The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 3

by Heather Rainier

  He gasped when her hand closed over his shaft and she began stroking him again. She caressed and petted his balls as she licked Ace’s, and judging by the strangled sounds he was making, she was very talented with her little pink tongue.

  “Oh, baby, that’s so good!” Ace panted and cried out when she drew closer and suckled on his sac. She had yet to take either of their cocks in her mouth, and Ace already sounded close. Tingles went up Kemp’s spine at the thought of how it would feel when she did that to him. His cock bobbed in anticipation.

  Reading his mind, she gave a parting lick to Ace’s balls and switched back to Kemp. She applied her tongue in soft, teasing licks to the underside of the head again, and Kemp felt himself catapulting back to the edge once more. He groaned and whispered, “Yes, darlin’,” as she wrapped her hand around his cock at the base and lifted his aching, heavy shaft to her lips. It was all he could do not to come right then and there.

  Kemp released her breast and slid his fingers through her hair, gently cradling her head. He shivered as her pink tongue slid in a silken path up his generous length and then moaned as she licked her lips and suctioned the head of his cock into her mouth. She teased him with her tongue as she tightened her lips and took several inches of him on the first pass. Her mouth was hot and soft as she engulfed him, and he bit his lip as she sucked him on the way back up.

  Summer pressed her pussy to his leg and shuddered lightly as she rubbed against him.

  “Does it feel good to rub against Kemp, kitten?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned in assent before taking more of him on the second stroke. Her lips tugged on him, and the suction increased slightly.

  She went back and forth, torturing the two of them like that for a few minutes until they were both ready to blow.

  While she tended to Kemp, Ace stroked her back and said, “I wish my face was buried in that sweet pussy of yours, Summer. I still haven’t had a taste of it and I’m dying for it.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she replied softly in agreement.

  Fiery tingles of pleasure shot down Kemp’s spine, and his balls tightened up in warning. “Darlin’, I’m about to come. Let go if you’re not swallowing because I can’t stop this time. You do that so good.”

  Her cheeks grew rosy from her exertions, and she hummed softly then sucked a little harder. Kemp panted desperately, trying to determine if she wanted to continue or if she was going to let go and allow him to finish for himself. She glanced up at him, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes twinkled, letting him know she wanted his cum.

  That thought sent him over, and he threw back his head, hollering loudly as his cum spurted in hot waves into her mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  She swallowed, and the tightening sensation made him cry out again. She sucked with each thrust until he collapsed, fighting for every rasping breath. Finally, after lovingly licking him, she released him and sat up, bracing herself on his trembling thighs.

  “Damn,” Ace uttered. “I’m about to explode just from watching the two of you. Was that good, Kemp?”

  Summer smiled, her lips a darker pink, as she bent to kiss a trail up Kemp’s abdomen, sending flurries of tingles in the wake of her lips.

  “Amazing,” Kemp whispered when he was able to speak. She rubbed her cheek against his sternum and planted a kiss there before looking up at him and smiling.

  “Good?” she asked.

  “Much better than that, darlin’. Heavenly.”

  His heart lurched at the emotion in her eyes, and he wondered if she felt for him even half of what he was feeling for her. He hoped so because soon he’d be a goner. She held his heart in her little hand.

  Kemp kissed her warm, pliant lips and squeezed her tightly to him. “Thank you, darlin’.”

  She hummed softly and squeezed him back. Then he released her, knowing that Ace was waiting patiently for her attention, too.

  She smiled almost shyly at Ace and said, “Want me?”

  Ace smiled and reached out to her. “So much, kitten. You okay?” Summer nodded and allowed him to straddle her over his cock so that her satin-covered mound pressed against him. Ace growled and said, “Damn, you feel so hot.” He held on to her curvy derriere and rubbed his cock up and down her pussy, drawing a needy-sounding moan from her. “Feel good, baby? I can tell how wet you are, even through your pj’s.”

  “You both make me that way. I stay aroused just thinking about you,” she whispered as she loosed his grasp at her hips and gracefully stretched and moved down to pay attention to Ace’s cock. “You were both so good to me last weekend, and all I’ve been able to think about is how much I want to do the same for you. I think your cocks are magnificent.”

  Kemp sighed in contentment, disbelieving that his cock tingled with fresh arousal as he watched her prowl down Ace’s body. Ace sighed in pleasure as she licked and sucked at the head of his cock before she took him in her mouth. Kemp’s dick throbbed at the sight, and he stroked it, unable to recall being so easily aroused right after climax in years. At forty-five he had staying power but was usually only good for one round a night, maybe two if he had time to rest. Summer threw all those suppositions out of his mind as his cock swelled, demanding attention again.

  Summer looked over at him, and he ceased stroking, thinking that might bother her. “Don’t stop, Kemp. I like watching you touch yourself.” He tugged again, pleasure curling inside him as she whispered encouraging words. “Yes, like that. Show me what you like.”

  He squeezed his shaft at the base and stroked upward as she took Ace’s cock to the back of her throat, making him groan as though he were in agony. Kemp wondered if Summer had any clue what a seductress she was.

  “It won’t take long, kitten. Ride my leg if you want. I want you to come too,” Ace whispered in a shaky voice. “You’re unbelievable.”

  Ace’s hips flexed, and Summer settled above his leg and brushed her pussy repeatedly against his thigh as Kemp stroked himself. The pressure built in Kemp’s groin to a blistering intensity, and he was vaguely aware of Ace crying out as another orgasm ripped through Kemp’s body and his cum shot across his abdomen in hot streams. His pleasure was multiplied as he heard Summer’s unmistakable breathy moans as she came undone, too.

  The room was quiet except for the sounds of their panting as they all caught their breath. Kemp grabbed several tissues from the box on the bedside table and cleaned himself up. He watched as Summer looked up at Ace, the tenderness unmistakable in her eyes, and kissed him at the juncture of his thigh and hip bone. Ace’s eyelids were closed, and his head flung back so he missed her gaze, but his hands were gentle as he stroked her hair and her cheeks. She looked at Kemp and smiled serenely as he reached for her.

  “You must be worn out, darlin’,” he murmured as she snuggled into the spot between them. She practically purred as they both turned to her at the same time and wrapped themselves around her. Kemp kissed the spot beneath her ear and said, “I hope you don’t regret rubbing against us like that in the morning. I don’t want you to be in any pain.”

  “I tingle a bit now, but it’s hard to tell if that’s from my orgasm or if it’s from the poison oak. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Making love to you wouldn’t have been a good idea, especially now that I know how big you are. That little bit of rubbing probably didn’t do much harm. I can’t wait until I’m completely healed.” The sincerity in her tone told him she was offering more than platitudes.

  “Me either, kitten,” Ace mumbled as he smooched the same spot on the other side of her throat. “We’re going to take very good care of you. You were something else.”

  She snuggled between them, making kittenish, happy sighing sounds as she got settled.

  Kemp lay there listening as their breathing slowed, and a peaceful languor took over his body. The bed might’ve been more crowded than his at his house, but the woman snuggled next to him made it feel like home.

  He became alert as the quiet was broken by the sou
nd of his phone ringing. He reached for it and touched the “talk” icon, knowing that Ace was instantly wide awake as well. Summer shifted in her slumber but didn’t fully waken, and he caressed her hip as he answered.

  “Kemp Whittier.”

  “Hate to disturb you, Kemp.”

  “Duke? What’s up?”

  “Can you get over to Miss Heston’s place?”

  “Summer’s house?” Summer roused when she heard her name mentioned.

  “Yes, Jake is already at the other Miss Heston’s house. Everything is fine over there.”

  Kemp climbed from the bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom where he’d left his clothing. “What happened?”

  “It’s under control now. You’ll see when you get here. Her house has been broken in to and vandalized.”

  Kemp cursed under his breath, wishing he’d pressed the issue about putting in a system at Summer’s rental house. She’d questioned the necessity since she’d be moving out in a matter of weeks. They’d given in on the point, knowing they’d be checking in and watching over her anyway.

  “I followed the guy home who was recording y’all at the club. Once he got settled for the night I went to grab a bite to eat before heading over to check on her house. I take it she’s with you.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Whoever did this trashed her house and used spray paint on her walls.”

  “Damn. We’ll be right over.”

  Chapter Ten

  Summer looked around her living room in shock. Her pristine little home was a shambles. Her cheeks reddened as she read what had been spray-painted on her white walls.

  “Whore.”

  “Slut.”

  “Fucking cunt.”

  Whoever had done this had left her front door hanging wide open with the word “Cocksucker” painted on it.

  “Why?” Her belongings were strewn everywhere, and she felt violated. She looked in the bathroom and saw her costly toiletries and cosmetics thrown and shattered in the porcelain bathtub. The waste made her want to cry.

  Walking back to her bedroom, she headed straight for the closet. It was a small consolation that the safe was undamaged. Her sex toy collection, locked inside a file safe, was also untouched. Every item of clothing she owned was tossed about on the floor. Nothing appeared to have been stolen in the random chaos.

  Tears overflowed her eyes when she picked up the frame that held a picture of her with her grandmother when she was a little girl.

  “Grammy.”

  It had been broken, lying face down on the floor, evidently stepped on. The picture inside was salvageable, but the ceramic frame had been a gift from her now-deceased grandmother. It was too much.

  She broke down, and strong arms closed around her as she sobbed. Judging by his spicy scent, it was Ace who comforted her. He held her and rocked her gently as she let the emotions out.

  In a comforting tone, he whispered, “At least you weren’t home, kitten. This could’ve turned out much worse. I’m so glad you came to the shop with us.”

  Summer shuddered at the thought. Kemp came in and stood beside them. “The police should be here any minute. Duke just called it in. You okay, Summer?”

  With a teary sniffle, Summer shrugged and nodded, unsure how she felt. Kemp reached for her, and she went into the haven of his arms. A few minutes later the police arrived. In addition, David Northup also showed up. She thought it was kind of him to come when it wasn’t absolutely necessary because the police officers had already taken her statement. She also hoped his arrival didn’t create more tension between the men. David was nice, but she wasn’t interested in him.

  Ace and Kemp kept it friendly, which was a relief, and after the officers were finished with her, she set about picking her clothing up off of the bedroom floor.

  That was where Kemp found her a few minutes later after he and Ace were finished conferring with the authorities. Kemp began lifting her clothing from the floor, shaking each item out before neatly laying it on the bed.

  Ace joined them in the task and said, “Kitten? Why don’t we save this work for tomorrow? Come back with us to the shop.”

  “I’m sorry, Ace. I can’t. I’ll never be able to rest knowing this is waiting for me here. I need to get it picked up now. My privacy has been violated and I can’t leave it like this.”

  Nodding his understanding as he caressed her shoulder, Ace replied, “We understand. Do you by chance have any interior paint left over?”

  Their willingness to help in such a concrete way touched her heart. “Yes, I saved a can from when I painted this past spring. It’s in the garage.”

  “Good. You do your thing and we’ll take care of the spray paint. After we’re done we’ll help with the rest. I think Duke is tidying up your kitchen, sweeping up the broken glass and whatnot.”

  She had yet to meet the mysterious Duke, and he was helping to pick up the pieces. The intruder had cleared out an entire cabinet of glassware and dishes onto the tile floor. She rubbed the heels of her hands on her forehead.

  Sounding concerned, Ace stroked her knotted shoulders. “How are you doing?”

  “I’ll feel much better after this is set to rights,” she replied, indicating the mess with a wave of her hand.

  Ace stroked her cheek and said, “Would you consider staying with us from now until you’re ready to move?” She looked up at him in surprise, and he continued, “This could happen again, and it pains me to think of what might’ve occurred if you’d been here when this person broke in.”

  It scared her to think of it, too. “Let me think about it?”

  “Sure, kitten. We’ll take care of painting over the graffiti. Just think it over. We’d feel much better knowing you’re safe with us, rather than home alone.”

  She knew what Margot would say. Her sister would tell her she was being naïve by trusting them so soon. Margot had told her in the past that some of the relationship difficulties she’d had were because she trusted too easily. Margot might be right, but Summer preferred supposed naïveté to cynicism.

  As if on cue, Summer heard Margot’s voice. “Will you get the hell away from me! Where is my sister? Summer!”

  Summer was curious over the cause of Margot’s irritation and called out, “Back here, sis.”

  “What the hell happened in here?” Margot asked in shock as she made her way to the back of the house. She was stepping over a pile of lingerie in the hallway and lost her balance when her high heel caught on a G-string as she stood on it with the other foot. A man Summer had never seen before caught her as she started to topple backward. Summer’s embarrassment was complete when her poor G-string shot across the room and Ace caught it with a grin then stuck it in his pocket.

  “I said to stay the hell away from me!” Margot growled at the unknown man as he steadied her and then put up his hands in a gesture of surrender.

  In a deep, growly voice he said, “Fine, next time bust your grouchy ass on the floor. No sweat off of my back.”

  His words were harsh, but his tone was slightly amused, and Summer squinted at him, wondering who he was. He was wearing blue jeans, a white button-down shirt, and beat-up cowboy boots. Margot glared at him and then blushed as he smiled nonchalantly at her and leaned against the door frame. His black hair was in need of a trim, and he had a day-old beard gracing his devilishly handsome face.

  Ace smiled and went over to the man to shake his hand. “Hey, Jake. I see you made it. Already on the job?”

  The darkly attractive man replied, “Yup. Looks like I’m just in time for all the excitement, too.”

  Ace nodded and said, “I’ll say. Summer, this is Jake Redman. He’s a friend of ours from San Angelo. He’ll be helping us for a while.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Jake,” Summer said as she cast a glance at Margot. It wasn’t like her to be inhospitable to someone new in the area, but she now stood to the side, her arms crossed, looking out of sorts.

  Ace said mildly, “I see
you and Margot have become acquainted.”

  Margot scoffed and muttered, “Yeah. You could say that.”

  Margot’s tone promised there was a story there, which Summer planned to get out of her as soon as possible. Margot was normally very levelheaded, but she obviously had her panties in a twist about her new bodyguard. The men excused themselves and set about hunting down the supplies and leftover paint she kept in the garage.

  Margot and Summer began sorting through and hanging all the clothing back in the closet and putting her other things back in their drawers. Her sister was unusually quiet.

  To distract herself from the task at hand, Summer gave in to her curiosity. “Spill it, sis.”

  “Did Ace and Kemp tell you that they are tailing us?” Margot asked in a clipped tone.

  Summer decided to ignore her sister’s pissy attitude in favor of getting to the bottom of how she’d come to be in her present mood. “He told me tonight, but I knew they would be watching out for us off and on. Why?”

  “Well, I didn’t know they were going to dedicate someone to following me around, snooping on me.”

  “Uh-oh. What happened?”

  “I couldn’t sleep tonight. I was worried about the shop and thinking about you with two guys, and I couldn’t get my mind to stop churning.” Her sister continued rattling on about everything else that was keeping her awake. At times Margot seemed to think that the world would stop turning if she wasn’t there to worry about it and sometimes took on more of a burden than she needed to at the store and in her personal life.

  “What does your crazy life have to do with Jake Redman?” Summer asked, trying to get her back on track.

  “He’s a Peeping Tom!”

  Summer had to stifle her shocked laughter. “A what? Come on!”

  Margot lowered her voice and said, “Well, what would you call it if someone was peeking in on you while you took a bath? Hmm?”

  “Oh, boy. So what happened?”