Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

Once. Twice.

Then he was shouting her name as he exploded into his own arc of pleasure.

Chapter Four

Maddox met Kayne at the front door in the wee hours of early morning just as the first streaks of gray lifted over the western mountain range. Neither man commented on why they’d stayed up through the night as they quietly trudged into the cool cabin.

Maddox had taken care of the deer, and they would have a feast tonight. The rest he’d put into Trader Jack’s homemade smokehouse out back. He’d set the required wood, and it would smoke for many days, curing the meat. Hopefully they’d stay here for a few more days. It was nice here. Pleasant. Warm. And Eve deserved to be out of the elements.

Suddenly, going after those gold bars that Wolfe might or might not have seemed unimportant now.

“Wonder where Riley’s gotten off to? He was supposed to be on lookout through the night,” Kayne said in a low voice as they both removed their outerwear in the hallway.

“Probably grabbing something to eat,” Maddox replied as Kayne brushed past him and headed to the living room. Riley wasn’t much for lookout duty, but he’d never failed them yet.

“Or grabbing Eve,” Kayne said. His voice had dipped into a hoarse, aroused sound that immediately caught Mad’s attention. He followed Kayne’s gaze to the couch situated near the fireplace. Eve and Riley lay in a tangled heap, sound asleep. Their bodies melted together beneath a blanket that barely hid their nudity. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to see what had taken place here tonight.

Eve’s bare left thigh taunted them, and Riley’s very naked ass sticking out from beneath the blanket made Maddox smile. With the room cooling down due to the lack of fire from the fireplace, it was obvious their combined body heat was keeping them warm.

“I guess Riley and Eve found their comfort in each other last night.” Kayne chuckled. Reaching over, he grabbed a thick blanket from a nearby pile and draped it over the two of them.

Maddox smiled. He liked this relationship of sharing Eve. No jealousies here.

Before the Catastrophe, it wouldn’t have occurred to him to share a woman. Hell, he’d never slept with a woman more than a couple of times before breaking things off with her in the old days. Truth was he’d feared relationships with women. His parents divorced when he’d been at the tender age of eight. Before that, his parents fought all the time. Even after divorcing they fought through him. They’d used him as their messenger, their go-between, sending spiteful messages to each other through him. Living between them had been like living in a war zone. It had stressed him out so much, it had turned him off to any long-term relationships.

But Eve, she’d been different. She hadn’t argued. She was easygoing, and she belonged to all three of them. He didn’t feel threatened that he
had
to stay in a relationship with her.

“I think it was good for Eve to have Riley be her first after all this time,” Kayne said in a low voice as he motioned for Maddox to follow him into the kitchen.

Shock spun through him when, a moment later, he watched Kayne reach over and flip the light switch. The single bulb hanging from a wire in the center of the room suddenly glowed brownish yellow, flickered a couple of times, then burned a bright yellow, illuminating the room with light.

“Electricity? What the hell?” He asked as he stared at the first burning lightbulb he’d seen in years. Blinking in disbelief, he resisted the urge to rub his eyes with his fists. Man, he could not believe this.

“Trader Jack got those final parts he was after for that homemade wind turbine of his up on the ridge. That son of a bitch didn’t get a chance to put all the parts in though before he…” Kayne inhaled softly and let the words trail off. Maddox knew what he meant. Before he’d stepped on that rusty nail.

“I found a bunch of old boards up there. Lots of rusty nails in them. That’s where he must have stepped on one. We’ll have to clear it away as soon as we get a chance.”

“But how did you get the turbine to work? Motors were supposed to have been fried, and he said the parts he was looking for would most likely not be in production yet.”

“Well, obviously he found them. Brand-spanking-new parts and a couple of new batteries, too. His business of bartering paid off, and he got those parts he needed. He left his plans on a makeshift worktable up there, and thanks that we didn’t get any rain, the plans were still readable. I used our faithful lights in the sky to follow Jack’s instructions of installation and fit the last part. Oh, and the electricity won’t last for…”

As if the lightbulb was listening to Kayne, it flickered. Maddox’s gut twisted, and he held his breath. The lightbulb died.

“…long.” Kayne shrugged his shoulders.

“Shit,” Maddox whispered as disappointment speared through him.

“No worries. If the wind keeps blowing, the batteries will be fully charged by tonight.” Kayne flipped off the light switch.

Maddox couldn’t believe what Kayne had just said. They would have a freaking light source besides candlelight, oil lamp, or the fire. Heck, he was starting to feel like a civilized man again.

“Eve looks real sexy with Riley draped all over her, doesn’t she?” Kayne asked with a grin on his face. Mad recognized that look. The meaning came across loud and clear. His look spoke of sex.

“She’d look a hell of a lot better with a butt plug draped inside of her,” Mad taunted. “I think she’s had a good day and two nights to get used to us and the idea of being plugged. I think she’s ready.”

To Mad’s relief, Kayne winked. “I was thinking the same thing.”

The two of them couldn’t move fast enough to their saddlebags. Maddox, for one, was excited as hell because he planned on giving Eve one hell of a welcome back present.

* * * *

Eve felt so soft and curvy as she slept nestled against Riley. Every single inch of her heated skin that pressed against him teased him senseless. His cock was fully engorged yet again and pushed erotically against the searing brand of her inner thigh. All he had to do was move over her and enter her in one swift plunge, and he’d be lost in her tight warmth once again.

He moaned softly at that thought but remained still. He wanted to enjoy her in this way just a bit longer, and then he’d take her. She smelled lightly of woodsmoke, lavender soap, and sex. She smelled really nice.

He’d missed holding her. Missed waking up beside her. Missed loving her. His breath caught at that last thought.

Love. A simple four-letter word that would reveal to her the eternity of his emotions. Yet, he hadn’t been able to say that word to her. Why did it have to be so damned hard to just say he loved her?

Maybe if he whispered it? Maybe she’d hear his pledge in her sleep? And she would know deep in her heart how he felt about her? That way he wouldn’t have to tell her to her face.

Riley sighed slowly, a shot of frustration ripping through him. He was a chickenshit through and through, wasn’t he? Idiot.

A gentle nudge to his elbow had him opening his eyes. He stifled his surprised curse to find Maddox and Kayne standing there looking down at him and Eve.

At their lusty grins, shards of arousal sizzled through him like blades of white-hot lightning.

“It’s time,” Kayne said in a soft, strangled voice, and Riley knew exactly what he was talking about.

* * * *

Sweet arousal lanced her pussy, and Eve couldn’t help but clutch her hands into fists and buck her hips against the wet pressure rubbing her clit. Somewhere, down deep in the delightful oblivion of sleep, she knew someone was lapping leisurely at her pussy. It had to be Riley. She vaguely remembered falling asleep in his arms after he’d given her a couple of really breathtaking climaxes.

She moaned softly at the erotic sensations shimmering through her as muscled shoulders gently nudged against her widespread legs. Had she spread her legs? She must have, or maybe he had while she’d slept. Hot breath whispered against her pussy, and she moaned again as he leisurely sucked her labia into his mouth. Teeth bit way too lightly for her liking, and a tongue dipped way too lazily into her wet pussy.

A pair of hot hands slipped over her breasts, slowly rubbing and erotically caressing.

Mmm, very nice, but she wanted him to be rough, just like last night. She’d realized she liked sex rough, and Riley had really made her purr. She wanted a repeat performance.

Maybe he was just toying with her now. Playing. Not wanting to disturb her sleep, yet exploring her body and getting reacquainted. She hoped he would climb over her again, impale her, and start thrusting madly into her. Hard and rough, while she just lay here beneath him, enjoying it. She really should wake up and ask him to do just that.

A thumb pressed against her tight sphincter. She tensed for a split second at the interesting sensation. It was foreign, yet familiar at the same time. It was a hint of the wicked pressure she’d been craving after experiencing naughty flashbacks of being anally penetrated. To her surprise, the pressure made her cream, and a warm tongue eagerly licked between her pussy folds, lapping quickly, the intensity of it making her moan softly.

She relaxed as the thumb moved away from her anus. Yeah, Riley was playing with her. Teasing her into wanting that butt plug that Kayne had taunted her about the other night.

Involuntarily, she tensed as she heard something nearby. It sounded oddly like the slurp of lube. The sound of it made her realize she felt hot. Her body inflamed. Needy.

More cream gushed toward the stroking tongue. Maybe he’d been playing with her pussy and breasts for a while, and she hadn’t woken up? The three men used to do that. They would touch her while she slept. And back then she’d slept deeply after many intense sex sessions. They would arouse her to the point when she did awaken, she was already triple penetrated and enjoying the best after-sleep sex of her life.

Yeah, she remembered that now. Their grunts and groans. The searing slap of flesh against flesh. The awesome pressure and pleasure-pain of a man’s engorged cock sinking into her pussy while another man’s thick cock slid into her ass, impaling her. The brutal pressure had always made her cry out in shock and then in blissful agony as she exploded into a vortex of pleasure. A cock would then be thrust into her mouth to quiet her, usually Kayne’s, cutting off her cries. He liked the way she did oral on him. To the point where he’d taught her how to take him deep into her throat.

She moaned softly at that memory. Taking Kayne. He was the quietest of the three. He had the most intense gaze when he looked at her. It spoke of sex on the spot and immense caring. She realized now that despite his quietness he’d always made her feel way too naughty, and his conversations regarding sex had always been bold. Just like his talk about a butt plug the night she’d reentered their lives.

She swallowed as the thumb swept back to her sphincter again, ripping her from her thoughts of Kayne. The digit was lubed this time, for she could feel the warm, slippery gel and forced herself to relax. She realized her hips had actually been lifted, and a pillow had been shoved beneath her ass.

Huh, when had that happened? Obviously while she’d slept.

She should open her eyes and join Riley. But she really liked what he was doing to her ass. The pressure built as a thumb inserted past the tender bundle of muscles and nerve endings, and he slipped in.

Oh yeah, this felt really nice. Sweet pain and huge, breathtaking pressure.

Something velvety-hard rubbed against her right cheek. A cock? Sleepily, she moaned, wondering who it could be. Not Riley. He was down there, slurping so leisurely at her pussy, the erotic tension he created was driving her mad. She didn’t care who it was, because she loved what he was doing.

Another set of hands swept across her lower abdomen. Palms flattened there, pressed gently, giving her some incredible pressure, which felt exquisite. She could hear herself breathing harshly, and hot blood pumped through her veins at the idea of all three of them touching her while she was asleep. Bringing her slowly out of her dreams to join them.

But maybe she was dreaming? Maybe she didn’t want to wake up? Nah, she liked this. Didn’t want it to end. She kept her eyes closed and went with the erotic sensations. Went with the mounting arousal, the increasing pressure in her ass as a second lubed digit impaled her.

She would be too shy to open her eyes now. Realized there were three pairs of hands touching her tight, inflamed body. One set of hands caressed her breasts, and the other set pressed against her lower abdomen. Then there were hands tangling into her hair, angling her head slightly. Preparing her for that large brand of a cock that continued to nudge erotically along the length of her jawline and her cheeks.

She was drifting up from her drowsiness really fast now, the arousal snapping through her like a live wire, but yeah, she wanted to keep her eyes closed. Didn’t want to break this erotic tension zapping through her.

Between her thighs was someone, but who? She realized he may not even be Riley, but maybe Kayne or Maddox? Whoever he was lapped at her pussy quite wonderfully and did a fine job at keeping her creaming. His tongue licked and swirled around her sensitized clit like a tornado. In contrast, he then sipped tenderly at her labia, his lips nuzzling and suckling. She couldn’t help but wrap her legs around the man’s shoulders. Felt the bunch of muscles against her calves as she rode him, her hips moving against him in a frantic rhythm in order to reach the pleasure just outside of her reach.