Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

“We’ll see,” she said, and she noticed the heat flare again in his brown eyes. She’d expected an argument, but he seemed pleased with her answer.

“I want you to wear what’s inside this package.” He held out a linen-wrapped item which she reluctantly accepted.

“I want you wearing it and sitting on your bed, waiting for me.”

She nodded. Without another word, he turned away, grabbed the reins of his horse, and walked toward the barn.

You’ll be too busy fighting the pleasure
.
Oh my gosh, had he really said that? My, oh my, he was a confident one in his abilities, wasn’t he?
None of the men she’d serviced had made her feel anything. She just went through the motions and pretended she enjoyed the sex. It would be the same with this guy, she thought as on strangely trembling legs, she headed for her farmhouse, walking a little bit too quickly for her comfort.

* * * *

After bedding his horse in the barn, Logan grabbed one of his saddlebags, emptied out the money, counted half the amount he promised, and stuffed it into an empty feed sack. He eyed the interior of the barn for a good hiding place for the rest of the money and decided on putting it into the hayloft on the second floor. After the money was secure, he grabbed one of his saddlebags and the feed sack with her money in it then headed out to the water pump where, to his surprise, he found a folded towel, face cloth, and a new bar of soap. The woman must have gotten the supplies while he was in the barn.

He gazed at the farmhouse and was pleasantly amused to catch sight of the woman studying him from one of the lower-floor windows. He grinned and waved, enjoying how quickly she disappeared after being caught watching him.

She was definitely the cutest pleasure girl he’d come across. She wore her auburn hair in one thick braid that went down to her mid-back. Her short bangs had been brushed messily to the sides as if she’d been wiping her hair back off her forehead through the day. She looked to be just about as tall as he and as old as his thirty-three years. Her eyes were dark brown, and her lips were full and very kissable-looking. And he swore she’d blushed in the twilight while discussing the terms of their arrangement.

What was up with that? A pleasure girl blushing? Dr. Liz had assured him this woman had been in the business for at least a couple of years and would most likely accommodate him and his friends.

Well, whatever the blushing was about, she’d agreed to some of his terms. Now all he needed to do was wash up. As he grabbed the handle of the pump, he couldn’t stop but gaze around at his surroundings. Shadows were dropping throughout the yard as the golden sun dipped past the snow-capped mountains to the west.

While he was keeping an eye on the place during the day, he’d noticed the barn roof needed reshingling, saw that some of the fences were down, and the rusty windmill squeaked with every gust of wind.

Now, upon closer inspection, he noticed she was struggling just to survive out here. The farmhouse looked in relatively good shape, but it could use a coat of white paint, and a couple of blue shutters needed to fixed before they fell off, plus the farm equipment as well as the truck were covered in dust. He understood why, too. The solar flares had fried most vehicles’ systems, and those that had been fixable needed gasoline. Unfortunately, these days, gasoline was hard to come by.

The Catastrophe had fried the entire world’s electrical grids, the solar flares short-circuiting pretty much everything from nuclear plants to the Internet. He’d heard of the odd nuclear plant melting down Stateside. Realized he’d probably been exposed to radiation fallout. So, maybe his healthy days were numbered, but it was all out of his control, so he just took life one day at a time.

Understandably, it was taking a long time to train survivors as replacement workers for the various factories that made parts needed to get the coal plants, nuclear plants, and other electricity producers up and running again. The lack of electricity had thrown cities, towns, and villages into the dark ages. Looting was rampant. Prices for food and water were skyrocketing.

It seemed everybody that had the ability to make a buck had no problem exploiting the people who needed help. He didn’t like what had happened to humankind. Didn’t like what he’d become, either. Wasn’t proud of the kind of work he had to do in order to help the less fortunate. Unfortunately, his work was illegal and now he was a wanted man.

He inhaled sharply as cold water dashed onto his hand. Fuck! But it was like ice! How in the world had she been able to wash her hands and face earlier? Hell, if she could do it, so could he. Determination made him pump harder. Grabbing a nearby basin, he filled it with water and dumped the wash cloth in.

Removing his jacket, sweater, and T-shirt, he shivered in the cold air, inhaling and cursing as he slapped the wet washcloth and bar of soap against his skin and began washing himself. It was the middle of June, and it felt like a mild winter day.

Cold weather year-round. It was another drawback of the Catastrophe. The weather had changed worldwide. They were calling it the Little Ice Age, compliments of the lack of sunspots, which, after the explosion of solar flares burned out those sunspots that gave the Earth its added heat, had lowered temperatures on Earth. So much for the greenhouse effect.

Logan frowned and reached for the towel. He didn’t want to think about the Catastrophe and what happened right after. That dark time had changed him and made him bitter. He did, however, want to think about that sexy piece of lady in that farmhouse. Right now, she was the one bright spot for him over the next couple of days. He would lose himself inside her.

At the thought of all the sweet things he would do to her tonight, his cock hardened. He was going to enjoy taking her. Enjoy it a lot.

* * * *

Teyla was trembling as she slowly moved to the bedroom window again. He’d seen her watching him earlier, and getting caught had sent the oddest tingles of excitement through her. There was something about him that made her breathless, but in a good way. Something that made her want to watch him. Maybe because now that she was a little less freaked out by his sudden appearance, she realized he was the handsomest guy she’d seen in a long time. Or perhaps because that smile of his when he’d caught her spying on him made her feel so happy-giddy. Made her believe he wouldn’t hurt her.

She peeked out and watched him as he washed his upper torso in the twilight. Muscles rippled across his shoulders and arms as he soaped his hairy chest. He was a big man, she thought as she licked her suddenly dry lips. A very tall man. And he wanted
her
services.

She hadn’t slept with a stranger since first starting out as a pleasure girl more than two years ago. And even those men had been familiar to her. She knew them from church or church gatherings or from the hardware or grocery store. Some had been friends of her husband. Some just acquaintances. Those had been the lucky ones who hadn’t disintegrated, just like her. Sometimes, though, she wondered who exactly had been lucky. The ones who’d gone poof in a second to ash or the ones left behind to mourn and struggle?

She blew out a tense breath as she watched the newcomer’s hand draw toward the clasp on his jeans. His head snapped up, and before she could move away from the window, his gaze captured hers again. Once again, the wicked tingles zipped through her at getting caught, and that cute smile of his as he looked at her made her cheeks grow totally hot.

Chastising herself for being a peeping Thomasina, she moved away from the window. She needed to hurry and get ready. Rushing back into the kitchen to the woodstove where she’d left some water to warm, she grabbed the pot and headed back into her bedroom. She’d wash up in a minute. First, she wanted to take another peek at Dr. Liz’s note.

Liz said he was a friend of a trusted friend who vouched for him and he was looking for her services. Liz explained she’d given him the required physical exam and gave him a clean bill of health. Because Teyla had been so flustered at the stranger, she hadn’t read the rest of the note explaining to her that Dr. Liz would also give his two friends physicals, too, when they showed up and would send along another letter. It was the last sentence that totally caught her attention. Liz asked her to let her know if size really did matter.

Goodness, couldn’t Liz have been more specific than that? Size meaning he was too small? Too big? Too long? What?

Dammit! As if her heart wasn’t racing now at the thought of finding out. She glanced out the window again, and a very erratic butterfly feeling splashed through her lower belly upon discovering he was now totally naked. While washing his lower half, he’d turned his back to her, revealing a very cute ass. She hoped he hadn’t been offended at her gesture of leaving the soap and other items out for him, but he’d looked dusty and she figured he’d like to wash up before...

Oh, lord, Teyla! Stop delaying.

She really needed to hurry and get herself ready. Ripping her gaze from him, she quickly lit some of her oil lamps on the shelves in her room, undressed and washed herself, and gave her wrists and neck a few delicate squirts of her precious perfume.

Then she opened the package he’d given her and gulped at the gorgeous white lace material. It looked beautiful, she thought as she lifted it up and gazed at it. It was sexy. Smashing. He’d given her a sheer floor-length negligee set. By the fresh smell and look of it, it was brand new.

Whispering the delicate material through her fingers, she moaned at the silky softness. She hadn’t touched something this soft in years. She also noticed the side slit would reveal her left leg and hip. A thong panty accompanied the garment, too. The panty had a large hole in the middle, allowing him access to her…

Another shot of warmth into her cheeks made her swear softly beneath her breath. Oh, boy. Could she go through with this? Could she let a complete stranger have sex with her? Share her? She should be running in the other direction, not getting all these mixed emotions raging through her. Want, need, a craving to be loved.

Slipping on the panty, she sighed at the velvety feel against her skin, then moaned as she put on the negligee. It melted against her curves like liquid milk. Admiring the garment’s beauty in the mirror, Teyla smiled. It looked awesome.

The top clung to her breasts like a glove, illuminating them, making them look bigger, and the waist was gathered, making it appear narrower than it really was. The lower part shimmered like ribbons of silk over her hips and legs.

Having something new made her feel almost normal again.

She jumped as a noise at the side of the house snapped her back to reality. He was coming! The sound of stomping feet ascending the outside stairs and crossing the wraparound veranda planked floor had her biting her bottom lip with a sudden bout of anxiety. A quick knock and a creak of the screen door followed by the sound of the other door opening had Teyla hurrying to sit on the bed. Normally, she climbed naked under the covers and waited for her clients that way, but this man was different. He’d given her something to wear, and he would like to see it on her.

Her anxiety mounted, and she clasped her hands into her lap as she heard him enter her home. Her sanctuary.