He led her behind the barn to the glass greenhouse. It was a large building, sheltered from the north by the barn. The greenhouse was about fifty feet long by about forty feet wide. Only the southern exposure consisted of glass panes. Some panes were broken and patched haphazardly with plastic sheets.
“They did a wonderful job with the door,” she exclaimed as she let go of his hand and ran to the greenhouse. She examined the leather strips that the guys had nailed to the door and the frame of the building.
“They made hinges out of the leather!” she gushed.
“It appears they are handier than I thought.” Logan chuckled as she shook her head in amazement.
“The old rusty metal hinges snapped in two and right off a few weeks back during a really bad wind storm when I accidentally left the door ajar one time.”
“Those storms can be scary,” he admitted.
The thought of her enduring frightening storms all by herself out here snapped at his protective side. He forced himself to push that feeling aside.
“I didn’t have any replacements. They cost an arm and a leg in town, so I just moved the door back and forth. And it was always so heavy. Sometimes I was so tired I couldn’t move it into place as best as it should have and the building lost lots of heat.”
He inspected their handiwork and felt proud at how tight the door fit the frame and the fact they’d screwed in a heavy-duty leather loop that would fit over a long nail and would help keep the door closed. The door was a sheet of heavy-duty glass framed by solid oak and certainly did look heavy. Too heavy for a pretty woman.
Oh, man, she needed help around here. He could clearly see that. She needed someone to slap a coat of white paint on the farmhouse, some red paint on the barn. Fill in the cracks of the foundation in the buildings. Replace the shingles fluttering off the roof of the farmhouse.
She needed a man around here to help her run the place. To protect her from storms and creeps like that banker-sheriff who one day wouldn’t take no for an answer from her. She needed a man… like himself?
He jolted at that thought and cursed silently to himself. He wasn’t through with his revenge. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
She opened the greenhouse door with ease and ushered him inside. It smelled of earth and flowers in here. It smelled normal.
They stopped just inside the door where she reached for an oil lamp hanging on a post. She struck a match from a match box she unwrapped from a plastic encasing, and in an instant, a buttery glow from the lamp fell across her face.
Her eyes were twinkling with pride as she led him down the main aisle. There were many rows filled with boxes lining both sides of the aisle. Boxes filled with dirt. Some, to his surprise, had little green sprouts shooting up. Other boxes were bare of dirt or had dirt but no plants. While other boxes contained plants in various stages of growth. He recognized carrot tops and spinach. One box was filled with Boston lettuce. Other boxes were filled with plants he didn’t recognize. But it all looked so healthy, and he felt pride sift through him that this woman wasn’t as helpless out here as he’d thought.
“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.
When they came down together, he kept his cock inside her as he held her while the violent tremors ebbed through her vagina. His embrace was wonderful and soothing and before long, she realized he was talking to her in soft tones, telling her that the other two men wanted to take her, too.
“I want to watch them take you,” he whispered against her throat, and he was kissing her there then licking behind her earlobe and his hands were settling on her waist again. Those two hot brands were firm and confident against her flesh. As if he knew she would accept more sex. And she knew she would. She wanted him to watch her be taken by another man. Other men.
God, she was creaming at the thought of it. She had to be insane. Was she?
Just then, she heard a noise and her eyes snapped open, and as she looked over Logan’s shoulder, she spied Cassidy and Spencer standing not more than ten feet away. Now it made sense what he’d just said about wanting to watch the other two take her.
They stared at her with lust in their eyes and shivers of excitement ripped through her. She noticed Cassidy holding the tube of lube and Spencer holding a box of condoms and a blanket from her house. Oh, God, it looked like she was in for a long night.
Suddenly she became so aware of all three men. Everything else seemed to shift into the background. The music, the green plants in the various boxes surrounding them, even the Areola Borealis that flickered overhead through the greenhouse glass panes.
Nothing else existed. Just her sitting here on the cool, packed earth of the table box and Logan. And Cassidy and Spencer.
Logan stopped kissing her and lifted her off the table. Her legs trembled from the after sex, and she could smell herself. Smell her arousal as it floated through the air. Logan held her hand as they watched Cassidy open the blanket and lay it upon a wide open space in the middle of her greenhouse. Her breathing grew faster as the two undressed. She realized that this was actually the first time she could fully see Spencer and Cassidy’s cocks, and boy, they were big. So big that she felt all warm and tingly at the idea they would be fucking her soon. Right here. Right now.
Her mouth became dry as Logan led her onto the middle of the blanket. She recognized it as one that she kept on the couch in the living room. A knitted blanket that she’d once liked to cuddle up with in her other life when she’d sit in front of the warm, flickering living room fireplace at night, waiting for her late husband to come home from working in the fields.
But there was no more husband, and oddly enough, she didn’t feel the least bit sad this time around because she had Logan. And his two friends. Friends who wanted to fuck her. And she wanted them to. Wanted to lose herself in the pleasure and simply forget everything.
Logan gave her hand a squeeze before letting go and stepping away, leaving her there, alone with the two strangers. He drifted off into the darkness, and she could hear him breathing back there somewhere. Could imagine him watching them. Stroking himself. Pleasuring himself. Holding his cock in his hands. Maybe squeezing his large, swollen sac.
Sweet mercy, she was shivering again. Trembling as the two naked men reached out and began touching her arms with feather-light touches. They were getting her used to their touches and she found herself looking down and saw their cocks, already fully erect, continue to grow.
Cassidy’s cock was flushed a deeper shade than Spencer’s. Bigger than Spencer’s, too, with a giant mushroom-shaped cockhead and bulging veins interlacing the entire length of his shaft. And Spencer’s cock was tremendously thick and so long. The longest she’d ever seen. And both men’s scrotums were huge and swollen. She reached out and took each of their sacs into her palms and held them. Squeezed and pinched them gently.
They both moaned in approval, their gazes flashing with desire. They kept touching her, their hands feathering over her hips, her thighs, her buttocks. She was creaming, her pleasure juices literally dripping along the insides of her thighs.
Their eyes became glazed as she played with their scrotums. Their breaths were harsh and loud. They smelled good, too. Of the soap she’d left by the water pump and of fresh air.
They moved closer to her, their hips touching her, their hands roaming along her belly, her breasts.
“We were watching as Logan fucked you,” Spencer said softly, his green eyes twinkling in the dim light. Her tummy flipped with a wonderful feeling, knowing they’d been there. They would know that something special had formed between Logan and herself. They would know she belonged to him. This time, that last thought didn’t seem at all impossible.
“You looked so hot dancing for him,” Cassidy murmured. “We wanted to take you so bad, but we knew Logan wanted you even worse.”
“Now you both have me,” she whispered, feeling overwhelmed by their intimate touches, knowing that Logan was watching, waiting. “Take me. Any way you want me.”
She knew Logan would appreciate her offering herself to them. Pleasing him was the only thing she wanted to do right now. Funny, with Logan she wanted him to pleasure her, but with the two guys, she wanted to please them.
And then Cassidy grabbed her around the wrist, urging her to let go of his scrotum. Reluctantly, she did and she whimpered as both men sheathed themselves in protection, Cassidy also lubing himself before he moved behind her, his hands coming to her waist like two hot brands. His generously lubed, condom-sheathed cock slid into her ass. She moaned and squirmed at the fierce pressure.
“Spread your legs wide,” Spencer instructed. He dropped to his knees in front of her and leaned in, his warm breath caressing her pussy. She opened her legs to him and his head dipped in.
He parted her labia with his tongue and lapped at her juices, the bristly edges of his tongue feeling oh-so-fine. Then he sucked her clit into his hot mouth and massaged her with his tongue, sending tremors raging through her, knocking her senses off-balance, making her cry out and grab his shoulders for support.
“Man, wicked tight,” Cassidy moaned from behind her as he withdrew and plunged his cock into her ass again. God, but he was huge, she thought and she hissed as he came out and sunk into her again. Between her legs, Spencer was lapping at her like crazy, rocking her world.
Then his mouth left her, and he rubbed his hard body against hers as he stood. Cassidy withdrew and she heard him whisper something to Spencer. She wasn’t sure what, because her ears were buzzing and her heart was thumping from the lust lashing her body. She cried out as Spencer’s large cock slid into her wet pussy, sending pinpricks of pain and pleasure roaring through her. He impaled her balls deep and his luscious, firm lips fused over hers, flaring her nerves.
Both men began a mind-shattering rhythm as they sandwiched her in the middle of them. One cock in, the other cock out. Their hips danced against hers with their every driving plunge, searing her closer to an orgasm.
Perspiration blossomed over her flesh and her body tightened, readying for the explosion of pleasure she was sure to come. But then they backed off, their thrusts slowing, leading her away from the edge of bliss. They fucked her that way for a while, bringing her to the edge and then slowing their thrusts until her body tightened and neared climax and then they backed off again.
Finally, Spencer stopped kissing her and buried his mouth against the crevice of her neck and shoulder, his tongue lapping erotically against her sensitized flesh. She thought she heard Logan gasping nearby and opened her eyes to see him standing close; both his hands were quickly massaging his engorged cock. His gaze captured hers and held hers, sending signals for her to let herself go. To let herself enjoy these men who were fucking her. It was strange that she would seek his permission to orgasm, but that’s what she was doing.
The erotic sight of Logan, the fact that he was truly enjoying watching her getting fucked had her creaming harder. Behind her, she could feel Cassidy’s hands grip her waist firmer and Spencer’s fingers curled tighter around her shoulders as they both bucked into her. Their bodies shivered, and she cut herself loose, too.
Closing her eyes, she exploded on a cry. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure cascaded over her, embraced her, loved her. The effects were so deep and so utterly wonderful, she literally felt her mind being sucked into a vortex of colors and her body torn apart by wrenching, awesome convulsions. It was raw, blinding, and beautiful. Perfect.
The three of them took turns fucking her through the night, and it wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning they all flopped into her king-sized bed, exhausted. Logan spooned against her backside while Spencer and Cassidy slept on her other side, snoring softly.
Logan gingerly stroked her hair, murmuring for her to get some sleep, but despite feeling exhausted from all that delicious sex, sleep was the last thing she wanted.
“I don’t want to go sleep,” she confessed as she grabbed his hand and pulled it over her shoulder and onto her left breast. He cupped her and held her. His hand was hot and felt so nice.
“You’re tired. You should close your eyes and sleep,” Logan urged. She could hear the sleepiness in his voice, too. Felt it tugging at her. Felt it pulling her under. She struggled against it. She truly did. But she felt as if she’d been drugged. In a good way.
“I don’t want you to go,” she breathed. She wasn’t even sure she said it out loud. Maybe she was already asleep. Maybe she was already dreaming? She tightened her embrace on him. No, she didn’t want him to go.
I don’t want you to go.
Oh, man, those words destroyed Logan, and he knew they would haunt him for the rest of his life. He literally had to force himself not to tell her he would never leave her. No use in saying it. No use in lying.
He sighed heavily and winced as her fingers tightened around his wrist where she gripped him while he cupped her luscious breast. Fuck, but she had dammed good strength. Yeah, she was strong. She would survive out here. She’d survive without him. She had to.
Teyla knew they were gone the instant she sifted through the heavy layers of sleep that had kept her hostage in a land of black and peace. She swore she’d never slept so deeply. Swore she’d never felt as alive and happy as when she awoke. But then realization that the bed was empty ripped away her happiness and tore her heart apart. Logan was gone and the rest of the money Logan owed her had been settled on the bed beside her so she wouldn’t miss it. Emotions, dark and deep, slashed through her. Loss flooded her and she sobbed into her pillow most of the day and into that night.
But she was strong. She would survive this. She had to.
Heart Creek, two days later
“Hands off Teyla Sutton or I cut off your balls. Understood?” Logan breathed against the son of a bitch banker and self-appointed lawman’s ear. The man nodded eagerly, but Logan pressed the barrel of his gun harder against the man’s temple.
“If I ever hear that you’ve been sniffing around her again, word will get back to me. Rest assured if that happens, your balls are mine. This money will pay in full what is owed to you by her. Understood? You stay away from her. Don’t go to her place. Don’t talk to her. Don’t so much as look at her. Understood?”
Again, the man nodded eagerly, his big, pudgy body trembling against Logan. His long moustache tickled the side of Logan’s chin.
Cassidy dropped the satchel of money onto the ground in front of the banker. The satchel contained their entire share of the loot from the heist, minus what he’d left for Teyla. Only moments earlier Logan, Spencer, and Cassidy had dragged the man into the secluded alley after they’d identified the man they’d been looking for. “Sign this.”
The man hesitated as Logan handed him a pen and thrust a paper in front of the guy’s face. “W…Where?”
“Use the wall.” Logan nodded to Cassidy and Spencer who were still holding the man’s arms tight, preventing him from escaping. They pushed him up against the wall, and Logan placed the paper where the man had easy reach to it. As he lifted his hand, it shook so badly, Logan feared he might not be able to sign the papers stating Teyla Sutton’s mortgage was all paid off and no one had any further claim on her land. Logan had even gone so far as hiring the local lawyer, some young punk, who looked legitimate enough, to write up the proper legal form. Several townsfolk had vouched for his legitimacy.
Logan held his breath as the creep signed.
“And don’t even think about saying you signed under duress. Or I’ll cut off your cock along with your balls and hang my trophy off the side of my saddle. Understood? Now head back to your office and hire someone to ride out to her place and give her the deed, stating the land is hers, full and clear.”
“Y…yes, sir. Yes, sir,” the man clambered.
“Remember, someone will be watching you. If you do something I don’t like…” Logan let his warning words dangle in the cold night air.
“Y…yes, sir…I…understand.”
Logan nodded again, and Spencer and Cassidy let him go. The banker raced off down the alley, falling twice over his shaking legs and never looking back. Logan didn’t miss the fact a large wet spot appeared between the man legs. Obviously the banker had wet his pants.
Good. The man should be scared.
“Do you think he’ll follow through on your demands?” Cassidy asked as they watched him turn the corner and disappear from sight.
“If he knows what’s good for him,” Logan said coolly. If the weasel so much as did anything to Teyla, Logan would make sure that creep was a dead man.