Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

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Eve noticed the instant Kayne changed. First, restlessness flared in his gaze. Then panic and then as if a lightbulb was going off, his eyes went from tender lust to possessive animal in a split second. One moment she’d been feeling comfortable with him, teasing and flirty, and the next moment…she couldn’t quite put a word to it. Frightened was too powerful. Aroused was too weak. Whatever it was, she really liked this new forceful look he suddenly portrayed. It fired her blood and made her body hum. Made her want to challenge him sexually. Maybe even make him mad? Make him angry, so he’d be rough with her? Oh my goodness. What kind of a woman had she been? Or still was?

“Kayne,” she whispered, momentarily wanting to apologize for her behavior but then realizing it seemed he enjoyed what she’d been doing because he was moving toward her with wicked intention, and he was coming fast.

She yelped when he reached her and roughly grabbed her wrist. In a flash, he hauled her to her feet. His large hands splayed against her waist, and his head came down, his mouth fusing over hers like a heat-seeking missile.

Her world tilted as he kissed her. Hard. Fast. Furious.

Oh my goodness! This guy meant to fuck her mouth with his, didn’t he? His lips sipped on hers, bit gently, and then fused over her mouth again until she was literally heady. She didn’t even remember grabbing onto his strong, tense shoulders until he broke the kiss and stared at her.

He was breathing furiously, and his gaze was enraged. “Don’t tease me, Eve. You know how crazy that makes me,” he said hoarsely.

Um, actually, no she didn’t, but she certainly knew now. She could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. Could feel her reaction shooting through her like blades of fire, and she suddenly felt helpless to stop whatever he wanted to do to her.

“There, that’s the look I remember. A hint of fear. Soft and pliable in my arms. Innocent and willing.”

He lifted a hand off her waist and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip in such a gentle caress her knees literally wobbled. Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders for balance.

“Kayne.” She wanted to tell him that yes, for a moment he’d frightened her, but that she knew deep down inside he’d never hurt her. But his other hand had left her waist, and he suddenly slipped a hand between her thighs, widening her. All her thoughts were swept away as his finger dipped into her wet vagina.

“Wet, aren’t you, colt? Like you always were. Always wet for me,” he murmured. He breathed deeply, the sound harsh and sensual. His eyes flashed a darker blue. Then he slipped his finger out of her and pressed it against her clit. He rubbed her tender spot so freaking hard, she cried out in surprise at the quickness and erotic intensity of the pressure. He dipped his finger into her vagina again, collected more wetness, and massaged her clit again. Harder, firmer, and faster.

The fierceness of it threw her mind off balance, and all she could do was hold on to him for dear life, totally helpless, as nerve endings flickered to life and snapped to attention.

Oh wow! This is way too good
.

With every stroke of his finger over her clit, her body tightened, and she felt herself surrendering to him. She wanted to just disappear. Jump into the pleasure she knew he would give.

And then his harsh voice rocked her out of her thoughts.

“Turn around, Eve. Face this tree, here,” he commanded.

She blinked up at him for a few seconds, totally not comprehending that he’d removed his hand from between her thighs and was now looking down at her with fierce intent.

“Turn,” he snapped. “Do as I say, Eve.”

Uneasiness, but in a very nice way, skittered through her.

“What—what are you going to do?”

He cocked his head slightly to one side. “I’m going to take you somewhere, Eve. Take us both somewhere very sweet.”

She swallowed. What did that mean?

He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. “That tree right there. Face-first against it. Now.”

She nodded jerkily and walked toward it, barely realizing the cold wind slapping against her bare flesh, she was so hot for him. Behind her, she could hear him following. Could smell him. His scent had grown stronger now. He smelled of the wilderness. Primal. Wild.

And then she suddenly knew. He would take her hard. Like a rutting animal.

Oh God.

She faltered in her step, caught herself. Kept going. Was this how it had been between them? Wild, intense. Him in charge?

She was breathing hard now. Her body tense with awareness as she positioned herself face-first against the tree. She was careful not to press her breasts against the bark. It looked rough and hurtful, and her nipples were feeling ultrasensitive and peaked.

She whimpered when he stepped in front of her on the other side of the tree. He was a big man. But she wasn’t afraid of him. She felt…safe? Excited. Needy. Wanting him to fuck her.

To her surprise he roughly grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer to the tree, wrapping her arms together so that she was in a hugging position with it. She gasped as her nipples scraped against the rough texture of the bark. Felt the soreness as it rasped against her tender flesh. Suddenly she realized she liked this discomfort.

He produced a belt. He must have removed his coat as well as his belt while following her.

“I’m going to tie you here, colt. Then I’m going to take you from behind. Just like I did our last time together before you left us.”

She creamed at his words. Blew out a tense breath.

“You’re at my mercy now, Eve. Just like in the old days.” He tightened the belt around her wrists. Pulled on it to make sure it was secure, and then he moved away. She watched as he circled around her to her backside.

“You’re a tease, Eve. Did you know that?”

She shook her head. She hadn’t realized that. Not at all. Flirty, yes, but a tease? Or did those two words mean the same thing?

He slapped her ass cheeks, and she yelped as pain slashed her tender flesh. In response, her body twisted, her tender nipples grazing harshly as her breasts touched the tree bark.

It wasn’t a tender slap. It frigging hurt. And to her surprise, the pain was followed by an erotic heat that flared deep inside of her pussy. He slapped her again. She gasped as pain and heat mingled through her ass cheeks, zipping a hot line into her vagina. Pain flared in her nipples as well as she bounced against the tree.

Another harsh slap. It stung. She creamed. Good grief. He knew what he was doing.

She couldn’t help but cry out as he smacked her ass again, the pain twisting and turning into something sensual and carnal. Oh my gosh, what did she have? Some endorphin overload or something?

“Do you remember all the spankings we gave you, Eve?”

She shook her head, yelped as he smacked her ass again.

“How we’d tie you and spank you until your ass was blushing a pretty pink like it is now. Sometimes, when you were especially bad, we’d make your ass so red, you couldn’t sit for a couple of days. That’s when we’d take you standing up. Like now.”

She continued to shake her head. She couldn’t remember any spankings. But oh, she so wanted to!

“Come on, Eve. Think!” he snapped. She could hear the frustration lacing his harsh voice. Could feel the tenderness in his palms as he cupped and held her burning ass cheeks with his large hands.

“I don’t remember everything. Just bits and pieces, Kayne,” she offered, trying to alleviate that frustration he felt. That they both felt.

“You don’t have to remember, Eve. Just feel it. Feel the pleasure. Live in it. Maybe your memory will come back to you that way.” He let go of her ass, and a funny feeling whipped through her lower abdomen as she heard the rasp of his zipper lowering.

“I didn’t use a condom that last time we were together. I don’t have one with me now, but I’ll withdraw.”

She froze at that comment.
He hadn’t used a condom that last time
?
Something flickered at the back of her mind. Something that almost came back to life and then vanished again.

“Condoms,” she muttered, struggling to regrab that memory.

All thoughts disintegrated as his mushroom-shaped cockhead slid into her heavily creaming vagina.

Oh my! He was big. She inhaled softly at the size as he stretched her vaginal muscles. She remembered how good he’d felt sliding into her earlier this morning, after Maddox and Riley had taken her. This time, thankfully, she wasn’t feeling the embarrassment of her first time with all three of them, and Kayne’s intoxicating size felt even better.

Wanting more, she thrust her hips backward against him, taking him deeper into her vagina. He groaned and swore softly. His body melted against her, his rod sinking deeper, his hard steel muscles pushing against her soft curves. His heat and his scent swarmed around her, making her heady. Making her hungry for him. Making her bold.

“Fuck me, Kayne,” she demanded. “Fuck me, hard and fast. Like you used to.”

For a moment she felt his body stiffen. But then he withdrew, and she gasped as he impaled her to the hilt in one solid, wicked thrust.

“I’ll fuck you, and I’ll make love to you, Eve. For however long you want. For eternity,” he said hoarsely. His face buried into the crux of her neck and shoulder, the raspy hairs on his face sparking attention upon her skin wherever he touched. His tongue licked a hot line of fire along her neck as he bucked into her, his thick cock impaling her to the hilt.

“Make lots of love to you, baby. Make up for all the time we lost,” he whispered softly and bucked harder.

Emotions, thick and raw, swelled inside her. He’d used the word
love
in a sentence. Twice! That’s all she’d ever wanted to hear, wasn’t it?

Love? Yes, she wanted to hear that word spoken from his lips. From Riley’s lips. And from Maddox, because she felt the love from them. She
felt
it in the way they looked at her. The way they touched her and fucked her. Yet, they seemed to shy away from showing their feelings or saying that word out loud.

That sudden realization that they may not be able to say the word
love
suddenly made everything seem clearer. Everything seemed to suddenly fall into a better perspective. Now she understood them a bit more. But she wanted to find out more about them.

He withdrew and thrust into her, his impalement pushing her body and breasts against the tree, making flames of pleasure-pain zip across her nipples. His every plunge pushed her butt plug deeper into her ass. Her anal muscles clenched eagerly at the plug, and her ass throbbed, making her wonder if this was how it felt to be double penetrated. If so, then yeah, she really wanted to experience more of what the three men had to offer. Wanted to remember it all. Very much so!

He thrust harder, stroked deeper. The angle of penetration allowed a very nice stimulation against her clit. Sensitive nerve endings fired to new degrees, and she hugged the big tree with her arms, clasping her bound hands and getting a good hold because although she couldn’t quite remember, she
knew
that their alone times had been hard and rough and would be now.

No more talk followed as they both sank into the searing pleasures. She lost herself in the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Fell into the guttural animalistic sound of Kayne’s deep groans and her answering whimpers. Enjoyed the hard planes of his body as his chest pressed against her back every time he entered her.

She loved this. Loved the silence of no one speaking. Enjoyed the feeling of being immersed inside another world. An intense world of awe and imploding pleasure.

She shuddered as the waves and sensations neared, snowballed, and then exploded. Tortured pleasure tore through her like a wildfire, and she found herself turning her head, needing his lips upon hers.

She moaned as he fused his mouth over hers, and caught her cries as she came. She opened her mouth and daringly thrust her tongue against his teeth. For a second he didn’t open to her, but then he parted his teeth and she met his tongue head-on. Their tongues dueled and the sensations of their mating made her crazy. She writhed against his harsh thrusts, moving her hips mindlessly as each of his penetrations seemed to go deeper and fiercer. She seared into her second climax, her mind and body coming apart yet again.

She was panting and perspiring like crazy now. Her orgasm softly subsided and her pussy clenched less and less. She felt his body tightening, knew he was nearing his own release, and then abruptly he pulled out of her, allowing her to slump weakly against the tree.

From behind her, she heard a guttural cry as he came. Such a magnificent cry of arousal from such a magnificent man.

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Eve was like a flame to him, Kayne thought as he zipped up his zipper and on weak legs, stumbled to the other side of the tree. Quickly he removed the belt from her wrists. She’d clasped her hands together, and he sensed if she hadn’t done that and he’d loosened the belt, she would have fallen to the ground.

Hell, he couldn’t blame her. If her two orgasms were as intense as the one he’d just had, then yeah, she was feeling the aftereffects of their lovemaking. Dropping the belt to the ground, he circled back around the tree and pressed his body up against her bare back. The searing heat and the sensual scent wafting from her trembling body washed over him like seductive perfume, and he started getting all damn nice and hard again for her. He tried to pull her arms free from around the tree, but she only moaned, obviously still recuperating from their hard and fast coupling.