Summer's Indiscretion(Divine Creek Ranch 7)(25)

“How is the Mongolian beef?” Ace asked her.

“It’s very good. I was wondering how things are going at the shop for you. Have you settled in okay upstairs?”

They both nodded. With a chuckle, Ace added, “The bed is a little small, but it’s temporary so no big deal.”

Summer grinned picturing this tall man with his poor feet hanging over the end of the bed. “If you want to move anything up there to make yourselves more comfortable, it’s fine with me and Margot. That full-size bed is not really big enough for a tall person.”

“I may do that. Thanks, kitten.”

When they let Summer pick the movie, she chose Beastly. While Ace put the DVD in, Kemp drew her to him and coaxed her into his lap.

“Um—are you sure?” she asked as she awkwardly sat on his knees, unsure where he wanted her because she was definitely not used to sitting in a man’s lap. Self-consciously, she wobbled and braced her hand on his shoulder. Evidently sensing her unease, he smiled at her and patted her thigh.

“Allow me, darlin’.” Kemp carefully slid his right forearm under her knees and braced her back and turned her so she was now across his lap, facing Ace as he sat down beside him. Figuring this would last five minutes before he’d start squirming and want her off of him, she was surprised when he put a pillow behind her back and helped her get comfortable.

“Thank you, Kemp. This is nice.”

He gazed down at her and replied, “I want you to be comfortable with me. I know I’m a big guy and I figured it might help.”

Summer could say with certainty that it helped to sit with him like this. Her main fear in a position like this was the vulnerability that came from feeling too big and out of proportion with the size of the man holding her. With Kemp that was a nonissue. He was so much bigger than her that she experienced the rare, wonderful sensation of feeling small compared to him.

Once Summer relaxed, she settled into the comfort of his embrace. Her head fit perfectly in the indentation between his muscular shoulder and pectoral. She snuggled and then grimaced at the pale smudge the calamine lotion left on his shirt.

“Uh-oh. Sorry, Kemp.” She rubbed at it, and it faded a little.

He never even looked at the mark as he stroked her side and her hip. “Don’t worry about that. You cuddle all you want, darlin’.” Dragging his fingertips in a light caress up the top of her thigh, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her gently.

As they watched the movie, Ace lifted her sock-clad feet and placed them in his lap. He kept his eyes on the television screen and lightly massaged her toes and her arches, systematically drawing what little tension remained in her body. She caught her breath when he slipped the socks from her feet and continued to gently caress her feet, careful to avoid any area that was inflamed. He lightly tugged on each toe in turn, and she had to hold back her response, surprised that a simple touch like that could turn her on. By the time he reached her other foot she couldn’t suppress a soft moan.

Ace asked “Feeling okay? Are you hurting?”

Hurting? No. Aching? Possibly.

“No, Ace. It feels so good.”

Kemp said, “Let me know if the way I’m holding you makes the rash uncomfortable, okay?”

Holding up her inflamed hands, she replied, “The calamine lotion helps with the itch on my hands and from my ankles up to my knees. The oak rash is most painful on my inner thighs and my…” She couldn’t believe it when heat crept into her cheeks. She looked up and found that Kemp’s green eyes were riveted on her.

Kemp’s voice sent a wave of heat through her that had nothing to do with the rash as he asked, “Your pussy?”

There was no way she was in any shape for sexual activity, but the spirit was definitely willing as his soft words sent a wave of heat through her body that culminated in her pussy. The pain she experienced had been helped by yesterday’s steroid shot and over-the-counter pain relievers, but there was nothing that could be done for the throbbing ache that now centered in her cunt.

Pressing his lips to her temple, Kemp murmured, “I wish I could kiss it and make it feel better.”

She groaned softly when her pussy trembled in agreement.

Ace’s deep tones added to her arousal as he murmured, “I’m not sure I could stop at a kiss.” The tension between them felt like a rubber band being stretched taut as she imagined both of them doing just that.

Kemp shifted briefly but held on to her when she tried to rise. She felt the erection hardening under her bottom.

Kemp shook his head and murmured, “Uh-uh. Don’t move, darlin’.”

“But aren’t I hurting you? I’m sorry, what Ace was doing felt so good and the thought of you kissing my pussy…I couldn’t help it.” Even to her own ears she didn’t sound repentant, and they both chuckled.