Summer's Indiscretion(Divine Creek Ranch 7)(75)

They stayed like that for a minute or two, just catching their breath. Summer wanted to wallow in the feeling of being so well loved. One man beneath her, the other on top and behind her, with their cocks still firmly planted inside her. The sounds of crickets and the occasional cicada filled the night air, along with intermittent birdsong.

“You okay, darlin’?” Kemp asked as he caressed her temple. She released his biceps after realizing she still held them very tightly and gasped when she saw ten neat, little semicircles on both of his biceps where she’d gripped them so hard.

“I’m sorry. That must’ve hurt.”

Kemp closed his eyes and smiled. “I felt so good everywhere else I didn’t even notice, darlin’. Are you okay?”

Bliss felt like it oozed from her pores, and she gave him a happy smile. “That was beautiful.”

Ace groaned and said, “Uh-huh,” against her shoulder. He finally sat up and slowly withdrew from her tingling ass and used the hand towel to wipe the lubricant from her ass cheeks. “Let’s get cleaned up and get you home. You were perfect, kitten.”

“The feeling is entirely mutual, handsome.”

Reluctantly, she allowed Kemp to help her slide off his cock, and she sat up. She stretched her arms over her head and sighed luxuriantly. When she opened her eyes, it was to find that both men watched her raptly, warmth in their gazes.

Kemp murmured, “And she’s all ours.”



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Lydia trudged up the stairs, her footsteps echoing faintly on the metal steps. She’d hoped to be out of this low-rent motel by now. It had been the best she could afford when she realized she might be stranded in Fort Stockton for a while.

Then sweat trickled down her back, even though the sun had already set hours before. The July heat was like a suffocating blanket. The news she’d just gotten about her car only added to her misery. The mechanic had promised he could get her elderly Karmann Ghia fixed and running well enough for her to make it out of Fort Stockton once she paid the price he’d quoted. She fought the trapped feeling that threatened to overwhelm her.

She wanted out of Fort Stockton pretty badly, and the repair would all but wipe out the money she’d saved. But she was determined to make it on her own without help from her brothers. So far, whenever they called she’d managed to sound like everything was fine and she was happy with where she currently was. She was up a creek without a paddle if they ever paid a surprise visit.

She walked down the row of shabby motel-room doors until she arrived at the doorway of her rented room. Tilting her head back to ease the tired, sore muscles in her neck, she reached in her pocket for her keys. She was about to insert the key in the lock when she noticed the door was ajar. Her heart skipped a beat.

Oh, what now!

She cautiously pushed the door of her small hotel room open and gasped at what she found. Everything was gone. Just…gone.

She paused and looked again at the room number screwed on the door to make sure she had the right room. It was her room, and she knew it because the pleasant scent of lavender lingered in the air, masking some of the musty odor of the now-bare old motel room.

Her heart froze in her chest, and cold chills spread over her skin as she closed the door and rushed to the bed. She knelt and looked under it, reaching for the Ziploc bag she kept hidden in the box spring of the full-size bed. She found nothing and searched more diligently, thinking perhaps she’d placed it in a different spot after putting yesterday’s tips in it. No. It was gone.

Crouching there in her shabby waitress uniform, it didn’t take much to collapse in a heap. She cried wearily for a few minutes. A glint of something caught her eye, and she reached inside the torn cover of the box spring.

Her lip quivered when her fingers came into contact with the metallic object. She hadn’t lost everything. The beautifully formed sterling silver bracelet Chance Carlisle had given her rested in her hand. Even though it was foolish of her to think it, she wished more than anything in the whole world that he was with her right now. Not so he could save her or anything like that, but because being around him made her happy. She felt safe around him. Right now she didn’t feel safe at all.





Chapter Twenty



Thunder rumbled as they made the drive home that night. Ace’s body simmered with a mix of anticipation tempered by satisfaction. It was almost confusing to feel that way. On the one hand, he’d just made love with the woman he’d always hoped would become a part of his life and he’d come so hard he’d seen stars. But with her snuggled up next to him in the back seat of Kemp’s Escalade, his cock was hardening again, readying for another opportunity to make love to her.