Summer's Indiscretion (5 page)

“What type of man do you want?”

Summer’s cheeks flushed as his fingertips stroked up her silky flesh to the indentation at the back of her knee. He longed to let his hand slide farther north until he reached the hot, slick heat at the apex of her thighs. His mouth watered at the thought.

“I prefer taller, more solidly built men. But you know what I like even more?”

“What?” he asked as he rose from the step so he could look her in the eye, regretting that he had to remove his hand to do so. He made up for the loss of contact by standing close to her.

Sparks ignited in her eyes. “A man who
trusts
me.” Then she balled up her little fist and punched him in the stomach. He grunted at the impact, impressed that her little clout had as much strength as it did. “If you’d
eavesdropped
a little longer you would’ve heard me turn him down.” Her chin jutted a little in irritation, and she looked just like an adorable little kitten with her back up and claws out.

Kemp grasped her upper arms and pulled her to him. He wanted to growl in satisfaction as her breasts pillowed against his chest and her scent filled his nostrils, fueling the lust he battled with. He meant to apologize again and ask her permission before he kissed her, but all his good intentions flew out the window when her lips parted to say something and a moan came out instead. That small sound spoke volumes.

He cupped her jaw in his hands, and her silky hair twined in his fingers. A thunderous wave of desire crashed through him, demanding satisfaction, but he took her mouth tenderly, enjoying the feel of her soft lips under his. She shuddered and sighed as her body yielded to him, and he wrapped his arms around her.

His cock ached to be inside her, and he slid his hands down her back and grasped her derriere firmly and pressed her against him. Her dazed eyes opened, and he released her from the kiss. She laid her head against his chest, panting rapidly.

A soft click got his attention, and he looked up as Ace came out the front door. Ace paused and watched intently. When Kemp nodded, he came forward. He buried his nose in her fragrant hair before brushing it from her shoulder. He kept his eyes on Kemp, probably trying to judge his reaction to the contact, the sharing of the moment. Kemp smiled when a delicate tremble rippled through her lush body pressed close to his.

They’d talked about sharing over the last couple of years, after seeing the happiness their friends had found. He’d liked Kathleen Stevens well enough, but she and Ace had started out as a couple and he could never picture himself as more than a third wheel with them.

After Ace had broached the subject one day of forming a threesome with her, Kemp had considered talking with Kathleen, but only halfheartedly. She had been beautiful, voluptuous, and always friendly toward him, but her relationship with Ace had already been well established, and he’d felt at a disadvantage.

Additionally, he’d been worried about her ability to handle the physical relationship. He and Ace were both large men, and not only in stature. Ace had tried to reassure him that they would manage, and just about the time Kemp had changed his mind about talking with her, she’d disappeared. He’d felt bad for Ace after Kathleen had left Divine suddenly. Ace had been in a slump for weeks afterward.

If it didn’t work out with Summer, Kemp knew he was in for a world of hurt. He wanted her, and he knew Ace wanted her just as badly. There was the potential for someone to lose big if it didn’t work out. The big difference this time around was that he felt like he and Ace were on even ground with her.

Ace pressed his lips to Summer’s bare shoulder above her neckline, and Kemp watched her face. Her eyelids shuttered closed again, and she moaned through parted lips. Her hips flexed against them, and she trembled slightly in Kemp’s arms. Ace slid his hands up her sides and traced them over her shoulders and her collarbone. She shook life a leaf in the wind and rested her head against Ace’s shoulder as he pressed closely against her back.

Ace pressed a kiss to her cheekbone and whispered, “Kemp didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, kitten. Can you forgive him?”

Summer responded with a sexy chuckle as she gazed at Kemp. Her beautiful hazel eyes glimmered with desire. “Like there was ever a question I wouldn’t.”

Kemp kissed her again and could’ve done a victory dance when she held on to his biceps and returned the kiss hungrily. Relief flooded through him as he thanked her with his lips. Her soft palm on his cheek was an unspeakably tender gesture, and his heart felt a little achy for her. He promised himself he’d think before he acted in the future.

His cock jerked when she slowly broke the kiss and turned her head toward Ace, seeking his lips as well. Lust exploded inside Kemp, and his doubts about how he’d feel if she shared passion with both of them simultaneously were laid to rest. She looked lovely, filled with passion as she tasted Ace’s lips and drew him into a deeper kiss. Kemp pressed his lips to her silky throat, felt her pounding pulse, and flicked it with his tongue. She shuddered all over, and Ace plundered her mouth.

Ace voiced Kemp’s desire when he murmured, “Come back inside with us, Summer.”

Chapter Five

Summer’s body sizzled with desire as she processed the words Ace spoke. She was standing out on the front stoop of the shop, pressed between two hard, virile men, for the whole world to see, ready to be their love slave.

She tried to find her voice, but then Kemp’s warm lips traveled up the column of her throat and her whole body vibrated with need. Any thought of being mad at him was gone the moment he’d smiled with apology in his eyes and held out the bouquet. It had been a long time since a man had given her flowers, and she’d never received a handpicked bouquet before.

Kemp whispered in a gravelly voice, “Let me make it up to you, darlin’.”

Her pussy convulsed at how he might go about making it up to her. If the simply enormous erections pressed against her abdomen and ass were trustworthy indicators, she could rely on the fact that the drenched satin thong she was wearing was coming off first thing.

“Yes. Wait! No.” Reason tried to surface momentarily as she whispered, “I’m not sleeping with either one of you right now.”

Kemp grinned and gave her a sexy chuckle. “No, you’re not. We’re all very much awake right now.”

She pushed ineffectually at his chest. “You know what I mean. I’m not a slut. I don’t jump into bed with men I barely know.”

Ace replied, “We’re not asking you to, kitten. Kemp just wants to make you feel good. We’d
never
think you were a slut.”

“We want to do this for you and I want to do more than just
ask
for your forgiveness. Let me earn it.”

Without even realizing it, she’d allowed them to walk her right back into the shop. Distracted by the heat and softness of Ace’s lips and tongue on her throat, she barely heard the metallic click as the deadbolt on the front door slid home.

She squealed in fear as Kemp effortlessly lifted her in his arms and laid her on the large oak-topped lingerie cabinet. She struggled to sit upright until Ace came to her side and pressed his lips to hers while pressing her shoulders down. The sensation of being lifted onto the counter had unsettled her equilibrium. She wasn’t used to being lifted in a man’s arms, and it had scared her a bit. But her world settled as they caressed her with their warm hands and held her securely.

She panted lightly in their grasp as Ace’s strong hands kneaded her shoulders before sliding to both breasts. She’d always lamented not having sensitive breasts and nipples and couldn’t believe how urgently her body responded to his touch. Her pussy quaked as he brushed his thumbs over her hardened nipples, and she cried out when Kemp’s callused hand slid up her calf until his fingertips stroked her inner thigh beneath the hem of her skirt. She no longer cared how she must look splayed out on the work surface as she turned to warm, pliable putty in their capable hands.

“The door is locked, darlin’. No one can see in,” Kemp murmured as his fingers stroked ever higher on her inner thigh, inspiring an almost orgasmic trembling inside her. Five inches higher and he’d know just how wet his touch made her. Her pussy had pooled with desire practically from Kemp’s first touch at her ankle. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

“You’ll love it if you do, Summer. Let Kemp make you feel good,” Ace cajoled softly at her ear.

Ace gathered her skirt slowly in his grasp, and she felt the hem inch up her thighs. Kemp’s lips followed the hemline ever higher.

“Please, darlin’.”

Desire sizzled through her as it dawned on her that he waited for permission this time. “Yes. Yes, Kemp.”

Ace kissed her, and she held on to his shoulders, in need of an anchor. Her abdomen shuddered as Kemp’s fingers curled around the waistband of her thong and easily slid it from her. Once it was gone, his roughened fingers traveled back up her calves, circling and kneading the muscles before inching upward. Her pussy clenched almost painfully with anticipation for his first touch.

Kemp breathed deeply through his nostrils, and she heard his faint growl as he pushed the skirt up and out of his way. “You are beautiful.” Pressing his warm lips to the side of her mound, Kemp nuzzled her, and Summer wanted to cry at the simplicity of his loving touch.

Her cheeks heated as Ace lifted his head and got his first look at her pussy. He smiled down at her, lust flaming in his intense, dark brown eyes as he said, “I’m partial to a neat little pussy. You’re very wet, aren’t you?”

Her pussy convulsed at his words, and she was grateful for a split second that she’d visited Madeleine’s a couple of days before for a bikini wax and trim. Kemp’s fingers slid through her slit with a light, gentle touch, and she arched her back suddenly as a single, callused digit caressed her clit. One more touch. One more was all it would take.

“So wet, darlin’,” Kemp said appreciatively as he stroked her labia teasingly. A strangled moan erupted from her lips as he kissed her pussy and rubbed her clit with his fingers. The desperate sounds coming from her didn’t sound like her at all. Would he lick her next? Hell yes, he would.

A growl rose in his chest as the tip of his tongue slid a tiny bit into her opening before gliding up between her inner lips to her clit, and Ace muffled her scream as he kissed her. The orgasm shuddered through her as Kemp held her hips in his gentle grasp.

He groaned as he licked her and petted her to another stronger orgasm on the heels of the first. A moment later he slid a finger inside her cunt and stroked in and out a few times before adding a second finger. Her pussy clenched at the tight fit of his fingers, and she barreled toward a third, completely unprecedented climax as he thrust gently several times.

She knew he’d found her G-spot when tendrils of pleasure coursed through her to all parts of her body. Even the tip of her nose and her hair follicles were awash in pleasure. Her voice rose on a wail as her body was seized by the looming orgasmic crescendo.

“Coming! Oh, Kemp, don’t stop!”

His hot tongue flicked her clit repeatedly, and she froze, whimpering as the wave rolled over her.

He licked and stroked her through every throbbing wave of pleasure until she was completely still. She shuddered with an aftershock as Kemp licked indulgently several more times before gazing down at her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, with lustful satisfaction on his face.

Ace chuckled as he lifted his lips from her throat to look up at his friend. “That good?”

Kemp nodded. “That good,” he replied with assurance in his voice as he licked her juices from his fingers.

Her body throbbed and tingled with the aftermath of her orgasms. Kemp pulled her skirt down to cover her.

She appreciated his intuitiveness because she suddenly felt self-conscious splayed out for them like that. What kind of woman let not one but
two
men do that with her before the first date? She’d never be able to look at her sales counter again without blushing.

“Kitten? You okay?” Ace asked as he stared into her eyes. She blushed and looked away.

She’d gone and done it again. Let them in too easily. It was probably downhill from this moment. She sat up with Ace’s help and blushed even harder at the sight of her thong hanging on her sandal.

Kemp removed the wet satin from it and slid it into his pocket. Knitting her bows together, she risked another glance up at him and was held by his warm gaze. He smiled at her as he pushed the satin further into his pocket and pulled her so she sat on the edge of the counter up against him, her thighs spread to allow room for him to fit between them.

Kemp nuzzled her cheekbone, sending tickling shivers down her spine, and murmured, “If that was just the beginning, it was a wonderful way to start. So I take it you forgive me?”

“Yes. Beginning? You’re not…” Shouldn’t they have been thinking of a reason to leave, or worse, thinking of a way they could both get inside her so they could come as well? That thought gave her pause because she knew they were both hurting right now. There was no question about it. She’d climaxed on an epic scale, and they weren’t making any moves to get what they needed. “Don’t you need to get off? You must be in pain.”

Ace and Kemp exchanged a look, and Kemp gave him a small shake of his head.

Kemp said, “Not tonight. We respect your wishes. It’s nothing a change of topic and a warm shower later on won’t take care of.”

She giggled at his words and felt herself flush more deeply at his casual reference to masturbating in the shower later to relieve the pressure. “Am I going to get my panties back?”

“Nope. They’re mine to enjoy later, darlin’,” Kemp said with a chuckle. The thought of going home bare-assed made her pussy quiver.

“What now?” she asked as Kemp helped her down from the cabinet, chuckling when her wobbly knees buckled under her. He steadied her for a few moments and kissed the top of her head.

Ace said, “Kemp is going to go home and get some sleep and I’m going to stay here and keep an eye on things. Can I use the bed upstairs?”

Of course you can, you big stud. I’ve totally changed my mind. You could use me on it while you’re at it.

“Certainly. We use it when we have out-of-town guests. There are clean sheets and blankets in the closet. I’ll make the bed up for you.”

Ace said, “No, I’ll make up the bed and you can walk Kemp out and tell him good night. We’ll show you how the security system and the surveillance DVR work in the morning. You look like you could fall asleep on your feet right now.”

Yep, nothing like coming good and hard multiple times under the hands of an expert to make me want to curl up in a stupor.
She wasn’t even hungry right now. She just wanted sleep.

Kemp chuckled at her sleepy blink and said, “You had a rough morning and a long day, kitten. Give me a kiss and I’ll let myself out.”

The light was fading outside, but it seemed early to call it quits. “You’ll come back in the morning?”

Kemp smiled at her wistful tone. “Of course. We need to show you and the others how the system works.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t keep the disappointment from her voice.

“Besides, how else will I see you?” He tipped her chin up as she smiled at him and kissed her gently. She could taste a hint of herself on his tongue, and her core pulsed at the memory of what he’d done to her. “I’ll check on you this evening and in the morning. Get some rest, okay?”

She nodded and locked up after he left. It had been a while since she’d been with a man who knew how to pleasure a woman, and her pussy still tingled at the memory of his touch. She found Ace upstairs, making up the full-size bed in the larger bedroom. She showed him where the towels and soap were in the bathroom, and then he kissed her soundly and walked her out to her car.

She went home feeling a little bereft, which was silly. They weren’t taking advantage of her, and she should feel great about that. Ace had made it clear to her as he kissed her good night with his hardened cock pressed against her that although he definitely wanted her, he didn’t want to rush things. She missed them both as she heated leftovers in the microwave. Every time she thought of either of them her pussy felt a little more responsive and tingly.

To distract herself, she turned on her DVR and watched an episode of
NCIS
. After about fifteen minutes, Summer could no longer ignore her “hot seat.” This was not merely a postorgasmic tingle she was still experiencing. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. She looked at the profuse bouquet of wildflowers in the large vase on her kitchen counter, and a sinking feeling hit her.

“Please, no.”

She got out rubber gloves and lifted the flowers from the water and laid them on a dish towel. She found what she was looking for as she separated the stems. It hadn’t occurred to her to ask where he’d picked the flowers.

“Damn, damn,
damn
.”

She ran to the bathroom and started a hot shower. She had to get the oil from the poison oak vines off of her. She’d barely touched the bouquet, but where it had brushed her wrist the rash had already appeared. Looking in the mirror she realized what she thought was a residual blush from the afternoon’s activities was actually the beginning of poison oak rash. He’d picked the flowers and had his hands
all over her
.

“Holy
shit
!”

She’d had poison oak rash before, and Dr. Guthrie had told her everyone was allergic to it, but she was especially sensitive. She knew what to expect. The extremely itchy, painful rash and blisters. Summer heaved a sigh of relief as she found the poison oak remedy left from her most recent exposure in the medicine cabinet.

After taking a very careful, thorough, hot shower she got out and dried off. In the full-length mirror she checked herself and could see the trail of the rash already, up and down her legs, her hips, and her mound. It was everywhere Kemp had touched her with his hands, which he’d been unable to wash since she’d let it be known he was to stay away from her. She’d received full-strength exposure to the urushiol in the plant leaves from him. Her pussy was now tingling in a most unpleasant way. The rash was also developing on her cheeks, jaw, chin, and even around her eyes from sniffing the bouquet. She carefully applied the poison oak cream to all the affecting areas, including her throbbing labia. The next few days were not going to be fun ones.

Oh, no!
Ace had playfully mentioned the possibility that either of the men might take advantage of a warm shower to get off since they hadn’t wanted to rush her into sex with them.