Summer's Indiscretion(Divine Creek Ranch 7)(70)
Summer removed a box from the carton and opened the folding flap on the top. The brunette gasped and Duke choked on his soda when a large penis flopped up in the plastic wrap, and the brunette squealed and clapped her hands over her mouth.
Duke heard the sound of rapid footsteps as Ace ran down the stairs. A moment later he heard Ace’s voice raised anxiously, beyond the viewpoint of the camera. “You okay, Summer?”
Summer turned and nodded at Ace, and Duke really felt like a voyeur when he saw the unadulterated adoration on her face as she replied, “I’m sorry, Ace. I was showing Emma one of the new toys.”
“Oh. Okay. I heard noise and got worried. Hey, Doctor Guthrie, how are you doing?”
“Fine, Ace, and you?” she asked as she placed her left hand on her blushing cheek.
“I’m good. Are you showing her Enrique?”
“Yes, honey.”
“Okay, I’ll be upstairs. Kemp called and said the restaurant was busy and it would be a few more minutes before our food was ready.”
“Okay.”
The name Emma suited the pretty brunette. They turned back to the toy as Ace headed back upstairs.
“Enrique?” Emma asked. Her sexy, low-pitched voice sent a little tendril of lust through Duke. She sounded very intrigued.
“That’s what I nicknamed it. You can roll your Rs while you ride, screaming his name.”
“Oh, I thought maybe that was Charlotte’s husband’s name.”
“No. I heard through Maya that his name is Zane. For all I know that may be what she calls her original of this toy. Anyway, it’s called ‘The Instant Threesome,” but obviously you could use it solo and have a great time. I’m just glad Maya told me about them because we really like doing business with entrepreneurs in the kink business. Want to see?” she asked, her hands hesitating on the wrapping enclosing whatever was in the box. All he could make out so far was a large dildo-looking device pointing toward the ceiling.
“Duh! Of course!”
“I was hoping you might say that,” Summer said with a snicker. She removed the carton from the rolling cart and sat the box on it. Emma held the flaps while Summer pulled the rather large item from the Styrofoam peanuts it was packed in.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Emma said then erupted in giggles.
Duke looked on in surprise as Summer revealed the newest sex toy in Discretion. It was a life-sized, anatomically correct casting of a lower male torso, from the lower ribs all the way down to midthigh.
“Lift it, Emma, and you’ll see how heavy it is. It’s made from silicone gel and it’ll take a little muscle to move it around. But you don’t want something lightweight, right?”
Emma looked at Summer and said, “I guess not?” Her expression was adorably clueless.
Summer smiled and said, “When you’re riding it, you wouldn’t want it to bounce around under you with your movement. You’d want it to stay rock solid and in place.”
Duke’s cock hardened at the explanation, thinking he could stay rock solid and in place for Emma if she was riding him. Gage groaned, and Duke knew he was thinking similar thoughts.
“Oh.” Emma reached out a tentative hand and poked the erect cock with a fingertip. It bounced a couple of times and then pointed unflaggingly toward the ceiling again. Duke’s cock reacted as if she’d touched him, swelling behind his fly to painful proportions. His food grew cold in front of him as he waited to hear what she would say next.
“I’ll take it. How much?”
Holy shit!
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Summer sighed happily as she set the small bistro-style table on the back porch. She put out everything, plates, silverware, and pretty glassware, even though she knew it wasn’t necessary. They could just as easily have eaten from Styrofoam cartons with plastic utensils, but she wanted to give the evening a little more romance. Kemp had called to say he was on the way with their food. She didn’t have any idea where he’d gone, but it had taken a while for him to get back.
She smiled as she gazed around the backyard. The ambient effect of the new outdoor lighting was very pleasing to her. The welcoming gazebo stood off in the yard, the interior illuminated by the strands of small white bulbs hung inside it providing just enough light. She admired the newly renovated porch again. Some of the rosebushes in the new flowerbeds surrounding it were already budding.
Ace opened the back door and brought out the pitcher of tea she’d made and the bottle of wine he’d removed the cork from earlier in the day. “Kemp just pulled up.”
“Good. Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Ace replied quietly. His tone was at once reserved and intense. She looked up into his eyes and saw her own emotions reflected at her. Yeah. We’re so not making it home tonight. At least not for a few hours.