friends with their sister Daisy who gave equestrian lessons to children.
Summer pushed away from the door when she finally heard the faint footsteps belonging to Dalton walking in the opposite direction of her bedroom. She breathed a sigh of relief as she got dressed. She had to get out of the house now that she knew Dalton was there.
Dillon and Denver had obviously decided to pursue her. Things between the three of them were cut-and-dry. They wanted her and she wanted them. She had kissed and almost had sex outside while her sister sat a few yards away. Then she’d actually had sex with Denver and he had bathed her. No man had ever bathed her before. Even after the fiasco yesterday, Dillon had taken care of her needs. It was clear to her that Dalton would never make his intentions that simple.
Summer knew she had problems when she met Dalton six months ago when she was in Las Vegas with her sisters. The moment she met him she wanted to have sex with him. She wanted to commit acts with him that you shouldn’t discuss in public. She wanted an all-night screaming fuck-fest with Dalton. His long, wavy dark brown hair had been highlighted by the sun, but she could not ignore the titillating gaze of his cobalt blue eyes. They burned her skin every time he looked at her. It was a slow burn every time he gazed at her. It started at her pussy and fanned out all over her body. And at that moment six months ago Summer treated Dalton like any crazed horny woman in denial would.
Summer treated Dalton just like a junior high crush. She turned to mush on the inside and treated him just like crap on the outside. She ignored Dalton. Kept her distance. She was utterly attracted to him but she couldn’t miss the obvious contradiction he represented. Dalton was tall, sexy, bold, outspoken, and held a woman’s attention. He screamed ultimate sexual pleasure. But his eyes. They were windows to his soul and Summer could clearly see the loneliness that peeked across the edges. Summer was not sure what had happened to him but something or someone had definitely hurt him.
There was a nagging reminder in the back of her head that told her that jumping Dalton’s bones would be a devastating mistake; for her and for him. She knew she was not the person to try and help cure him of his loneliness and hurt. She had her own deficiencies to work on. None of that brought her attraction to him to a standstill. It just made her work harder at keeping her body parts to herself.
Tugging on jeans and a T-shirt, Summer decided she would go in search of Daisy and see if she wanted to have lunch together. Anything but sit in the house and be tortured by the sight of Dalton.
Chapter 12
It took people with a phenomenal vision to divide up the Durden land as they had. In Whispering Mountains, they owned over one thousand acres of land and Summer was staying on the property known as Constance’s Creek. It was named after Dalton’s mother. Summer could only imagine the love that all three of Dalton’s fathers felt for his mother. The men had named a body of water after a woman they loved and shared. She would do anything to have a love like that. So far Summer had not ventured off to the creek, but she was headed to the stables to look for Daisy.
The walk from the house to the stables wasn’t too far. A walkway had been paved which made a scenic pathway through the sparse amount of trees that gave the house the necessary privacy.
Apparently it was customary for offspring of the Durdens to build homes on the property if they wanted to. She loved the closeness they shared. Her parents had died a few years ago and it was just her and her three sisters. Being around a huge family was a comfort she welcomed.
Summer tried to sort out of the comments Dalton had made to her in the hallway earlier as she walked the pathway to the stables. Not once in the three days she had been staying with them had she ever flashed her tits. And she wore panties…most of the