“Do you think it’ll ever go back to normal?”
Logan heard the hopefulness in her question. Knew she was talking about the cold weather. He also knew he should sugarcoat what he’d heard. Protect her from the truth. It would be better if someone else dashed her hopes. But maybe the truth would be better if it came from him.
“Nothing will ever be the same,” he answered. May as well let her know what he’d heard. “They’re saying it will probably take hundreds of years before the weather returns to normal. But look at the bright side; you’ll have vegetables from your greenhouse, so you’ll never starve.”
She chuckled in agreement. It was a nice, sweet, innocent sound he would like to hear more of.
“So you enjoyed supper?” she asked timidly as they walked into the yard.
“Definitely. And I’m really going to love dessert.”
She smiled shyly, and his heart did a really neat flip. Yeah, he liked her. Liked her a lot.
“I thought the peaches were dessert,” she replied. He could hear her voice was a little husky. He knew she was teasing about the peaches because he also knew she understood what he was talking about. That he wanted more sex from her. She was dessert. He realized he probably would never get tired of her. She was way too refreshing a woman for a man to tire of her.
“I haven’t had dessert yet,” he replied.
He saw the little shiver of anticipation rock through her. Felt it simmering inside him, too. Like a volcano ready to erupt.
Touching her breasts and cuddling with her earlier while she’d prepared supper had only stoked the fires within. He’d wanted to take her right then, but he knew he’d probably come across as a sex-starved, crazed lunatic. He certainly didn’t want her to think that about him. Okay, so he was sex-starved, but a lunatic? Well, maybe. Any man who rode for the Durango gang had to have some loose screws. They were a Robin Hood type gang. Steal from the rich and give to the poor. Give to themselves first, as well as their own selected charities. The best part of his job was when they’d ride by a derelict house with bawling, hungry babies and people living there wearing nothing but soiled clothing. They’d drop off some money on the porch or one of them would ride up to the lady of the house and hand her the money, telling her to buy milk for the kids.
The women appreciated that, especially if they were alone with kids. Perhaps giving to the poor was to ease their conscience? Hell, he didn’t care. Just as long as those rich bastards got screwed for taking advantage of people. He stifled the threat of the familiar red-hot anger that always came when he thought of those so-called capitalists who were jacking up the prices unnecessarily and refocused his attention on Teyla.
“I haven’t seen any signs of hired hands. Do you run your greenhouse and the land by yourself?” He didn’t notice any tilled land, so he already knew the answer. But he just wanted to make sure she really was all alone out here.
“I run this place myself. I did have a horse until recently, but he died. Buried him over there on that hill beside my husband.”
He followed to where she pointed off to the south and noticed a pond and behind it, a small hill. Yeah, that would be the hubby who turned to ash. Just like millions of others during the Catastrophe.
He caught some tears sparkling in her eyes, and he resisted the urge to put a comforting arm across her shoulders. No emotions, my man. Those are the rules. He would be here for only another day and a night, and then he’d be gone, rejoining with the Durango Gang and taking from the rich to give to the poor.
Yeah, he knew he was doing wrong. But hell, so were the rich guys. And he also knew two wrongs didn’t make it right. One day he’d have to quit and make amends, but maybe not for a very long time.
They walked up the stairs, and she unlocked the door in silence. He resisted the urge to check around her home, just to make sure no one had slipped inside while they’d been out. Man, he needed to shrug off this feeling of being hunted or he wouldn’t enjoy the rest of his time here with her. Making a conscious effort to pretend life was normal, he helped her off with her cardigan. Hanging it up on a nearby hook, he got rid of his jacket, too.
It was nice and warm in here compared to outside, and as she walked toward the sink, he realized he didn’t want her washing the dishes or doing any type of work, except being with him. He wanted her now. Bad.
Reaching out, he grabbed her arm and twirled her around. Her sweet mouth went into an “O” shape of surprise and he just couldn’t resist her any longer. The minute he melted his mouth over hers, the intense need sliced through his system like an explosion. Since he’d touched her earlier, his cock had remained heavy and swollen, painfully erect, pressing way too insistently against the tight prison of his jeans. Now all he wanted to do was get his clothes off and sink his aching cock deep inside her warmth.
As he kissed her deeper, he felt her palms slip against the back of his neck, pressing him harder against her mouth.
Oh, yeah, he liked this woman.
He plundered her lips. They were cool from outside, and he tasted their dewy freshness. He drove his tongue into her willing mouth and loved the fact she accepted him with ease and eagerness. She moaned softly, the sound sexy and sultry, filled with need. He growled as her cool hands slid from his neck, her palms sliding erotically over his chest down to the clasp on his jeans. She popped it open and he heard the zipper lowering. His knees weakened with the fierce need rushing through his bloodstream, but he forced himself to grab her wrists. To stop her.
She whimpered as he broke the kiss and appreciation slammed through him at the pink pleasure washing her face. Her lips were red and swollen from his kiss, her eyes glazed with sexual heat. He saw the question in her look. The one that asked if she’d done something wrong.
“Not yet. I need to prepare you before we go any further. Prepare you for the others. For tomorrow.”
Fear and excitement flared in her eyes. They warred for a few seconds but the excitement won.
“Go into the bedroom and get naked on the bed. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
“You’re torturing me here,” she breathed, reluctantly leaving his arms and doing as he instructed. He liked that she followed his orders. Liked that she was so eager to climb into bed with him again.
Logan grinned. “That makes two of us.”
When she entered the other room, he sighed heavily as the yearning to take her raged through him. Strolling to the woodstove, he seized a couple of split logs from the pile, opened the cast-iron door, and shoved the wood inside onto the flickering fire. Then he grabbed what he needed from his saddlebag, pocketing it before he lifted the pot of hot, steaming water off the top of the stove and poured some into a nearby ceramic basin. He dashed the hot water with some cold water from a nearby bucket and dipped in his finger, making sure it wasn’t too hot.
Ensuring the door was locked, he noted she hadn’t drank the whiskey he’d poured earlier during supper. That was okay. Maybe she just wasn’t the drinking kind of girl, and he realized she was the first pleasure girl that didn’t drink when he’d offered.
He spiraled a finger around the neck of his whiskey bottle, positioned the lone oil lamp in his palm and grabbed the basin with water, then entered the bedroom. There was enough of a glow splashing from the lamp he held and from the fire glittering in the hearth that he could make her out sitting on the bed. Her lower half was covered beneath a comforter, but her breasts were exposed. A shaft of desire ripped through him at the sight of her large, suckable nipples.
Control, my man. Control. You need to prepare her. Then you can take her as much as you want.
He ignored her and his throbbing cock as best as possible as he deposited the ceramic tub filled with warm water onto the dresser and headed into the adjoining bathroom.
Teyla’s heart hammered a mile a minute as she listened to Logan rummaging around in her bathroom. What was he up to with the ceramic basin? Why was he in the bathroom again? When he reappeared in the doorway, her lower belly fluttered with appreciation at how wide his shoulders looked. She couldn’t get over how wonderful she felt just gazing upon him and how it seemed as if she’d known him for like ever.
He strolled with confidence in his long strides as he walked toward the dresser. He appeared as if he wasn’t in a hurry. As if he didn’t have the same urgency running through him as she did.
Damn him. Why did he affect her so much? Why did she want him to be inside of her so badly? It was a nerve-racking need she’d never experienced before.
Warily she watched as he placed a towel, lather brush, and a bar of soap on top of the dresser. He took a swig from his whiskey bottle before dragging another throwaway razor from his pocket, thrusting off the plastic protective cap and then dousing the blade area with whiskey.
“Umm, did you want me to shave your face?” Surely he didn’t expect her to give him another shave down there?
“I’m going to do the shaving,” he reassured her. His next words made her want to bolt. “On your pussy.”
She swallowed as nervousness skittered through her. “My…”
“The boys like their pussy nude,” he interrupted. “You’ll also be more sensitive toward the pleasure.”
Oh, of course. For a brief moment she’d forgotten she was merely here to be their pleasure toy. He frowned and looked at her kind of funny, but she plastered on a smile. One she suddenly didn’t really feel. But she needed to remember her agreement with him. He could do what he wished, and she was a pleasure girl. His wish was her command.
Her disappointment faded quickly as she watched him drop a face cloth in the steaming water. Having him shave her would be an interesting experience, she realized, and tried hard to control her rapid breathing.
“Where did you want me?” She tried to inject a professional tone into her voice, but it came out breathy and low. Too sensual, dammit.
“Over here on the side of the bed. On the edge like last time. Legs up on the bed with your knees wide apart. While I shave you, I want you to play with your nipples. Want you ready for me when I take you.”
She swallowed as his husky spoken words draped over her like velvet. Her lower belly clenched and her pussy quivered as she thrust the sheets off her. She got into the position, across the bed, then lay on her back, bringing her ass as close to him and the edge of the bed as possible before bringing her knees up and spreading her legs for him.
His gaze was smoldering as he looked between her thighs and licked his lower lip.
He nodded to her. “Play with yourself.”
She bit her bottom lip and found her nipples. They were already hard and sensitive as she pinched and feathered them. Her breathing quickened even more as she reacted to her touches. His breaths also came faster and louder as he watched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and then he reached into the basin, bringing out the steaming face cloth. He waited a moment, probably thinking it was too hot, before he squeezed the cloth then lowered it over her pussy. Heat exploded against her flesh, and she moaned at the intensity of the contact. He tucked the edges of the hot cloth in against the sides of her labia and went about lathering up the soap with the lathering brush.
He didn’t say anything as he worked. The slow and easy way he moved the lather brush loaded with frothy, raspberry-scented soap and then followed up with the razor was in direct contrast to the quick way his eyes were darting to her face to catch her gaze. Then to watch her touching her breasts. Then down to where he moved her labia this way or that while he worked on shaving her pussy.
When he finished cleaning away the soapy areas with water and the cloth, he finally spoke. “I want to prepare you now. For the others. Turn over onto your belly.”
She nodded and sat up. She set a couple of pillows on the bed and then lay down on her stomach, angling her hips over the pillows.
She inhaled sharply as his warm palms smoothed over her ass cheeks. His fingers trailed along the crack, and he hesitated when she tensed as he touched her tight sphincter.
“Easy, baby. Loosen up,” he murmured.
She breathed harshly, tried to relax and waited anxiously as he smoothed his palms once again over her ass cheeks. He was taking his time, she realized. Calming her with his touch like a master would try to calm a frightened mare.
“Breathe deeply. Breathe slowly,” he whispered. The gentle sound of his voice had her relaxing.
“Dr. Elizabeth said you’ve done anal before,” he said a moment later.
“I have,” she answered truthfully, feeling her cheeks heat. The couple of regulars who enjoyed anal had small cocks. Nothing compared to the size of Logan.
“The plugs I saw in the bathroom drawer aren’t going to stretch you enough for my boys. I have a bigger one. Unused. No need to worry about that.”
Arousal slashed through her. Her pussy creamed at the thought of his friends being as big as Logan. To her surprise, he slapped her ass. Hard. Her skin stung and she gasped at the unexpected impact. He slapped her ass a few more times until her skin burned and she was gripping the comforter tightly against the hot blaze. To tell the truth, the erotic way he slapped her seemed caring compared to how the other guys she entertained did it. Erotic, indeed, and arousing.
“Nice and pink. I like a blushing ass. I can’t wait to take you, Teyla. My cock is so hard and swollen just thinking about the boys watching me taking you in the rear.”
Teyla swallowed at the visions his confession whipped up. Her tied to the bed while men took turns fucking her ass. Oh, boy, she shouldn’t be thinking about this. Shouldn’t be getting so excited. He was just a job. What he wanted was just her job. She shouldn’t be anticipating the arrival of two more strangers as much as she was. It just wasn’t normal.
His hands curved over her warm cheeks again, and she couldn’t help but move her buttocks against his palms as sweet need swept through her. Yes, she did want Logan to do her first. To give her the pleasure first. She blew out a long, slow breath and held the comforters tighter.
A moment later, he smoothed his hands away, and she heard the sound of plastic ripping. It was followed by water tinkling in the basin. She angled her head so she could watch and caught glimpses of a huge black butt plug, one end tapered and the shaft almost as thick as Logan’s cock.
She creamed and trembled at the same time as a mixture of emotions charged through her. Nervousness at not being able to relax enough to take the plug and excitement at how it would feel buried inside her. All her clients were average-sized when it came to their cocks. The two who did anal were small, so she’d had little problem wearing the plugs she had. No problems taking their cocks inside her.
She always made it a habit to prepare herself with a plug a day or two before an anal regular came to visit. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t totally relax this time? Because of the unexpectedness of this stranger’s arrival and the large size of the plug?
The sound of her lube jar, the one she kept on her dresser, opening, had her eyes widening. She watched his fingers dip into the jar. He came out with a generous amount and smeared it liberally over the tapered end of the plug.
His eyes looked dark with intent as his gaze moved from the plug to study her ass. Fire whipped through her and she could see the need pulsing through his eyes. Could feel it building through her, too. He placed the plug down on the towel, and she whimpered as his lubed finger touched her tight sphincter and he pushed past her protesting muscles. She heard him groan as her muscles gripped his fingers with wanton welcome.
His other lubed finger slipped against her clit and she gasped as he began a splendid massage that had her writhing. While he seduced her clit, a finger pushed deeper into her ass. The pressure of the entry had her breathing deeply as she struggled to relax. A second lubed finger entered her ass. She accepted him, her muscles eager and gripping. She moaned at the sensations, the pressure and the wicked burn of entry.
It was quiet in here, in her bedroom. Quiet, except for the sounds of her soft moans and the squish of lube as he continued his seductive massage on her clit. She could feel the warm wetness pool between her thighs, the push toward oblivion. The bliss beyond reach.
Lubed fingers stretched deeper into her ass, explored and caressed, and then he began a gentle pumping motion. Every entry went deeper, and she was shifting her hips on the pillows, widening her legs, needing a quicker, firmer pressure on her clit, a faster rhythm in her ass.
She whimpered as erotic sensations grabbed and took hold. He was pushing her toward an orgasm and then his voice split through the silence and pulled her back to reality.
“Easy, baby, I don’t want you to come yet.”
No, please. Now. She wasn’t sure if she said it out loud or not, but she cried out in disappointment as he withdrew his fingers and he moved away.
“I’m putting in the plug next, baby. Just a bit more time and then I’ll take you,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
Anticipation rocked her. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, and she moaned as the lubed, flared tip of the plug gently sank into her. Heat burned through her as the pressure built.
Oh, my! It feels so big!
“I know you’re not used to the size,” he said gently. “This plug is almost as big as myself and the boys.”
The boys. She inhaled sharply at the thought of three men taking her tomorrow.
“Take some deep breaths, baby. It’ll pinch then I’ll make you feel better.”
Her breaths sawed in and out as she fought to control them. Incredible pressure continued to build. Finally the plug stopped, fully buried. The immense size felt odd lodged in her. Odd, but in a good way, and she inhaled in relief.
“I have another surprise for you,” he murmured. “But first I want you to stand beside the bed and wait for me to come back.”
She nodded numbly and gasped as the thick plug wedged even deeper inside her as she stood. He disappeared into the kitchen, taking the basin of water with him.
“I know you’re really wet for me, so I want you to play with your clit,” he called out from the other room. She could hear the rip of plastic, the splash of water and she wondered what in the world he was up to next? “Play gently,” he called out. “Keep yourself humming for me. Don’t bring yourself off. I will do that for you.”
“O…okay,” she managed to say in a breathy voice that sounded so not like hers. Her legs were trembling as she stood, her pussy tight and needy, her inner thighs drenched with warm cream and the lube he’d used.
She stood in front of the mirror, watching herself as she widened her legs. Panting, she touched her clit and watched her eyes flare with heat. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes twinkled with a rare happiness.
Her heart beat madly as she gingerly massaged her clit and played with her nipples. She became so entranced watching herself, she didn’t hear Logan enter the bedroom until she smelled him. Then he was touching her backside with something and peering over her shoulder, catching her gaze in the mirror. She inhaled harshly at the lust written all over his face. Lust and raw need.
“I’ve got a thick, black dildo for you. I want to fuck you with it. Watch you come while I’m fucking you.”
Her pussy clenched. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as he instructed her to place her hands on the bureau, widen her legs more, and stick out her butt.
His instructions were driving her wild. Obediently, she did what he told her to do and splayed her palms on top of the bureau, feeling the cool, smooth wood beneath her fingers as she waited. Then he disappeared from her view, and she realized he’d dropped to his knees behind her. She swallowed at the feel of the smooth head of the dildo lodged against her vaginal opening.
“Take it in, Teyla. Take it all the way in,” he said softly as he slid the huge dildo slowly into her. Because of the plug, her vagina was ultra-tight, and she fought to breathe as he withdrew and softly entered her again. And again. Going deeper into her with every erotic thrust. Her pussy muscles clenched and she could feel the elevated veins on the toy as she gripped it, sucking it into her. She moaned and whimpered as a stimulator pressed against her clit. Cried out as he withdrew and then plunged into her again. The dildo stretched her as she’d never been stretched before.
She gazed in the mirror. Watched her eyelids droop. Saw him standing there behind her again, studying her while he thrust in and out, until she was panting and gyrating her hips and loving the hard, long, thick dildo plunging in and out of her. Sensations burst through her, rocked her.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as the thrusting had her teetering toward an orgasm.
“Are you going to come?” he asked.
“Yes,” she gasped and readied herself.
“No,” he whispered and the dildo didn’t come back in.
No? Teyla moaned, blinking in surprise. She stared at herself in the mirror and her mouth hung open in an unattained gasp of frustration.
He moved her to the bed.
“Climb in,” he ordered sharply, his voice hoarse with arousal.
She climbed in, holding up the covers for him to join her. He grabbed a condom, and a moment later he had it on. Once beside her, he quickly swept her into his arms.
“Get on top of me. Ride me,” he whispered into her ear. Ride him?
Oh, my, this command was a nice change. Most of her clients went directly for the missionary position.
Getting on her hands and knees, she whipped away the covers and caught the intense way he gazed up at her. That sexy look made her tummy hollow out in such a nice way.
Squatting over him, she lowered herself and angled her pussy over his engorged erection until she felt the smooth cockhead nudge against her vaginal opening.
He grinned up at her again. That damned smile of his flipped her out, distracting her from the job with all these butterfly sensations running through her body. Wasn’t she supposed to be pleasuring him? Instead, he was making her feel so wicked and wantonly hot, it was sinful.
His gaze raked her breasts as she maneuvered over his torso. He reached up, his hands melting like liquid fire over her waist as he guided her into the proper position over his engorged cock. She descended, her pussy enveloping his large girth. They both inhaled together as she crouched lower, his cock impaling her, the pressure unbelievable due to the plug in her ass.
“That’s the way, babe,” he whispered and hissed as he lifted her and brought her down onto his shaft again. Harder this time, making the breath suck right out of her lungs. Gosh, this felt so good.
She forced herself to keep her eyes open and study his reaction. His brown eyes were glazed with arousal, and his smiling mouth twitched as he lifted her and brought her down on him again and again. As pleasure sparkled through her, she surveyed the dark, sexy stubble on his face, the thick column of his neck, his heavily muscled chest and arms. And his scent. Oh, wow, she really did like his scent. So alive and potent, it had her inhaling it deeply into her lungs, and she felt her skin get nice and warm and her heart felt happy.
She noticed his smile had faded away and he was really looking at her, too, and really liking what he saw. Oh, man, she was reading way too much into this again. Bad girl. Then the tips of his mouth twitched again as if he wanted to smile but he was holding himself back. That small movement ripped her out of her daydream state. Yep, better get back to reality or the guy was going to think she was some sort of nitwit.
As he brought her down again, his erection plunged deeper inside of her. She gyrated against his pelvis and he groaned. Her body tightened as carnal sensations grabbed and took hold. She could feel him tensing, knew he was going to come right along with her.
Mindless pleasure zapped out of nowhere, slamming into her. She bucked and gyrated as the pleasure raced through her like bolts of lightning. Oh, if this wasn’t heaven, then she didn’t know what it was.
He moaned raggedly, and the erotic sound just about drove her crazy. She rode him as hard as she could, gyrating her hips against him while he held tight to her breasts. Soon they were both sailing into the abyss of scorching passion, and Teyla knew she’d never experienced anything so beautiful in her life.