Summer Loving

by Cooper McKenzie

  Once the men stowed their clothes in the cargo area, they both climbed into the backseat.

  “The staging area is about a mile up this road,” Cole said. “You okay to drive that far?”

  Summer looked over her shoulder and grinned. “I’ve driven in parts of the world where there are no roads. This will be a piece of cake.”

  Her men nodded and a moment later the backseat was full of two giant dogs. Once she saw that they were settled, she put the Hummer in gear and drove, her focus on the road ahead and not the dog whose head now rested on her shoulder, though she appreciated the touch of her mate, even if he did drool on her shirt.

  She drove until they entered a small clearing where a dark green pickup and a bright, apple-green delivery-type van were parked side by side. A large tent and portable gazebo had been set up across the meadow where a woman and two men were talking. Summer pulled in and parked as the woman and one of the men crossed the meadow at a fast pace.

  She’d barely climbed from the truck and turned to let her mates out of the back when someone grabbed her shoulder. When she squeaked in surprise as she was spun around, her mates growled and barked in her defense, sounding ferocious.

  Then she recognized who touched her. “Shhh, boys, it’s okay. It’s Winter,” she addressed the dogs first. “Hello, baby brother,” she said as Winter pulled her in for a long, hard hug.

  “It’s about time you came home,” he said, kissing her cheek before releasing her. She blushed when he reached up with one finger to touch both sides of her lower neck where Cole and Dawson had bit her the night before. “I guess this means you’ll be sticking around for a while, huh?”

  “Uh-huh,” she said before opening the back door to release Cole and Dawson. The dogs sniffed Winter’s feet and gave him a steady stare and a small growl before turning and walking toward the back of the van. “We can talk about that later. Help me get these two harnessed up, and then I’d like to take a look at the map if I could.”

  Winter nodded and followed the dogs, but before Summer could do the same, the woman stepped into her path. “Welcome to the family,” she said, wrapping Summer in a hug that reminded her of the ones she got from her mother when she was a little girl. “I’m Bridget Sullivan, mother of those two and their brothers.”

  “Summer Ryan. I’m not exactly sure what I am.”

  Bridget looked at her and smiled. “Why, you’re Cole and Dawson’s mate. That makes you family, whether or not you decide to marry them. We wouldn’t have called the boys back, but with Spring and her men in Wilmington until tomorrow for a pre-wedding honeymoon and their other brothers, Evan and Frank, are delivering furniture to Georgia, so we really didn’t have a choice.”

  Summer shrugged. “I think I’m just along for the ride,” she said, which made the other woman laugh.

  “Hardly, dear. But we can talk about that later. I’ll share all my tips about dealing with Sullivan men.”

  “Can I be in on that discussion?” Winter asked as he handed Bridget a bright orange pack harness before jumping out of the truck with the other.

  “Certainly, Winter, though I think you’ve got your men well in hand,” Bridget said.

  Cole and Dawson made grumbling noises as if they did not agree with the direction this conversation had taken, but stood still as Bridget and Winter strapped the packs around them, making sure they were secure, but not too tight.

  “We really need to put names on these things so we don’t have to adjust them every time we use them,” Bridget remarked once they were finished. “My husband, Michael, took Winter’s mate, Garrett, and my other husband, Thomas, has Garrett’s twin, Hawk. Do you two want to split up or both stay with Summer?”

  Summer laughed as the dogs looked their mother with what could only be described as a look of disbelief before moving in closer to either side of her.

  “All right, then, I guess that answers that.”

  They walked to the gazebo where a man in a U.S. Forestry Service uniform had just hung up his cell phone while looking at the map that was spread out on the card table.

  Winter made the introductions. “Gage, this is my sister, Summer Ryan. Summer, this is Ranger Gage Whitefeather. He’s with the Forestry Service and coordinating the search teams.”

  After shaking Gage’s hand, Summer looked at the map. “Can you show me on the map exactly where the little girl was last seen?”

  “She’s ten years old, and her parents say she’s adventurous,” Gage said. “They were camping in this meadow, and she apparently just disappeared. I sent the parents back to the ranger’s station to wait. We’ve found in the past the fewer people in the area while the Sullivans search, the better.”

  Summer nodded. She’d worked with rescue dogs before. “What’s the little girl’s name?”

  “Havan Fellows.”

  “Has she ever been in the Girl Scouts?” Summer asked as the dogs laid their heads on the table as if trying to read the map as well. She absently petted their heads and made soothing sounds as she studied the area he’d pointed out.

  “Uh, I don’t know. Hang on a minute.”

  Gage pulled out his cell phone and made a call to his office where the parents waited. Several minutes later, he hung up. “Yes, she’s been a Girl Scout for three years.”

  “Okay, I think we should follow this stream.” Summer traced a tiny blue line that ran not too far to the north of where they stood. It was also the exact opposite quadrant from where everywhere else was searching. “If she’s a scout, she hopefully learned a few things about hiking and what to do if she gets lost. Do you have anything with her scent on it?”

  Gage handed her a girl-sized pink T-shirt which she held out for both dogs to smell. Her men had explained on the drive that wolfhounds worked more by sight than by smell, but their doggie noses were still hundreds of times more sensitive than a human’s, so they would be able to pick up on any scent the girl had left behind.

  Bridget handed her a cell phone. “Depending on where you are, this might or might not help.”

  Summer automatically checked the charge on the phone’s battery before slipping it into her pocket. She then accepted a smaller version of the map on the table from Gage. “Call every half hour,” he ordered.

  “Do you want me to come with you?” Winter asked as he helped her into a daypack that her mates had told her held an emergency kit as well as a basic first-aid kit.

  “Garrett and Hawk said for you to wait here,” Bridget reminded her brother.

  “Sounds like you’ve got your orders, little brother. We’ll be okay. I’ve got these two hairballs watching my back.”

  She, Bridget, and Winter shared a chuckle when the two dogs made grumbling noises and butted her with their shoulders. With a wave, she turned and started toward the forest. Before they were halfway across the clearing, the dogs turned and began to pull her in an easterly direction. She tried to redirect them, but they refused to be turned.

  “Guys? Do you smell her?” Summer asked.

  The dogs looked back at her, nodded and pulled her even faster toward the eastern tree line. Once they were out of sight of the others, she unhooked their leashes. “Okay, boys, do your thing.”

  With that, one dog took off at a run and was out of sight in the undergrowth in seconds. She started after him and wondered if she should call him back. Instead, she followed him, not surprised when the one left behind began walking right in front of her as they headed deeper into the woods.

  She followed the brothers for nearly an hour. Walking was no problem, but the heat and humidity of the area was draining her. Fighting her way through brush and weeds while trying to ignore the need to fuck her mates.

  When the lead dog came back to switch off as they’d done every ten or fifteen minutes, she looked at the two dogs and knowing who was inside the furry exteriors made her pussy ache.

  “I need to take a break,” she said, walking a few feet to where a huge log lay on its side.

  Chap
ter 6

  Before she got comfortable, the dogs somehow released their harnesses before shifting forms. Moving to kneel on the ground on either side of her knees, they studied her closely. They seemed worried about her yet not at all concerned that they were in the woods and stark naked.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Dawson asked as he ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders.

  “No, I’m not okay. I’m horny and need to fuck my mates.” She leaned her head close between their ears and whispered.

  “Why are you whispering?” Cole asked with a smirk. “We’re the only ones for several miles in any direction.”

  Summer dropped her head to rest it against their shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess I feel guilty because we are supposed to be finding Havan, not dealing with my desire for sex.”

  A hand came up to lift her head until she could see both brothers’ faces. She read concern as well as amusement and growing arousal. In seconds, arousal pushed out all other emotions.

  “I think we can take a few minutes to rest and relax before we finish tracking Havan.” Cole reached for the waistband of her jeans. “She’s only about a mile away, and if she is where I think she is, she won’t be going anywhere before we get to her.”

  “What are you doing?” Summer blustered as Dawson pulled her T-shirt over her head then reached for the clasp of her bra.

  “We’re helping our mate relax so she can finish this rescue.” Dawson leaned in and licked at her lips before kissing her.

  “Mmmm, but it’s going to rain,” she pointed out weakly as the brothers pulled her to her feet and jerked her jeans down past her knees.

  “Yep. And it’s going to rain whether we take a ten minute break or not,” Cole said.

  He ran his hands over her bare skin, scattering her thoughts like leaves in the wind. Summer could not argue his logic when he bent his head and licked at one erect nipple. Except for thoughts of sexing it up with her mates, her brain had turned to mush.

  When he straightened, she pushed him to sit where she’d been on the log a moment before. He gasped at the feel of rough bark against his bare ass, but did not protest once she knelt before him.

  “What do you want, baby?” Dawson asked.

  “I want what I wanted when we were back at the hotel room. To suck Cole’s cock while you fuck me.”

  She grinned when both men groaned in reaction to her request. Their eyes closed when she reached out and wrapped a hand around each man’s cock.

  “I think we can accommodate you, baby,” Cole said, spreading his legs even wider.

  Summer moved closer until her lips were only an inch from the head of his cock. Resting her elbows on Cole’s thighs, she wrapped two fingers and the thumb of her right hand around the base. Extending her tongue, she used just the tip to trace across the slit before looking over her shoulder at Dawson. “You planning to join us or just stand there watching?”

  Without waiting for an answer, Summer turned back to the cock at hand and slowly slid her hand up its long length and back down again. A glance up at Cole’s face showed her the man’s mouth had opened as his eyelids dropped to half-mast in desire. The sexy look on her mate’s face made her pussy clench.

  It clenched again when the blunted head of Dawson’s cock brushed up and down between her legs from clit to cunt and back again. This time it was her growling when Dawson slowly pushed the length of his cock through the juices overfilling her. He did not stop until he filled her completely.

  Parting her lips she took Cole’s cock into her mouth and closed her lips around the glans, sucking gently, earning a gasp from the man. Taking a breath as Dawson pulled from her, she pushed her head forward until her lips met the side of her hand that was still wrapped around his base. She swallowed once before using her entire body to pull back, which then pushed her back onto Dawson’s cock.

  She moved back and forth between the brothers, starting with slow, easy movements, but they quickly grew faster and more intense as her need spiraled out of control until she was slamming back and forth from cock to cock.

  “Come for us, baby. Come now,” Dawson ordered.

  One of his hands reached around her hip and between her legs to press firmly against her clit. At the same time, Cole reached under and cupped her breasts before pinching her nipples hard. Then a slicked-up finger slid into her asshole.

  The four points of sensual pain shot her over the top. Cole’s cock muffled her cries of orgasm, but as the brothers followed her over the cliff into ecstasy their shouts echoed through the forest. Summer swallowed Cole’s seed with an appreciative moan as Dawson filled her pussy with his hot fluids. Then she held his cock in her mouth as it slowly deflated.

  Finally, she licked it one last time before releasing it and looking up at the man. “Yummy,” she said with a wink.

  “You’re yummy,” he said, grinning back. “And I can’t wait to get you back to Sanctuary to get my fill of your sweet cream.

  “Mmmm, sounds like fun,” Dawson said as he eased his cock from her and then cleaned up using supplies from the daypack.

  Once they caught their collective breaths, Summer dressed and her boys shifted and returned to their dog forms. She replaced the harnesses and then picked up her backpack. “Okay, let’s go get Havan.”

  * * * *

  Over the next half hour, they moved faster. Summer kept hoping that through the next bush or around the next bend in the nonexistent trail the dogs were leading her down they’d see someone. At this point she’d even settle for Red Riding Hood or one of the seven dwarfs.

  The growling, snarling, and snapping caught her attention first. Pushing her way between yet another pair of bushes, she gasped as she stepped into a small clearing and into chaos. A trio of smaller dogs circled her wolfhounds, obviously defending the rights to their bounty which sat out of reach, high on a huge boulder on the other side of the clearing.

  The little girl had her legs pulled to her chest and her arms wrapped around them as she watched wide-eyed as the one then another charged her mates. Each time the big dogs chased their opponents back. Thankfully, the wild dogs were so focused on fighting that they didn’t notice her.

  Summer stepped backward through the bushes again and slowly made her way around the clearing, trying to keep out of sight of the dogs that were growing more and more furious. When she had circled around so the boulder was between her and the fighting animals, she found an opening and stepped back into the clearing. Looking up, she couldn’t see the little girl they’d come to rescue.

  “Havan?” She called softly, not wanting to draw attention to herself. “Are you Havan Fellows?”

  “Are you here to take me back to my parents?” Havan looked over the edge of the boulder down at her.

  Summer was taken at the dainty features and long dark brown hair before meeting the little girl’s eyes. They, too, were dark brown, but a gold ring right around the irises glinted. Havan waited for her to respond.

  “Yes, honey, that’s exactly why we’re here,” Summer answered. “How did you get up there?”

  “I’m really good at climbing. When those bad dogs showed up, I found some grooves in the rock over there and climbed up here.” Havan pointed to her left. “Are the brown dogs yours? They’re really big.”

  Summer moved to where Havan had pointed and found what she’d been talking about. They were perfect for a little girl to use as a ladder, but too small for her hands and feet. “Yes, they’re all mine,” Summer said, a warm pride glowing in her heart.

  The sounds of the angry dogs increased. There were several yelps of injured dogs and a rustling of bushes before silence descended on the clearing. A moment later Cole and Dawson appeared, panting and looking like they could use a rest.

  “Havan, can you climb down now? The bad dogs are gone, and we need to get back before it gets dark,” Summer asked.

  “Okay,” the little girl said.

  As Havan climbed down the rock, Summer pulled collapsible water bowls out
of the dogs’ packs and splashed water into them from one of the bottles in her pack. Then she pulled out four power bars. After giving one to Havan, she broke the others up, and she and Havan fed the pieces to the dogs while they shared another bottle of water.

  “Are you ready to hike back?” Summer said as she and Havan cleaned up and repacked everything so they left no signs of their visit to the little clearing.

  “Yes. I bet Mom and Dad are really upset,” Havan said as she took Summer’s hand, and they followed the dogs out of the clearing and back the way they’d come.

  The return trip was slower, but Havan was a trooper and refused to ride one of the dogs, though she would have been no burden for them to carry. Summer tried using the cell phone several times before finally getting enough of a signal to call the staging area and let Gage know that they had found Havan and were on their way back.

  After turning Havan over to Gage, Summer praised her dogs and they easily climbed into the back of the Hummer. She climbed into the driver’s seat and drove away before any of the crowd that had gathered realized they’d ever been there.

  Several miles down the road she stopped the truck and looked in the backseat at the men who were struggling to pull on their clothes. “Are you two okay? No wild dog bites, scratches, or anything that needs stitches?”

  “No, baby, we’re fine,” Dawson assured her.

  Cole said, “You did beautifully. You kept Havan calm and moving and you didn’t freak out when you saw those wild dogs.”

  “Yeah, well, somebody had better come up here and take over driving because I’m not sure I’m going to be okay for very much longer,” she said, fighting unexplainable tears that were pushing for release.

  “Sure thing, baby. Why don’t you come back here with Cole and rest while I drive?” Dawson opened his door and climbed out.

  He was around the car and opening her door before she could unfasten her seat belt. When she slid to the ground, her knees refused to hold her weight and buckled. Dawson caught her and swung her up into his arms.