Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

“That’s the way, babe,” he whispered and hissed as he lifted her and brought her down onto his shaft again. Harder this time, making the breath suck right out of her lungs. Gosh, this felt so good.

She forced herself to keep her eyes open and study his reaction. His brown eyes were glazed with arousal, and his smiling mouth twitched as he lifted her and brought her down on him again and again. As pleasure sparkled through her, she surveyed the dark, sexy stubble on his face, the thick column of his neck, his heavily muscled chest and arms. And his scent. Oh, wow, she really did like his scent. So alive and potent, it had her inhaling it deeply into her lungs, and she felt her skin get nice and warm and her heart felt happy.

She noticed his smile had faded away and he was
really
looking at her, too, and
really
liking what he saw. Oh, man, she was reading way too much into this again. Bad girl. Then the tips of his mouth twitched again as if he wanted to smile but he was holding himself back. That small movement ripped her out of her daydream state. Yep, better get back to reality or the guy was going to think she was some sort of nitwit.

As he brought her down again, his erection plunged deeper inside of her. She gyrated against his pelvis and he groaned. Her body tightened as carnal sensations grabbed and took hold. She could feel him tensing, knew he was going to come right along with her.

Mindless pleasure zapped out of nowhere, slamming into her. She bucked and gyrated as the pleasure raced through her like bolts of lightning. Oh, if this wasn’t heaven, then she didn’t know what it was.

He moaned raggedly, and the erotic sound just about drove her crazy. She rode him as hard as she could, gyrating her hips against him while he held tight to her breasts. Soon they were both sailing into the abyss of scorching passion, and Teyla knew she’d never experienced anything so beautiful in her life.

Chapter Six

Logan found himself smiling as he listened to Teyla’s soft breathing against his ear. They’d fallen asleep last night after that wild orgasm. Her on top of him, him still impaled inside of her. Just feeling her warm pussy clenched around his cock as she slept had him hardening quickly.

Man, he’d never been so damned horny with a woman before. Usually, after a couple of fast fucks, he’d lose interest in the chick, but not with this one. He resisted the urge to reach up and stroke her hair. Resisted the urge to roll her over and start fucking her again. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy how sweet it felt having her curves pressed up against him.

Yeah, real sweet. He could get used to this. Real used to this.

“A penny for your thoughts,” a familiar male voice suddenly whispered from somewhere nearby and to his right.

Hell! If he hadn’t immediately recognized the voice of one his partners, Spencer Greer, he’d be very caught right now, wouldn’t he?

Shit! How come he hadn’t heard anything? Man, he was really living on the edge with this woman, wasn’t he?

“You can open your eyes, we know you’re awake,” his other partner, Cassidy Cane, murmured softly, obviously not wanting to wake up Teyla.

Logan opened his eyes and found the two men grinning down at him, very amused at having found him in this compromising position.

“She certainly does look good on you.” Cassidy chuckled.

“And he means that quite literally,” Spencer whispered.

“Great sense of humor, boys. Now get lost, I want some privacy.”

“Privacy? Since when? You’ve never been bashful about being naked in front of us before.”

There hadn’t been quite this kind of woman before, he thought to himself.

He detected a shift in her breathing, realized she was slowly coming out of sleep mode. The last thing he wanted was for her to meet the guys while they were leering down at her.

“Fuck off, gentlemen, the lady is waking up, and I don’t want your ugly mugs to scare her off. You’ll meet her in a bit.”

“Your wish is our command, oh, master.” Cane’s grin widened, and he did a low, sweeping bow before Spencer’s nudge urged him out of the bedroom.

Just in time, too, because Teyla’s pretty, dark brown eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, and damned if his heart didn’t do one hell of a neat flip. Oh, man, he was falling way too hard for this chick. He needed to freeze his heart. Keep this emotionless. It was after all, just a business transaction between them.

“I think I heard someone,” she whispered, her entire body tensing.

“Yeah, well that would be the boys,” he admitted.

She blinked sleepily, as if trying to figure out what he was saying and then recognition snapped through her face. Her smile wobbled and she swallowed. He wasn’t sure if she was afraid or if she was nervous or excited, or maybe all three? Maybe he should ask her if she’d changed her mind?

“When did they come?” she asked and as she made a move to get off him, she inhaled softly, realizing he was still buried inside her. He could feel her vaginal muscles clench around his shaft a whole lot tighter.

Fuck, but she was sweet. The guys would appreciate her, just as much as he did. And he wanted to watch her get fucked. It was a fetish of his. To share. Man, he wanted to fuck her again. Now. But he’d wait. They had all day.

He forced the warmth out of his heart. Forced the emotions from him, as well. Had she been his woman, he would have broken her in slowly. Just as he’d done his wife. But hell, those days were gone.

“Get dressed,” he ordered. She winced at the coldness in his voice and guilt slammed into him like a sledgehammer. He swore softly beneath his breath as she wiggled off him, her warm cunt reluctantly letting go of his stiff cock.

“I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time. Make yourself pretty for them. They’ve been without a woman for a long time.”

She nodded, and as she stood, she grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped herself in it as if she were enveloping herself in a yellow cocoon, protecting herself from him.

Damn it! He was an asshole for acting so cold toward her.

He got out of bed, found his jeans, and climbed into them. He tried to ignore how cute she looked with that waterfall of messy, silky brown hair tumbling all around her body while she watched him dress. Tried to resist this overwhelming urge to take her into his arms and give her a mind-blowing kiss. He took a step toward her, but laughter from the other two men from the kitchen area stopped him dead in his tracks.

Yeah, he needed to cool down. To get out there and away from her, or he’d end up in here the rest of the day. He needed to get updates from the boys regarding the posse and if they’d heard from the rest of the gang.

Grabbing his shirt, he headed for the bedroom door. When he reached it, he hesitated. He didn’t want to leave without at least apologizing for his gruff order a moment earlier.

When he turned around, his damned heart felt all warm and fuzzy as he saw that she was still watching him. Her cheeks were flushed; maybe she was embarrassed at the guys being here already? Or maybe she was just plain aroused at the prospect of three men taking her? Well, whatever the case, she sure did look pretty with her hair all messy like that. No, more than pretty. She looked so damned sultry he wanted to kiss her yet again. Kiss away that pretty pout marring those pink, luscious lips.

“I had a real good time last night. I just wanted to thank you for that,” he blurted.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t smile. Hell, what did he expect, anyways? It wasn’t like they were lovers or something. Silently, he kicked himself in his ass for having feelings of guilt, opened the door, and stepped out of the room.

When Cassidy and Spencer saw him enter the kitchen, they must have noticed his confused state, because they suddenly stopped chuckling and eyed him with concern.

“What?” Spencer asked as he sat on the chair Teyla had used last night while they’d eaten the potatoes, bacon, and peaches.

Spencer had taken Logan’s chair, his hand clutched around the empty peach can. If the guy had been trying to suck the last drops of syrup from the can, he was out of luck. Logan had made sure he’d given Teyla most of the peach juice last night when he’d portioned out the peaches.

“What about the posse? Any sight of them?” Logan asked, ignoring Spencer’s question.

They’d obviously gotten chilled during their ride over here because they’d stoked the stove with firewood, and it was roaring and pumping out heat like a blast furnace. Despite that, though, Logan couldn’t shake off the coldness enveloping him with regards to Teyla. He should have kissed her. Reassured her that if she didn’t want to go through with this ménage, she didn’t have to. But, man, he wanted to share her. Wanted to watch the pleasure slash across her face when they took her. Okay, so later he would ask if she’d changed her mind. Right now, they needed to get down to business.

“No sight of anyone, and we did hear back from the rest of the gang through that lady doctor. She’s quite a piece. Just as pretty as this woman you snagged for us,” Spencer replied as he lifted the empty can above his mouth and awaited a sweet drop.

Logan grinned at the sight and at the compliment for Teyla. Damned right, she was a pretty woman. No, a beautiful woman.

“You’ve got a tiger on your hands with that one,” Cassidy chuckled from his perch. “A couple of men back in town spoke really highly of her. But they said she hadn’t been getting much business, because she’s refusing to put out for the banker who owns the mortgage on her place. The banker is warning all her johns to stay away or else he will foreclose on their places. As luck would have it for her, the banker also happens to be the self-appointed law in the nearest town to this place. He lived through the Catastrophe and kept his bank going and is insisting she keep making monthly payments on her farm or he’ll foreclose on her.”

Bastard. He hadn’t known that fact about Teyla. Was that why she’d been so willing and hot in bed? To give him a good time on purpose? To get him hooked on her so he’d keep coming back?

Logan shook those stupid thoughts away. No, instincts told him she wasn’t like that, but he certainly did feel a nasty burst of anger at the banker. He tamped down on his anger.
Emotions, my man.
He couldn’t get emotionally involved with a woman. He didn’t want to get emotionally involved with any woman again. Losing his wife had hurt too much.

Heck, wasn’t that why he was in the situation he was in now? Because the grief over losing his wife and kids had made him want to do something to help out other people who’d found themselves in a similar situation he’d found himself in after the Catastrophe? Stealing from homes and being desperate enough to do just about anything to make sure his daughters were fed? He’d thought he was doing right by stealing from rich guys and giving to the poor. Now, after meeting Teyla, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to do this anymore. He wanted to stay here and settle down with her.

He forced those thoughts away. He wouldn’t go down the love road again. He just couldn’t.

“So how is she in bed?” Cassidy asked as he suddenly bolted out of his chair and headed to the stove where he grabbed the steaming pot of coffee.

Both men’s eager and expectant gazes snapped to Logan’s face. They hadn’t had a woman in weeks. Desperate to lose themselves in female company, the three of them shared the fetish for sharing and had agreed to celebrate their latest victory with one woman.

“She won’t disappoint,” Logan said truthfully.

“So? She’s agreed to the terms, then?” Spencer replied, not bothering to conceal his excitement.

“She’s agreed.” Or at least he hoped she hadn’t changed her mind.

Both men whooped, and Logan shook his head at their excitement. He couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t easy to find a woman willing to accommodate three men at once, and they sure weren’t going to disappoint Teyla.

“The barn is ready for the horses. You’ll find everything you need for them in there,” Logan said, hoping they would take the hint and get out.