Training Summer [Passion Peak, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “This way,” said Wes, leading her toward Dalton’s front door. The last time she’d been here was Tuesday, when she and Wes had confronted Dalton about what Gran had told them. Summer was glad they’d all now have a chance to make newer, pleasanter memories in this house.

  “Once we get inside, Summer, you may use the bathroom if you need to, and then come to Dalton’s bedroom and get on your knees. We’ll give you further instructions at that point. Nod if you understand, and if you remember where his bedroom is.”

  She nodded, smiling as another shiver of anticipation ran up and down her spine. When Dalton had given her a tour of his home on Tuesday after dinner, she had sat on his bed and remarked on how comfortable the mattress was. She couldn’t wait to finally give it a test run tonight.

  Once she used the bathroom, she padded down the hall and walked into Dalton’s bedroom. She dropped to her knees, and glanced around quickly at the candles he’d lit. Soft jazz music played, and both men stood next to the bed.

  She gazed into their eyes, hoping it was all right that she’d done so. She suddenly couldn’t remember if they’d ever told her to keep her gaze on the floor. Both men smiled at her, and she let out the breath she’d been holding.

  “Summer,” said Dalton, “we’re so proud of you tonight. I have to admit that when Wes and I came up with this idea of not letting you speak, while I agreed with him it would be perfect for helping you get into the moment, I didn’t think you’d be able to do it. But I’ve been proven wrong.”

  “By the way,” said Wes, “you may speak from this point on, Summer.”

  “Oh, thank you, Sir.”

  “Did it help?” asked Dalton.

  “Yes, Sir. It did, but may I tell you what helped even more?”

  “Please.”

  “When you both whispered in my ear and told me how well I was doing. When you praised me and encouraged me.” Summer took a deep breath as the emotion bubbled up once again. “It meant so much to me to know that I was doing well. That I was doing what you wanted, and that you were happy with it.”

  The look of tenderness on both their faces nearly brought tears to her eyes again. Dalton held out his hand. “Stand up and come over here, Summer.”

  She did, and then he put his hands on her shoulders and pinned her legs with both of his. He stared into her eyes for a moment. “I am so glad I filled in for Ian last week. Thank you for the trust you’ve shown me.”

  “You’re welcome, Sir.”

  “And I’m grateful you came with me to the club last Friday,” said Wes. “It feels much longer to me, Summer. It feels like we’ve been together for months.”

  “It does to me, too, Wes. I mean Sir.” Summer inhaled deeply. It would be so easy to just say it to both of them right now. But what if it backfired? It was too soon. What if they thought she was just saying it to say it? How much time did it take to fall in love? Were her feelings real, or merely the result of a whirlwind, emotional week unlike any other she’d ever had?

  Wes brushed a finger along her arm. “So what shall we do with our sexy little sub now?”

  Dalton grinned. “What indeed? Although I do believe we promised to fuck her in every hole, did we not?”

  “Oh yeah,” said Wes, sliding his hand across her lower back then her ass cheeks. “We did at that.”

  Summer hoped they weren’t just teasing her. She’d give them both anything they wanted, in or on any part of her body they wanted. She’d give them her soul tonight if that’s what they asked for.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Summer closed her eyes as Dalton kissed her, moving his tongue and lips over hers in slow, sweet torture. She loved kissing him. Both of them knew how to use their mouths. As Dalton kept her mouth captive, Wes removed her corset once again, her panties, and this time also pulled off her boots.

  She heard rustling noises, and when he pressed his body up against hers from behind, she moaned deep in the back of her throat. He was naked, and his dick rubbed against her ass, slick and huge.

  Wes wrapped his arms around Summer from behind and cupped her breasts as Dalton continued kissing her. He teased her nipples, and Summer writhed against his touch, silently begging for release. Dalton slipped one hand between her legs and gently massaged her pussy until Summer was whimpering into his open mouth and grinding against his hand.

  She was going to come, and it occurred to the only two synapses in her brain that were still firing that they hadn’t yet given her permission to do that. She broke the kiss apart and looked into Dalton’s eyes. “Sir…may I come? Please?”

  Dalton’s smile lit up the room. “Oh yes. You may indeed.”

  He nuzzled her neck, raking his teeth across her skin as he continued to rub her pussy, harder now. His thumb flicked her clit with each pass, as behind her Wes continued to play with her nipples. When Summer’s orgasm exploded, she cried out and let loose a string of incomprehensible words. Dalton didn’t let up even when the contraction began to subside, and all she could do was lean into Wes behind her and hang onto Dalton’s shoulders in front, to keep from collapsing to the floor.

  “I think she earned that,” said Wes, his voice thick and gruff.

  “She did. But I hope it’s not the only one she has tonight, because I do love to watch her come.”

  “You two are going to kill me with lust.”

  “I can’t think of a better way to go,” said Dalton.

  “Me either.” Wes turned Summer around, and Dalton moved away so that he could back her up against the bed. He gently pushed her down so that she was lying supine, and then he reached for the condom that Dalton had magically produced from thin air, apparently. Summer giggled.

  “What’s so funny?” asked Wes in a tone that conveyed mock hurt.

  “You two just poof them right out of nowhere. Every time.”

  “We’re just that fast. You don’t see it.” Dalton was naked and putting on a condom in a matter of seconds, at least to Summer’s mind, that is.

  Wes slipped his condom on, and then he lay on top of Summer, stopping her giggling fit with a hot kiss. She moaned in the back of her throat, wrapping her arms and legs around him to pull him close. He slid his dick into her pussy, and Summer lifted her hips toward him. Each thrust rubbed her sensitive spot inside, prolonging the climax that Dalton had started. This was what she’d waited for. Not being able to speak until they’d brought her here to Dalton’s house had been worth it.

  Wes pulled out and Dalton took his place, smiling down into her eyes as he climbed on top and slipped his cock into her swollen, wet pussy. “Summer…Summer…Summer…I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Nor I you, Sir.”

  He fucked her slowly, forcing more moans from her throat. Her arms and legs ached as she clung to him, wishing she never had to leave this bed or this house. When he withdrew, it was only to gently turn her onto her stomach, and then Wes moved behind and slid inside her pussy from behind.

  “Oh, Sir, I love that.”

  Dalton caressed her upper back. “Is this your favorite way to fuck, Summer?”

  “Yes, Sir. I don’t know, Sir.” She began to giggle again as Wes fucked her faster now. So many emotions bubbled up that she had trouble processing any of them, so she simply stopped trying. She just let go and enjoyed it as another orgasm began to build.

  Wes came inside her, crying out loudly, and his obvious pleasure enhanced Summer’s. When Dalton took his place, fucking her deeply and roughly, she grabbed fistfuls of the comforters and rode the wave of crazy contractions when the climax crashed over her. It didn’t take Dalton long to come either, and then he was holding her in his arms, stroking her hair and sore ass cheeks.

  Summer drifted off to sleep, and when she woke, both men were lying on the bed with her. She couldn’t tell if they were sleeping. The clock on Dalton’s nightstand said 11:02 p.m., so they hadn’t been in the room for very long. She got up to use the bathroom and then found bottled water in a mini fridge under the
wet bar in a sitting room off to the left, and drank two bottles.

  When she peeked back into the bedroom, she watched Wes and Dalton for a few moments and realized they both were asleep. Summer returned to the sitting room and walked out onto the balcony. There were a few insects singing tonight, but not as many as she normally heard on warm nights. The scent of flowers wasn’t as strong either as it was in July or August.

  The night air was cool. It wouldn’t be too long before there was snow on the mountain peaks continuously until spring. Summer recalled the predictions from the Sleepy Cat folks based on the early spring they’d had this year. The town was supposed to have bad things happen because of it. She frowned, thinking of all the trouble currently going on with Trace Coleman. Maybe there was more to the Legend of Sleepy Cat Peak than she’d ever really believed?

  She couldn’t make out anything on the twin peaks because it was dark, but she could see the stars twinkling overhead. When Summer was little, before her mother died, she used to wish on the first star she saw each evening. Most of her nightly wishes consisted of a toy or doll she really wanted, and then as she got older those wishes were replaced with longing for things like more money so Gran wasn’t always worrying over bills. Gran always tried not to let Summer see that she worried, but she couldn’t hide everything from her.

  After Gran fell, Summer stopped wishing on stars. It was a silly, childish thing to do, and obviously didn’t work. She hugged herself, briefly considered going back inside to find a robe or a shirt belonging to Dalton to put on, but then took a seat on one of the wicker chairs and gazed at the stars again. Maybe just one more wish, since it really couldn’t do any harm.

  “Okay. This is your last chance,” she whispered. Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I want Dalton and Wes to fall in love with me. I know it’s crazy, but that’s what I want. Thank you.

  Summer smiled and shook her head. It was time to get back inside. When she returned to Dalton’s bedroom, he was coming out of the bathroom and Wes was still asleep.

  “There you are,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “I thought you left me.”

  “Never, Sir.” She gazed into his eyes, wishing she had the courage to tell him that she loved him and hoping he’d somehow know that by the tone of her voice, the words she’d just said, and the look on her face. Maybe he and Wes would guess, or figure it out, and they would simply ask her one day and then she could say it? Maybe she wouldn’t have to be the one to utter the words first, and risk rejection from one or both men?

  “I hope not,” he said quietly. “And I mean that, Summer.”

  She held her breath even though her pulse raced. Oh, how she wanted those words to mean that her wish had come true. “I’m not going anywhere, Dalton.”

  He embraced her and held her close as her body stirred again. It was impossible to be in his arms, naked, without wanting him inside her. Both of them did that to her. They were every fantasy she’d ever had, rolled into two gorgeous, sexy, charming men who had already taken her to places she’d never been before, both physically and emotionally. Nothing in her life would ever be the same again. She only hoped they’d both be in her life from this point on.

  Dalton kissed her neck. “Come on back to bed, Summer. Let’s wake up Wes. Or, we could just fuck next to him and see how soundly of a sleeper he actually is.”

  She smiled and looked into his eyes. “I like that idea, Sir. Care to take bets on how long we can go before we wakes up?”

  Dalton chuckled. “Are you kidding? With the amount of noise you make? He’ll be awake in two minutes, tops.”

  Summer stroked his cock, and shivered at the way he moaned softly as his gaze softened. “Is that so? Well, I say we can go at least ten before he even begins to stir.”

  “You’re on. What do I get when I win?”

  Summer cupped his balls and Dalton groaned softly. “You get me on my knees, sucking your cock, outside on that balcony, under the stars.”

  “I love that idea.”

  “What do I get when I win?”

  “You won’t.”

  She laughed and began to gently rub his balls. “Let’s pretend I might. What do I get?”

  “You get whatever you want.”

  Oh, how she wished he meant it. “You’re on, Sir. Let’s go.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  “I’m so glad it didn’t rain today as well.” Summer glanced at Felicity, standing next to her on Juniper Street as they waited for the rescheduled Labor Day parade to start. They could already hear the Passion Peak Cougars Marching Band, so it wouldn’t be long now.

  “I am, too,” said Summer, giving Wes’s hand a squeeze. He was on her left, and Dalton was next to him, talking to Van and Rowena. The three were deep in conversation, and Summer tried not to listen, but she’d caught the words “Trace” and “mine shaft.” She mentally shook it away. When there was something to tell her, Dalton would do so. She wasn’t going to let talk about fake ghost hunters or buried treasure ruin this day.

  Van and Rowena walked across the street to join Nash, Ian, and Angela. Summer waved to them, as did Wes and Dalton, and then Wes leaned across Summer to talk to Felicity and Maverick Orantes, who was with Felicity. “I hope you two had a nice time at the party Monday.”

  “I did,” said Felicity. “Thanks again for inviting me. Your ranch is beautiful. I’ve never been on it before.”

  “My pleasure. Any friend of Summer’s is always welcome there. Maverick, you did a great job as DJ.”

  “It was fun. I’d do it again.”

  “Then we’ll have to have another party soon.” Wes had to shout the last sentence because the band was close now. He turned his attention back to the parade, and as the band started to march past, Dalton squeezed in between Summer and Felicity and placed an arm across Summer’s shoulder. She glanced up at him and smiled, and he gave her a quick wink.

  After the band, the cheesy floats began to slowly file past, and Summer let her thoughts drift back to the night before. She’d won the bet with Dalton. It had taken Wes almost fifteen minutes to wake up, and by that time Dalton had Summer so hot and ready from teasing her with his tongue and fingers that he barely had time to pull on a condom before she’d crawled on top to fuck him.

  Wes had watched them with a big grin on his face, and then Summer had crawled off Dalton, slipped a condom on Wes’s engorged dick, and done the same thing to him. The men had taken turns with her again, and by the time they’d all drifted off to sleep once more, there wasn’t a spot on Summer’s body that hadn’t ached. But it was a sweet ache that was still there this morning, and she loved it.

  Every twinge or move that reminded her of their play session and their lovemaking sent a fresh thrill coursing through her. This morning, as Dalton drove her home to check on Yosemite Sam and let her shower and change her clothes, he’d reminded her that she’d won the bet and could have anything she wanted. She’d looked him right in the eyes and told him that all she wanted was him and Wes.

  She’d scurried into the shower quickly after that because she hadn’t wanted to watch his reaction in case it wasn’t what she’d hoped to see. But now, standing in the bright crisp day with both men, watching a parade that she’d watched every year and which hardly ever changed, she felt at peace, and was certain that somehow everything was going to turn out all right for the three of them. What could possibly ruin this perfect, beautiful day?

  Summer was so busy joking with Wes about the way Miss Passion Peak was perched on top of the fake mountain that they’d built on the float that she almost missed Angela, Nash and Ian sprinting toward Carma, Mateo and Blaine, next to Taylor Drugstore across the street.

  “If that was a volcano,” said Wes, “I’ll bet she wouldn’t be sitting on top of the peak like that.” He laughed loudly and Summer gave the float another quick glance. Wes was right. Her ass was centered right over the fake mountain peak. Summer had
just enough time to smile at the image of the mountaintop blowing open with smoke and ash before she caught Angela running into the alley next to the store, with the others right behind her.

  “What happened to Angela?”

  “Huh?” Wes looked around.

  “She just ran into the alley behind Taylor Drugstore with Nash, Ian, Carma, Mateo, and Blaine.”

  “No clue. Do you want to text her and find out?”

  “I think I will.” Summer sent Angela a text then stopped watching her phone for a return text as the Rodeo Dancers filed by. She’d always loved them, and used to wish she could be part of them when she was younger.

  “They have new costumes this year,” said Dalton. He was right. They did. Their hats this year still looked like the kind you’d see as part of a kid’s Halloween costume for a cowgirl, complete with the braided chin strap to hold it in place, but this year the hats were red instead of straw-colored. They still featured the Sleepy Cat logo on the side.

  They wore short red and tan skirts, and when they kicked or twirled it was obvious they had shorts on underneath, also red. Their shirts were leather-colored with fringes, and very formfitting. Summer guessed the youngest member of the drill team was around six or seven, and she knew that once they turned nineteen, they were no longer eligible. It was a big deal in Passion Peak to be part of them, as they performed all over Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, and Montana.

  “Were you ever part of them?” asked Dalton. “You’d look sexy in an outfit like that.

  “Thanks, Dalton. No, I was never part of them. I always wanted to be.”

  He gave her a long thoughtful look before turning his attention back to the parade, and if it hadn’t been for the tiny squeeze he also gave her shoulder, she might have thought he was tired of listening to her talk about all the things she’d missed a kid. But then she told herself she was just being silly. Everything was fine.

  After the parade, she spent some time with Wes and Dalton walking past the craft booths that had been set up. She never did hear back from Angela, and finally asked Dalton if he thought everything was okay.