Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (20 page)

“Impressive,” he commented as the warmth of the room caressed his face while he looked around.

The floor was dirt and instantly he knew she’d be better off with a wooden floor with a couple of inches of Styrofoam insulation beneath the floor boards. The insulation would certainly improve the heat possibilities.

He was surprised to hear the buzzing of bees nearby and noticed several of them hugging yellow flowers on what sure as hell looked like tomato plants. In one corner, he noticed a couple of white wooden boxes and a bee buzzing there as well.

Amazing.

“My husband and I put the greenhouse together from a kit, shortly after we moved in here.”

Pride echoed in her voice. He could tell she missed her husband, and that familiar fluttering of jealousy zipped through him again. Cripes, he appeared to be jealous of a dead man.

“Over here is my prize possession.” Happiness bubbled through her voice and sweet laugh lines whispered along the sides of her eyes as she led him to a box laden with dirt and plants topped with large white flowers. Each flower had three white petals and three large green leaves.

Shock and surprise exploded through him. “Trilliums? Where did you get them?” Wow, he hadn’t seen trilliums since before the Catastrophe!

“I dug up bulbs a couple of years ago. I remembered I had some in planters out back. When they didn’t sprout, I dug them up and transplanted them in here. I know it takes up space for something that would be useful like turnips or carrots—”

He stopped her talking by placing a finger on her warm lips. Man, he was acquiring a habit of doing that, wasn’t he?

“I’m babbling, aren’t I?” she said against his finger.

“You don’t need to explain to me why you need flowers. It’s obvious.”

Her eyes widened in question.

“Because you don’t have a man who brings you flowers,” he explained and loved the way her eyes smiled at him. She liked his teasing. He liked her.

Her lips moved sweetly against his finger as she smiled.

I’ll be that man
. He really should say it out loud. He was tempted to say it, but that freaking northern lights thing began flashing across the glass panes of the greenhouse, distracting him.

He should have gotten used to those lights by now, but sometimes they just threw off his concentration. Or more likely he was using the Areola Borealis, as he liked to call it, as an excuse to not think about how he really wanted to be the one to bring her flowers every morning. Because he suddenly ached to do just that, to bring her flowers and tell her how much he loved those crinkles at the sides of her eyes when she smiled.

“What’s got you all quiet all of a sudden? What are you thinking?” she asked softly.

That I want to settle down here with you.
The thought of doing that sent an ache so severe shooting through him, it literally felt like a punch to his stomach.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, and to his surprise, she stabbed her warm tongue against the finger he still held against her lips.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. Show me the rest of the greenhouse. Like how do you manage to keep it so warm in here at night?”

He dropped his hand and looked around the building. Noticed several barrels lining the west wall.

“Solar panels on top of the roof keep the water in the barrels warm. At night, the warmth evaporates from the barrels and keeps the air warm and moist. The rest of the place is insulated. I’m saving up for materials to put in a floor that can produce radiant heat. Then I can grow produce that can’t stand the cold, like berries. God, what I wouldn’t give for strawberry shortcake.” She grinned and continued. “When I start selling produce, I won’t charge and arm and a leg…hmm, I should rephrase that, shouldn’t I? I’m not into eating humans…”

She let her words trail off and her cheeks flushed pink. He wondered if she was remembering taking Cassidy’s cock in her mouth earlier today and Logan yesterday. Just remembering how nice and tight she sucked, had him hardening again.

“I’m definitely into feet,” she said huskily, referring to their foot fucking in the bathtub. Oh, yeah, he was into feet too.

“And I might be into fingers, too,” she teased. She reached down and lifted his hand to her face, maneuvering his forefinger to her mouth as he’d done only moments before. She licked his finger in a sultry way and her eyelids drooped with arousal.

Shit. Sexy kitten, wasn’t she? He swallowed and his cock throbbed even more.

He watched as she curled her tongue around his finger and slipped the tip into her mouth. She sucked gently.

Oh, man, the pressure was too sweet. That she was initiating this impromptu sexual escapade made him ponder that maybe she actually
wanted
more sex from him as opposed to because he was paying for it. There was a big difference between the two scenarios.

The latter idea of her wanting sex made his blood pressure roar. Made him struggle to draw breath into his lungs. Just thinking that she could be his had him wondering if he had died and maybe gone to heaven.

He smiled and placed a second finger against her velvety lower lip. She licked it and he dipped his fingers inside her mouth, loving the way her warm tongue curled against both his fingers. Yeah, the way her eyes twinkled happily as she licked him was really firing his blood, and a weird thought flared through him. The thought that maybe she actually really liked him.

* * * *

Something changed in him the moment she licked his fingers. Something so subtle, she almost missed it. Suddenly she had the feeling he didn’t want to leave here. But that idea was ridiculous. Wasn’t it?

Yes, it was insane. She’d only met him yesterday. She knew next to nothing about him. She was being silly. And romantic. And stupid.

Despite those thoughts, though, she felt sexy. Really, truly sexy, and a wicked need burst through her. She wanted Logan and the other two men to make love to her again. But since Logan was here now, she wanted him. Right here. But first…

“Stay here. I’ll be back in a second,” she ordered.

She left him standing there and headed back toward the front door. Up on a shelf, she found her small radio and flicked it on. Despite the world having gone mad, a couple of stations had managed to keep pumping out the news and music. She rarely used the radio because she preferred not to listen to the news. Or music. News was just bad all the way around, and music just reminded her of the old days. Days that were gone forever.

Goosebumps zipped up her arms as the soft music drifted through the warm greenhouse air. It was a slow song. Beautiful lyrics. A song about the sun and walking in fields of gold.

Instead of the music making her feel sad, to her amazement, happiness simmered through her and so did a glimmer of hope. She knew he was planning on leaving tomorrow, but maybe, just maybe, Logan would come back again? Yeah, she could handle anything if she knew he was coming back.

When she returned to him, she found him sitting cross-legged on one of the table boxes filled with dirt. Thankfully, he’d picked one to sit on that she hadn’t seeded yet.

She wanted to ask him if he was coming back to her, but decided she really didn’t want to know the answer. Not yet. Just in case he said no.

As the music drifted through the greenhouse, he stared at her. Really stared. His gaze was wild, his body tense, and she knew he wanted sex, too. As he watched her, she began to sway her hips to the music and smiled at him.

He grinned back and in that smile, she saw the primitive need boiling inside him. Intense desire flared inside her, and she felt sultry and sexy and, well, as if she belonged only to him.

Moving her hips in a sensual rhythm, she reached up and stabbed her hands through her long hair, letting the strands trail through her fingers like a waterfall. He licked his lips as he watched her.

Unhurriedly, erotically, she untied the sash to her cardigan and slowly unbuttoned the garment. Keeping her eyes glued to him, she let the cardigan slip off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor. Now she only wore her shoes and that black halter dress her husband had given her. Of course, his gaze zeroed right onto her breasts as they pushed boldly against the material. She shivered at the sight of the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips, and the soft music didn’t drown the sound of his heavy breathing or the loud excited thumping of her heart. She kept swaying to the music, and as she did so, she slipped out of her shoes.

She continued to dance for him, her bare feet feeling a bit chilled on the cold ground, but his untamed gaze as he watched her kept the rest of her nice and toasty. She brought her hands up to her breasts, cupping them, offering them to him. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. She watched his lips move as he swore softly. He was holding himself back. Maybe making it sweeter by doing that? It certainly made it sweeter for her as her anticipation increased and her desires for him became barely restrained.

She closed her eyes, melting into the music. Another song now. A faster beat.
A
song about a beautiful day and not letting it get away. About the heart being in bloom and going to another place.

Oh, yes, her heart was in bloom. She was feeling something for this man she’d never felt before. A man who’d easily shared her with two of his friends. A man who looked at her with such desire and such need she just wanted to be in his arms forever.

Oh, God, she was going to lose him, wasn’t she
?
No, don’t think about it, Teyla. Don’t even go there.

Suddenly a pair of hands swept around her waist, hot brands digging into her flesh and her bare feet left the ground. His powerful scent wrapped around her, drugging her, intoxicating her. He lifted her higher.

“Shh, baby. I want you bad. Really bad.” Logan whispered against her ear. He set her upon the table he’d just been sitting on, and she gasped in both surprise and shock and then excitement as he ripped the dress all the way down the front, to the hem. He ripped harder, and that gave way, too. He pushed the ragged material aside, allowing the humid greenhouse air to sweep against her bare breasts and her pussy. His hands settled on her knees. He opened her wide. Spread her thighs for him. He moved in between her widespread legs, his hands on her thighs.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him tight and his mouth locked onto hers like a heat-seeking missile, his lips hard and demanding. She felt his muscles bulge beneath her arms as he let go of her thighs. A second later, she heard the zipper on his pants lowering. Then heard the rip of foil. A condom.
My gosh, was this guy prepared or what
?

And if he was kissing her, how could he put on the condom? Oh, who cared! She almost lost herself in the anticipation of wanting him. Almost told him there was no need for a condom, but she didn’t want to chance a baby. Not out here all by herself. But having his baby would be so perfect.

No! Stop! She had to be responsible. She had to be!

She broke the kiss, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath and watched him roll on the condom. When he finished, she grabbed his velvet-steel-encased cock and brought him into her. She was soaked, and he entered her vagina with relative ease, impaling her to the hilt. He withdrew and thrust into her again, bringing a fever churning through her. She drew his head closer, kissed him. He opened his mouth to her, and she plunged her tongue into it, boldly dueling with his tongue, exploring every crevice, touching every inch, committing him to memory.

He groaned, cupped her breasts, and squeezed. He withdrew his cock and thrust into her again. She arched against him, accepting his cock. Accepting his needs. Him.

As the music drifted through the air, his thrusts became faster, and the tension built inside her. Every stroke into her snapped her closer to that land of pleasure she was so getting hooked on since he’d been here.

Her orgasm built and hit her with a fury she’d never known before. Sensations pummeled her. Sheer pleasure pierced her, and she kept keening as he rocked his hips and powered his cock in and out in a frenzied, exotic rhythm. She convulsed and gasped and loved it. Her climax was long and explosive, and finally, he groaned and came right along with her.