Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

“Horses are already bedded down,” Cassidy replied.

“Okay, then there’s a hand pump with some soap. Here are a couple of towels.” Logan opened up a nearby closet which he’d already checked last night when he’d first come into her farmhouse. He remembered seeing towels in there. He handed each of them one.

“I’ll get her ready,” he said. Truth be told, he wanted some more alone time with her. To make sure she really was ready. Or maybe it was he who wasn’t ready to share her?

* * * *

Teyla scolded herself for being bothered by Logan’s sharp voice when he’d told her earlier to get dressed. He was paying her to do a job, pure and simple. And now, with his two friends showing up, she was required to participate in the next phase of their agreement. She just wished she could have had a little more alone time with him. Last night he’d opened to her about his past. About his wife, his daughters. He’d been gentle yet rough in their lovemaking. She’d even fallen asleep on top of him, with him buried inside of her. She’d never done
that
with a client before. She’d never done that with Max before, either.

It had felt good waking up that way with his arms around her, his cock buried inside her and his butt plug inside her.

Teyla blew out a tense breath. He’d said he’d enjoyed last night. Said it with such a softness in his voice, such a tender sparkle in his eyes, she hadn’t been able to respond with all the fluttery sensations zipping through her.

She wondered how his friends looked. She’d been asleep and had heard Logan talking to them, but she’d felt so safe and comfortable in his arms, it had been a struggle to wake up. And when she had, those men had already retreated to the next room.

Washing carefully between her legs, she listened to the kitchen door open and close. Listened to two sets of boots stomp over the boards of the veranda and down the stairs and found herself tensing when she heard the floorboards in the next room creak beneath the weight of someone.

Logan? Or had he decided to let one of his friends join her first?

Teyla licked her suddenly dry lips and quickly finished her washing, tossing the washcloth into the basin. As the door creaked open, she grabbed her robe, holding it up in front of her. She held her breath, and let out a slow sigh of relief when Logan walked in.

When he saw her standing there, her robe clutched in front of her, she could tell from the heated way he looked at her, he wanted to take her again. And she wanted him to, too. Wanted him to sweep her into his arms and make her feel safe and secure and loved.

Oh, boy, she really was turning into some delusional, needy woman, wasn’t she?

“They brought you a letter from that lady doctor friend of yours,” Logan said and strolled toward her. He held the letter in question out to her and she took it. She didn’t really have to open it. She could already tell it was from Dr. Liz from the familiar perfume that sifted comfortingly off the letter. She thought it in her best interest to read it now, just in case there was something she should know about the men’s health.

Holding her robe with one hand, she ripped the sealed envelope at the edge with her teeth and brought out the letter. Liz’s feminine handwriting greeted her, and Teyla hadn’t even realized she was tense until she relaxed as she read the letter. Dr. Liz had given both the newcomers a clean bill of health. And then at the end of the letter, she’d once again added for Teyla to let her know if size counts.

Oh, man. Three well-hung men. This was going to be very interesting, indeed.

“I think we know each other well enough that you don’t need to cover yourself,” Logan said smoothly as he watched her fold the letter and settle it and the envelope onto the dresser on top of the other one that Dr. Liz had sent with Logan.

Tremors of anticipation snapped through her like live wires and Teyla dropped the robe to the floor, creaming warmly when his gaze zeroed onto her nude pussy.

He licked his lips and her breaths hitched. He seemed like a predatory animal. Full of intent. Danger. Sexual.

His potent scent, from the sex they’d had, poured off him in hot waves.

“Turn around,” he whispered. His voice sounded gruff and aroused as he placed his strong hands on her bare shoulders and led her toward the closest bedroom window. Earlier, before she’d started cleaning herself up, she’d opened the curtains, and now as she stood in front of the window, she could see out into the yard. Could see his two friends stripping off their shirts in front of her red water pump.

Fissures of excitement rippled through her as she watched huge muscles bulge in their arms. One of the men began to pump and water cascaded out. The other yelped as he splashed the cold water over a well-muscled, wide chest.

The taller of the two was sandy blond haired with a dark shadow of moustache and beard. His hair was almost shoulder-length, parted in the middle with no bangs and brushed sideways over his ears. The other man looked thinner, his hair dark brown and also shoulder-length. He looked quite tanned, like an Indian, and also well-muscled. They both wore tight jeans that rode low on their hips and cowboy-style boots.

“The blond one is Cassidy and the other one is Spencer,” Logan said as he massaged her shoulders. She expected him to move her away from the window, for all the two men had to do was look and she’d be seen standing here naked.

But he didn’t.

He just kept massaging her shoulders, digging his fingers into her tense muscles.

“Let’s give them a glimpse of what they’ll be getting, shall we?”

She inhaled as his hands moved off her shoulders and came around to cup her breasts. At the same time, he pressed his body against her, bringing her closer to the window. He pushed against her until her breasts were squished against the cold window pane, and then he dipped his head and kissed her left shoulder with a gentle butterfly kiss that sent shimmers of pleasure down her spine. A guttural whimper found itself passing her lips. It was a sexy sound she really liked.

“I thought I would come in and see if you were okay with the ménage. I can see that you are.”

She nodded jerkily. Okay, so maybe he was sure, but was she?

“I wanted you to meet them first, but then I figured it might be better this way.”

This way
?
What exactly did he mean?

“At least then you wouldn’t have to feel self conscious before…” he let the words trail off. She still wasn’t sure what he meant and then suddenly she noticed the two men at the pump had stopped washing themselves and were looking directly at the window where she stood.

“They’re very observant men.” Logan chuckled. “Nothing gets by them.”

She thought she would feel embarrassed at having been found like this. Oddly enough, she wasn’t.

“Invite them in, when you’re ready,” Logan purred into her ear, his wet tongue lashing her earlobe with sultry licks.

Invite them in, when you’re ready.

Was she ready? Would she ever be? Was he giving her a way out? This was the first time in her life she’d ever been asked to do this sort of thing.

This felt surreal. And fantastic.

She had to be crazy. But she felt so feminine and sexy to have two men looking at her and another one touching her. She definitely was crazy. Wonderfully insane, and it felt so liberating to embrace her sexuality in this way.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched the two of them as they stared at her, and then suddenly, as if with a mind of its own, her right hand lifted and she crooked a finger at them, inviting them to come inside. Their mouths dropped open as if they couldn’t believe what she was doing.

“That’s it, Teyla. Invite them in,” Logan breathed against her hair as he lashed her earlobe with more sultry kisses that sent arrays of excitement shimmering through her. With her heart pounding loudly in her ears, her body sandwiched between the window and Logan, she watched the two men finish washing and then hurry toward the farmhouse. Toward her.

Panic zipped through her.

Oh, God! What had she gotten into? Three men and her?

She swallowed as Logan gyrated his large erection against her butt plug. It pushed deeper into her, the invasion sensual and erotic. She stiffened against him as she heard the front door creak open, followed by the stomping sounds of their boots.

“They’ll be gentle with you at first, so just relax,” he whispered. He moved away from her, allowing her to budge from the window. His hands dropped from her breasts, and she turned around to face him.

“I want you to climb onto the bed. On your elbows and knees, head down on the bed, face sideways into a pillow. Your ass in the air. Your breasts hanging and your nipples just grazing the blankets. I’ll bring them in once you’re in the position.”

Teyla creamed at his words, at the agonized look of arousal splashing across his face.

She nodded jerkily and climbed onto the bed while he watched. Her face grew warm as she tried to remember his instructions and imagined how she would look to them. Her face buried against the pillow, her elbows bracing herself on the bed, breasts dangling, her ass plugged and stuck up in the air like an offering.

Sweet mercy! They would be doing more than just gazing!

She blew out a tense breath and she stayed in that position listening to their low murmurs from the kitchen. She tensed at the knock at the door and Logan’s abrupt answer instructing them to enter.

She swore her breath stalled in her lungs when she heard their soft whistles.

“Fantastic,” one of them said softly. Instantly, she liked his voice. Soft and low. Comforting.

“She’s more than fantastic, Spencer. She’s gorgeous,” the other one, Cassidy, replied.

“Close your eyes, Teyla. Remain in that position while the guys touch you.”

Oh my God.

Her pussy creamed harder and her tummy dipped with an incredible feeling. She tensed as she sensed the men coming closer. Could feel them as the air around her became thick with sexual tension.

It was strange that no fear held her. No embarrassment. Just pure excitement. And disbelief. It seemed as if she were meant to be here. An object of their lust. A woman to be pleasured and to be someone else’s pleasure.

Such a simple thought, yet such a complicated feat against the morals that had been drilled into her since an early age. If things hadn’t been so desperate, would she have accepted these three strangers? Truthfully, she’d been lonely out here. No one to talk to except the occasional client who dared to defy the banker-sheriff.

Her occasional client would be greedy. They always were. Not taking the time to pleasure her, he’d just slap the money down and she’d end up sobbing after he was gone. Weeping at what she’d become. But with Logan, it had been different. He’d taken her pleasure into consideration, but would she end up crying into the pillow after he left?

Truly? She hoped not, but probably. He’d brought her a renewed feeling of worth, and with these three men in the room, their gazes on her nude body, their hoarse breaths snapping through the air like whips, she wanted what was to come next. Wanted this bad.

She yelped in surprise when a warm hand cupped her right breast.

“Easy, I’ve got you, babe.” Logan’s tender voice whispered like silk over her alert nerve endings, calming her sudden flare of uneasiness.

Wow, for a few seconds there, she’d been so carefree. Now she seemed to have sunken back into doubt. From her other side, someone cupped her other breast. This hand was calloused, not as hot. But she could smell the soap he’d used out by the pump.

“I’ve got you, too.” She recognized the voice of the one called Spencer.

She nodded clumsily and he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and a finger. Then both of her nipples were being plucked and kneaded. To her surprise, a wondrous pulsing beat sprang between her thighs.