadn’t asked, he just did it. Summer realized that as Dalton washed her body it wasn’t about sexual contact. He washed her breasts, taking his time to cup each one. He made his way down to her belly and then lower to her heated core. He cleaned every inch of her. Even sliding his soapy hands between her legs and cleaning between her cheeks. Dalton went as far as to kneel down and clean her feet. Summer quietly gave him what he wanted. He wanted to take care of her. Once he was finished, he quickly cleaned himself. Now they both smelled like apples.

Summer slowly opened her eyes when she heard the water being turned off. That had been the most relaxing shower she had ever had. It was also the first time a man had showered with her. When she realized Dalton was watching her, she smiled but still said nothing. Something electric was happening between them and she didn’t want to risk words smashing the current.

She watched as Dalton stepped out of the shower, water sliding down his muscular back and over his taut ass. When he turned back around, he held out a fluffy cerulean-blue towel. “Come here, baby.”

As she walked to him she couldn’t believe how the towel made his blue eyes shine. The sharp inhalation surprised her as she felt him wrap the towel and his arms firmly around her. He kissed her lips slowly and sensually as he held her body to his. His hand slid up her neck, fondling her hair as he unclipped it.

Dalton’s hands seemed to get lost in her hair. His fingers were gently cradling and massaging her scalp. The tender movements caused her lips to part as she sighed deeply. She adored being touched by this man. One simple touch could bring her to her knees.

When Dalton took a step back from her, Summer wasn’t sure what would happen next, so she waited. It took only moments for her to figure out what was coming next. He took his time drying her body. Once he was finished, he scooped her up in his arms and walked back into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.

“Move up top, Summer.” As she moved backwards, he crawled up on the bed in front of her. “Right now, in this room with just the two of us, you are
mine
.”

Summer’s eyes grew wide as he put a growling emphasis on the word “mine.” She knew they were possessive, but his actions were heating her body up. She was beyond turned on that he was staking his claim on her.

Spreading her legs, Dalton crawled right between them. She lay back on the pillow as he remained propped up on his forearms. Summer squirmed as he watched her closely. Those shiny blue eyes of his seemed to open the door to her soul.

He stroked her cheek with his the pad of his thumb as he spoke. “You have the tiniest cocoa-colored freckles. I never noticed it before. But I’ve never been this close to your face before.” He nibbled at her lower lip just before sucking on it. “I could stay like this all day. Looking at you.”

“You like my freckles?” She grinned. She’d always hated them even if they weren’t noticeable.

“Baby, I love your freckles. They’re a part of you, how could I not?”

Okay, now she was mush. Dalton had a completely different side to him, and she was elated to see it. “Kiss me.” Her voice had turned husky and sensual. She wanted Dalton to do something, anything.

Dalton brushed his lips over hers, slow and teasingly. He licked the seam of her lips and she quickly acquiesced, parting her lips as she sucked in a breath. The closeness she was experiencing with Dalton was unexpected and extremely titillating at the same time. He slid his tongue between her lips and tangled with hers. Their mutual groans were low and only grew louder as he began sucking on her tongue.

Summer threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged lightly. With every pull of her tongue, her core burned hotter. She couldn’t believe she was ready to orgasm from kissing.

Dalton was clearly more attuned to her body than she’d ever imagined. Without breaking their kiss, he positioned himself so his dick was brushing up against her slickened folds. He didn’t try to enter her. He just groaned as she rocked back and forth, bringing herself to orgasm.

“Wildfire, we are not leaving this room until you have several more orgasms.” He grinned as he sat back on his haunches.

“What happens if…if I have more than several?” She was still a little breathless, but the teasing was just foreplay.

Dalton grinned as he surprised her with a tug of her hips. This is what he had been missing. This is what he wanted to have for the rest of his life. Summer and her beautiful smile. She lit their house up with her wonderful smile.

For the next few hours, Dalton and Summer stayed in the bedroom making love and cuddling. They had repeated those two steps over and over until they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

* * * *

A few hours later, Summer had finally opened her eyes. She was alone, but there was a note on the pillow beside her when she rolled over. A goofy smirk formed on her lips as she read the note.

You have been cordially invited to dinner in the dining room at 7 p.m.

Dalton, Denver, & Dillon

Summer looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was five thirty. She could not believe she had truly been fucked into exhaustion. Her body was a little stiff, but she was an overjoyed woman. As she lay there reading the note over and over, she recalled Dalton had fed her lunch at some point during the day, but now she was totally famished.

She slid from the bed and decided she first needed to take a bath. After taking a long, hot, steamy bath, Summer had concluded that she would wear a dress to dinner. The men had not expressed what they wanted her to wear, but she wanted to look beautiful for all three of them.

Summer surmised that she would pick a dress that was airy, fun, and designed to drop her men’s jaws. She wore a satin python-print halter dress with a split up the center that stopped mid-thigh. It flared every time she moved. Summer knew the dress she had chosen to wear to dinner would command attention.

In her opinion, it was a celebration of sorts. Nothing was official, but she had a feeling things between her and her men could only get better. But as much as she wanted to do the “happy dance,” she still needed to hear the guys verbalize how they felt about their new situation and where they would like for it to go.

After tying the last knot on the delicate dress, she piled her hair up high on her head, only allowing a few tendrils to fall. By the time she had finished and took one last look at herself in the full-length mirror, it was five minutes to seven. She left her room with a feeling of warmth and a belonging cloaking her body.

The delicious aroma wafted down the hall and hit her right on the nose. The food from the kitchen smelled delicious. Summer walked into the kitchen only to be stopped in her tracks. She was surprised to find three massive men standing, blocking her view of the dining room table she’d yet to see them use.

There they stood, silent, sucking all of the oxygen from the room, commanding all of her attention. They were all dressed similarly. Dalton was wearing black slacks, a casual black Henley shirt, and black dress shoes. Denver was wearing black slacks, a black button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up his thick forearms, and black dress shoes. Dillon wore black slacks, a black silk button-down dress shirt, and black dress shoes. Their matching blue eyes gleaming in the light as they eyed her from head to toe. She had to restrain herself. Dalton, Denver, and Dillon looked so sexy standing in the kitchen, dressed in all black and their eyes glowing with lustful desire.