Ace relaxed beside them and stroked her upper arm as she replied, “Not at all. I loved it. You’re both wonderful, gentle lovers, and I couldn’t ask for more than what you gave me. I feel wonderful.”
Ace smiled at her when she made eye contact and said, “Kitten, we don’t want you to feel like you have to have sex with both of us in the same night. It’s going to take a little time getting used to making love with two men, and we don’t want you to feel like if you make love with one you are automatically expected to do the same for the other.” Ace smiled and added, “Although some consideration and gratification would be appreciated.”
Summer giggled. “So I could blow one of you while I get fucked by the other and that would be perfectly okay with you?”
Kemp and Ace both chuckled, and Ace replied, “Basically, yeah.”
“I’ll bear that in mind, big man. Oh, that feels nice,” she murmured as Kemp licked and sucked on one of her nipples then switched with a smile to the other.
He groaned and flexed his hips against her and said, “So does that, darlin’.”
She smiled softly and stroked both his cheeks and then reached a hand out to Ace, which he took and placed a kiss on her knuckles. Kemp finally withdrew from her, settled on her other side, and sighed deeply as he cuddled up to her backside. Ace rose from the bed to blow out the candle and then pulled the blankets up to cover the three of them.
Summer yawned and sleepily asked, “Did you get through to Duke?”
“Yeah. Everything is fine.”
“Did he find something?”
Ace chuckled. “Yeah. Did he ever. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”
* * * *
Pouring a second cup of coffee, Ace finished telling Kemp the news. “Duke submitted blind samples of the DNA from all three of them and found the connection. I knew they had to be more than just mere acquaintances. No one shows up at a single guy’s house that late at night without hanky-panky of some sort going on. She’s been jumping from place to place maintaining that blog, but I knew there had to be a good reason why he’d do her bidding like that. Bet me she’s stringing him along, promising she’ll leave her husband.”
Kemp shuddered and shook his head. “It takes all kinds.”
“I feel for the guy. Judging by everything Duke found, he’s completely clean, although I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if there is a connection there, too. Her postings strike me as those of a jealous female and not just righteous indignation.”
They’d risen early that morning to make plans for the day. Ace knew it bothered Summer to talk about the situation now that she knew there was a child who might suffer because of it. They heard a door open upstairs and then Summer’s soft footfalls on the stairs. Ace smiled when he noticed she was wearing the shirt he’d worn the day before. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes sparkled playfully as he opened his arms to her.
“Good morning, my handsome men.”
Ace kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, and enjoyed the feel of her soft, bountiful breasts pressed against his abdomen. “Did you sleep well, kitten?”
“Mmm-hmm! Have you been up long?”
“An hour or so. I like you in my shirt,” he murmured as she tilted her head and kissed him. Her kiss was sweet and short, tasting of mint.
“I hoped you would.”
“Are you hungry, darlin’?” Kemp asked as he removed a plate from one of the cabinets.
“I could eat.”
Kemp served her from the skillet scramble Ace had made a few minutes before. They’d been about to start eating. He toasted a piece of bread for her, buttered it, and then served her at the dining room table where she’d taken a seat with Ace.
“This is delicious. I’m going to cook for you tonight, so don’t make any plans, okay? I’m going to make you my specialty.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
Ace grinned and asked, “What is it?”
“A surprise. I hope you like it. It’s my version of Southern comfort food.”
They chatted for several minutes, finishing their breakfast, and were about to go upstairs to dress and start their respective days when the doorbell rang.
Summer took one look at herself and held up a finger. “Let me get up the stairs before you answer that.” Her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she looked at the front door. “I wonder who that is?”
The large glass panel in the heavy oak door let in light, but the rippled and etched effect in the glass still allowed for privacy. Even so, Ace hesitated when he made out the glow of red hair and the womanly build of the person standing on the other side. He only knew one person who fit that height and hair color.