Alexander, Kortny - Surrendering to Summer [Whispering Mountain 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Breaking from the kiss, he lifted his lips and kissed her nose as she watched him. “I need you, Summer. Can I have you tonight?” Still holding her and not waiting for an answer, he took her mouth again. “I can’t think straight around you, baby.” He was drowning, drowning in those glowing star-shaped flecks in her eyes.

“I’m yours, Denver.” She licked at his lips. He was going to burn her alive. Summer could feel her juices as they flooded past her folds, soaking her thin boy shorts and coating her thighs. She was in a trance. She couldn’t look away from his darkened blue eyes as he placed her back on her feet.

He tucked a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear and cupped the side of her face. Summer leaned into the caress but continued to hold his gaze. “I don’t know if I can be gentle this first time.” He needed to be balls deep inside of her. There would hopefully be other times when he could take his time going slow and deep, but the way the scent of her arousal attacked him, his cock was on fire and ready to burst.

Summer shook her head slightly as she spoke. “I don’t want you to hold back. Never hold back.” She was falling and it was impossible to stop the way she felt. He scooped her up in his arms and headed for his bedroom.

Chapter 8

Denver lay Summer on his bed after closing his door behind him. He didn’t need any lights on, the moon was full and gave his bedroom just enough glow. He removed the only clothing he was wearing. When he slid the boxers off, his thick cock jutted out. The head of his cock was already glistening with his pre-cum. He stroked himself and watched Summer as she lay on his bed. She followed the movement of his hand as she writhed on the bed and licked her lips.

“Look what you do to me, Summer. I’m so hard it’s almost painful.” He smiled at her as he climbed on the bed.

“I can’t wait for foreplay, Denver. Not with you. Not now.” She writhed about, thrusting her hips in his direction.

When Summer caught sight of his cock she felt her cream flow harder. He was thick, long, and perfect for her. As much as she wanted him in her mouth, as much as she wanted to taste him, she wanted him fucking her into submission first. Her body was on fire and the anticipation was killing her. He was only stroking his thick cock and staring at her body and she could feel her sheath convulsing; searching for his cock to hold on to.

Denver lowered his head and licked and sucked at her nipples through the thin camisole. “Ahhh, these are the sweetest nipples, Summer.”

She arched her back trying to get closer to his mouth again. “Suck them again.” Summer wasn’t sure if it was a groan or a growl but it didn’t matter. Denver ripped her camisole in half.

“That’s better, baby. Look at those pretty breasts.” He felt the pre-cum damn near dripping from his cockhead. And so did Summer. “Summer, I can’t wait.”

Summer blinked up at Denver. She was lost. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. “Touch me, Denver.” Over and over she thrust her hips up at him.

Denver wrapped an arm around her waist to still her. He brushed his lips up against her tender folds. “Damn woman, you’re soaking wet.” He slid two fingers through the side of her panties. The scorching wet heat enveloped his fingers as he pushed inside of her. Denver soaked his fingers in her sweet cream and brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her. “Summer.” He closed his eyes for a moment as the flavor that was Summer exploded on his tongue. “I have to fuck you now.” He yanked her panties, ripping them.

He placed his hands on either side of her head as he bent down to take her mouth. His kiss was rough and hungry. He kissed her harder, deeper when she moaned into his mouth. Denver knew she could taste herself on his tongue. She wrapped her arms around him as much as possible. He slid his cock up and down against her folds, coating it with her cream.

Summer spread her legs wider. “Please, Denver. I can’t take it.”

Denver moved, draping her legs over his forearms, then his biceps. He moved his hips back just a little, and then thrust himself into Summer. He knew his brothers would probably wake when she screamed out her pleasure as he entered her but he didn’t give a damn. He had the woman he wanted in his bed, naked beneath him.

He watched as Summer closed her eyes and moaned. Her hips moved slightly as he stilled inside of her. Her pussy convulsed against and squeezed his cock. She was slowly fucking him, driving him insane. He loved the fact that she had taken all of him and had no intention of slowing down.

His thrusts were slow and deep. She moaned louder every time he went just a little deeper. When he felt his cock kiss her womb, he felt her orgasm. It was swift and he could see the shock on her face.

“Denver.” She stared up at him, caressing his lips with hers. “I’m coming.”

“I know, wildfire. I feel it.” He kept his strokes at a steady pace of long and deep. “I feel your hot cream coating my dick and sliding down to my balls. You’re burning me alive, Summer.” The intensity of his strokes became rougher as he gripped her waist tighter. He wanted to climb inside of her body. He was already lost inside of her. The pleasurable sounds floating past her lips were an aphrodisiac all their own.

“Harder, Denver. Oh, ahhh. Fuck me harder. Make me scream again.”

Summer had no dominion over her body as she let all of her control slip away. Her body was exploding. Denver’s movements were possessive. He was plunging into her with such a ravenous force that she was sliding up the bed with each thrust until he reached around to hold her shoulders.

“Don’t you run from me.” He growled out.

“Never.” She smiled as the lust burned through her. She was so hot and sweaty. Denver was fucking her so hard now and holding her body in place that she could feel the pounding of his balls against her ass. He was touching her womb with every stroke. Her orgasm returned again with such power that she held on to his forearms.

She could only scream out her orgasm this time. He was slamming into her and her orgasms were flowing back to back. Denver did not give her time to rest. He held her tight to him as he flipped over and Summer was now on top. Her body was still humming and her ears were burning that she barely heard Denver.

“Fuck
me,
Summer. I want those sweet nipples in my mouth while you fuck me baby.” Denver loved the way she looked at him. Her eyes were glazed over and she was sated. Sated and yet she wanted more. She was a greedy little wench and he loved it.

Moving slowly up and down on his cock, Summer cupped her breast and licked at her nipples. “Is this what you want Denver?” Her voice was low and gravelly from the screaming, but she did not care. She was so turned on, and Denver’s eyes on her lit the atmosphere up another notch.

“Ah, fuck yeah. Ride my dick. You’ve had a taste, now give me those damned nipples. I want them in my mouth when you make me come.”

The way he talked to her only made her pussy quiver. “Denver.” She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest.

Denver grabbed both breasts and pushed them together. He began sucking on both nipples at the same time. Summer began moving at a fast pace. She reached behind herself and played with his tight sac as she moved.

“That’s it, wildfire. Fuck! I’ve never come this fast.” His orgasm was creeping up on him fast.

Summer kept moving and squeezing her sheath on every up stroke and slamming back down. After a few more strokes to his sac she removed her hand and fucked him. She tossed her head back and yelled again as she came, and Denver was right behind her. He came and moaned as he sucked on her nipples.

Exhausted, Summer collapsed on his chest after he let go of her nipples. Her arms, her body were too weak to continue to hold her up. She felt the moment Denver’s arms draped lightly across her moist back. They were both wet with perspiration, but she didn’t care. They had ridden each other long, hard, and into submission.

Denver slid from the bed in almost silent movements as he watched Summer sleep. He shook his head slightly, moved to his bathroom, and filled his bathtub with warm water. Moving just as silently back into his bedroom, he scooped up Summer, moved back into the bathroom, and climbed into the tub with her snug in his arms.

With gentle strokes he cleansed her body. He reveled in the way she laid against his chest. She slept as if she didn’t have a care in the world. How could anyone sleep while being bathed? Denver could only grin. He would give anything to have more moments like these with Summer. He knew his younger brother Dillon was just as crazy about her. That was clear from the naughty acts they committed behind the tree with her.

This was it. Denver knew he was falling for the wildfire that lay against his naked chest. He needed to talk with Dillon and figure out how to keep her in their life. If Dalton wanted to screw everything up with her then so be it. Hopefully, Summer would be willing to be in a relationship with him and Dillon.

Chapter 9

Day 3

Summer woke up to the sun shining through her wooden blinds. She realized she was no longer inside of Denver’s room but in her own bed. When she shifted the blanket on her bed, she could smell Denver’s soap on her body. He had apparently cleaned her up and placed her back in her own bed. She could not believe she had been that exhausted that she did not wake during the night.

Why didn’t he want her sleeping in his bed? Was he having second thoughts about what had happened between them? Summer shook her head. She was not going to allow her crazy inner voice to rain on her wonderful night.

A small smile touched her lips as she lay in her bed. She could not believe she had had sex with Denver.
Amazing sex!
Too bad she woke up alone. This would be the perfect time for her to feel dejected about waking up alone, but Summer knew all three men took their ranching business seriously. She was never quite sure what they did, how the ranching business functioned, but they woke up early, worked their asses off, and sometimes returned extremely exhausted. Yet, when she was staying with her sister, they all still had the stamina to come and visit her.

Thinking about work, Summer sat upright in her bed. Although she was supposed to take this week off while getting situated in her new surroundings, she didn’t like sitting around. She wanted to go down to her new job and at least meet with her new assistant.

She had learned early on that her assistant was not new to the company like Summer was. From what she had been told, Agnes James had been with the company since almost the beginning. She had volunteered to be Summer’s assistant. Summer needed to be productive. There was no way she could sit around the house and do nothing. She kicked the sheets back and moved to the bathroom for a shower.

She wanted to get a look at her office. Maybe she needed to redecorate. Summer wasn’t comfortable bumming around the house all day when she could be at work making some sort or progress.

When she turned on the shower, the scent of Denver’s soap whirled around her once again. As much as she wanted to go and seek out all three men, she knew she had things of her own to take care of. Maybe stopping by her home and visiting her pregnant sister would be added to her extremely short list of things to do.

This time she remembered to leave a note and turn her cell phone one.

* * * *

Durden Real Estate Development was located on the corner of Main Street and Greenwood. The normal passerby would not realize that this modest two-story brick building in the historic downtown area of Whispering Mountain was a multi-million dollar firm. This was one of the hundreds of reasons why Summer admired the Durden family.

Everything about them screamed easygoing and down-to-earth. From the thousands of acres of land the family owned and most lived on, to the way the two cousins of the family ran the real estate business dressed. The dress code was casual and they meant it. They liked their employees comfortable as possible to inspire their creativity. The Durdens believed in family, and they treated everyone like a member of theirs.

Summer had decided to wear a pair of khakis and a pale pink cotton button-down shirt. She let her hair hang down and wore no makeup. Casual.

She opened the door and stepped into the small, quaint, and welcoming waiting area. The light-colored tile flooring brought out the deep cherry-red rectangular shaped desk the receptionist was sitting behind. There were several leather chairs and a leather sofa to keep visitors comfortable while they waited. She had every possible snack and appliance necessary to keep her and visitors happy. Everything about the reception area was neat and tidy. Summer grinned at the fresh faced brunette with the gleaming blue eyes.

A Durden. But which one? The family was so freaking huge.

“Good morning, Summer.” The young woman smiled at her like she had been expecting her. “I thought you weren’t due in for another week?”