Summer's Indiscretion(Divine Creek Ranch 7)(71)

He placed wine glasses at each setting and poured the wine. She was glad he knew something about wine because she knew very little.

Kemp came through the back door, carrying bags with the restaurant logo emblazoned on them.

“You went to Tessa’s to pick up supper?” Summer had heard good things about Tessa’s, and not just about the exceptional food. Tessa’s offered a unique, private dining experience if a reservation could be had.

Kemp replied, “Yes. We’d like to take you there some time, but they have a waiting list for the private dining booths right now.” Turning to Ace, he said, “I put our names on the list.”

“Good. We’ll make it a special occasion.”

“In the meantime they were happy to put supper together for us.”

He sat the bag on the side table and removed the boxes. A succulent aroma of spices and grilled meats filled the air.

“Yum. What did you get?” she asked as her mouth began to water.

“Shrimp and vegetable kebabs, rare tenderloin with mushrooms, and lobster tail. You can have your pick. There are also vegetables, and this,” he said, holding up a separate bag, “contains salad, bread sticks, and dessert.”

Ace asked, “What’s for dessert?” Summer watched a slow, sexy smile flit across his lips.

Me, baby, if I’m lucky.

Kemp caught Ace’s suggestive tone and replied, “Tessa’s signature tiramisu. I’ll go put it in the refrigerator so it stays cold.”

When Kemp returned they sat down to the meal and began picking and choosing from the containers. Everything smelled delicious, and her stomach growled hungrily.

Despite her hunger pangs, her appetite was small. She enjoyed the food tremendously, but her thoughts were wholly on the rest of the evening.

They talked quietly with her and inquired how everything tasted. She accidentally dropped her napkin, and Ace bent to pick it up, placed it back in her lap, and his hand remained on her thigh.

The soft summer breeze blew a lock of her hair against her lips, and Kemp reached out to smooth it back before she could make a move. He smiled warmly at her, love in his green eyes, and leaned forward to brush his full lips against her cheekbone.

The heat that had been simmering in her blood all evening flamed a little brighter inside her, and her pussy trembled with longing. Ace stroked her leg, his fingers shifting to her inner thigh over her skirt, and kissed her other cheekbone. The quivering inside her grew as she looked into their eyes and saw the hot desire they no longer had to deny.

“Finish your tenderloin, kitten. We have all night.”

Her mind made the journey to Ace’s house, to all the different places in it and around it that she wanted to play. The hot tub. The poolside bed. The garden room. His gigantic bed in the master suite. The bathtub. Visually ticking off each location fueled the heat inside her, but she knew the perfect place to start the evening.

The meal was finished in silence, and a knife could’ve been used to cut the tension. Ace started a sink of soapy water, and Kemp brought in the dishes and other things while Summer put away the large amount of leftovers. It was all achieved in a matter of a few efficiently used minutes. The shop was locked up tight and the quiet of the night descended around her as she flipped off the lights on the back-porch area but left on the dim strand of lights inside the gazebo. They were there more for ambience than to actually be helpful as a light source, and she was thrilled with the effect. The soft music of crickets filled the air.

Sensing their dual presence behind her in the doorway, she made a bold decision. The heat in their eyes when she turned to look up at them told her they would follow wherever she led in this moment. She wanted them now.

She watched their faces as she reached for the tiny pearl buttons on the front of her sheer gauze top. They were riveted as she loosed each button from its hole. She carefully slid the delicate top from her shoulders and laid it over the back of one of the chairs they’d sat in earlier. The camisole she’d worn beneath the top followed. Leaving her in her white lace push-up bra. She pushed down the elastic waist on the matching layered gauze skirt to reveal the white lace cheeky shorts beneath it. She slipped her feet from the silver beaded and sequined thong sandals she’d worn and left it all on the porch.

Smiling in invitation, she turned her back on them and strolled down the steps and across the still-hot flagstone walk that led out to the gazebo. She wished she could see their faces and wondered if they been able to make out the lace-up backside of the cheeky shorts. If they had, it wasn’t the only thing they would discover about the lace undergarment in a minute.

She heard movement behind her and turned to watch them as she mounted the steps to the subtly lit gazebo. They were right behind her, unbuttoning their shirts. She smiled as she stood and watched them both undress, their nimble fingers fumbling over suddenly uncooperative buttons. Summer smiled when Kemp jerked on the last one and she heard it snap and ricochet across the structure. They kept their eyes on her as they undressed until finally they were down to their underwear and then nothing but their bare skin. The sight of them naked and looking ready to take her made her pussy pulse wildly and burn to feel them inside her.