Logan found himself smiling as he listened to Teyla’s soft breathing against his ear. They’d fallen asleep last night after that wild orgasm. Her on top of him, him still impaled inside of her. Just feeling her warm pussy clenched around his cock as she slept had him hardening quickly.
Man, he’d never been so damned horny with a woman before. Usually, after a couple of fast fucks, he’d lose interest in the chick, but not with this one. He resisted the urge to reach up and stroke her hair. Resisted the urge to roll her over and start fucking her again. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy how sweet it felt having her curves pressed up against him.
Yeah, real sweet. He could get used to this. Real used to this.
“A penny for your thoughts,” a familiar male voice suddenly whispered from somewhere nearby and to his right.
Hell! If he hadn’t immediately recognized the voice of one his partners, Spencer Greer, he’d be very caught right now, wouldn’t he?
Shit! How come he hadn’t heard anything? Man, he was really living on the edge with this woman, wasn’t he?
“You can open your eyes, we know you’re awake,” his other partner, Cassidy Cane, murmured softly, obviously not wanting to wake up Teyla.
Logan opened his eyes and found the two men grinning down at him, very amused at having found him in this compromising position.
“She certainly does look good on you.” Cassidy chuckled.
“And he means that quite literally,” Spencer whispered.
“Great sense of humor, boys. Now get lost, I want some privacy.”
“Privacy? Since when? You’ve never been bashful about being naked in front of us before.”
There hadn’t been quite this kind of woman before, he thought to himself.
He detected a shift in her breathing, realized she was slowly coming out of sleep mode. The last thing he wanted was for her to meet the guys while they were leering down at her.
“Fuck off, gentlemen, the lady is waking up, and I don’t want your ugly mugs to scare her off. You’ll meet her in a bit.”
“Your wish is our command, oh, master.” Cane’s grin widened, and he did a low, sweeping bow before Spencer’s nudge urged him out of the bedroom.
Just in time, too, because Teyla’s pretty, dark brown eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, and damned if his heart didn’t do one hell of a neat flip. Oh, man, he was falling way too hard for this chick. He needed to freeze his heart. Keep this emotionless. It was after all, just a business transaction between them.
“I think I heard someone,” she whispered, her entire body tensing.
“Yeah, well that would be the boys,” he admitted.
She blinked sleepily, as if trying to figure out what he was saying and then recognition snapped through her face. Her smile wobbled and she swallowed. He wasn’t sure if she was afraid or if she was nervous or excited, or maybe all three? Maybe he should ask her if she’d changed her mind?
“When did they come?” she asked and as she made a move to get off him, she inhaled softly, realizing he was still buried inside her. He could feel her vaginal muscles clench around his shaft a whole lot tighter.
Fuck, but she was sweet. The guys would appreciate her, just as much as he did. And he wanted to watch her get fucked. It was a fetish of his. To share. Man, he wanted to fuck her again. Now. But he’d wait. They had all day.
He forced the warmth out of his heart. Forced the emotions from him, as well. Had she been his woman, he would have broken her in slowly. Just as he’d done his wife. But hell, those days were gone.
“Get dressed,” he ordered. She winced at the coldness in his voice and guilt slammed into him like a sledgehammer. He swore softly beneath his breath as she wiggled off him, her warm cunt reluctantly letting go of his stiff cock.
“I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time. Make yourself pretty for them. They’ve been without a woman for a long time.”
She nodded, and as she stood, she grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped herself in it as if she were enveloping herself in a yellow cocoon, protecting herself from him.
Damn it! He was an asshole for acting so cold toward her.
He got out of bed, found his jeans, and climbed into them. He tried to ignore how cute she looked with that waterfall of messy, silky brown hair tumbling all around her body while she watched him dress. Tried to resist this overwhelming urge to take her into his arms and give her a mind-blowing kiss. He took a step toward her, but laughter from the other two men from the kitchen area stopped him dead in his tracks.
Yeah, he needed to cool down. To get out there and away from her, or he’d end up in here the rest of the day. He needed to get updates from the boys regarding the posse and if they’d heard from the rest of the gang.
Grabbing his shirt, he headed for the bedroom door. When he reached it, he hesitated. He didn’t want to leave without at least apologizing for his gruff order a moment earlier.
When he turned around, his damned heart felt all warm and fuzzy as he saw that she was still watching him. Her cheeks were flushed; maybe she was embarrassed at the guys being here already? Or maybe she was just plain aroused at the prospect of three men taking her? Well, whatever the case, she sure did look pretty with her hair all messy like that. No, more than pretty. She looked so damned sultry he wanted to kiss her yet again. Kiss away that pretty pout marring those pink, luscious lips.
“I had a real good time last night. I just wanted to thank you for that,” he blurted.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t smile. Hell, what did he expect, anyways? It wasn’t like they were lovers or something. Silently, he kicked himself in his ass for having feelings of guilt, opened the door, and stepped out of the room.
When Cassidy and Spencer saw him enter the kitchen, they must have noticed his confused state, because they suddenly stopped chuckling and eyed him with concern.
“What?” Spencer asked as he sat on the chair Teyla had used last night while they’d eaten the potatoes, bacon, and peaches.
Spencer had taken Logan’s chair, his hand clutched around the empty peach can. If the guy had been trying to suck the last drops of syrup from the can, he was out of luck. Logan had made sure he’d given Teyla most of the peach juice last night when he’d portioned out the peaches.
“What about the posse? Any sight of them?” Logan asked, ignoring Spencer’s question.
They’d obviously gotten chilled during their ride over here because they’d stoked the stove with firewood, and it was roaring and pumping out heat like a blast furnace. Despite that, though, Logan couldn’t shake off the coldness enveloping him with regards to Teyla. He should have kissed her. Reassured her that if she didn’t want to go through with this menage, she didn’t have to. But, man, he wanted to share her. Wanted to watch the pleasure slash across her face when they took her. Okay, so later he would ask if she’d changed her mind. Right now, they needed to get down to business.
“No sight of anyone, and we did hear back from the rest of the gang through that lady doctor. She’s quite a piece. Just as pretty as this woman you snagged for us,” Spencer replied as he lifted the empty can above his mouth and awaited a sweet drop.
Logan grinned at the sight and at the compliment for Teyla. Damned right, she was a pretty woman. No, a beautiful woman.
“You’ve got a tiger on your hands with that one,” Cassidy chuckled from his perch. “A couple of men back in town spoke really highly of her. But they said she hadn’t been getting much business, because she’s refusing to put out for the banker who owns the mortgage on her place. The banker is warning all her johns to stay away or else he will foreclose on their places. As luck would have it for her, the banker also happens to be the self-appointed law in the nearest town to this place. He lived through the Catastrophe and kept his bank going and is insisting she keep making monthly payments on her farm or he’ll foreclose on her.”
Bastard. He hadn’t known that fact about Teyla. Was that why she’d been so willing and hot in bed? To give him a good time on purpose? To get him hooked on her so he’d keep coming back?
Logan shook those stupid thoughts away. No, instincts told him she wasn’t like that, but he certainly did feel a nasty burst of anger at the banker. He tamped down on his anger. Emotions, my man. He couldn’t get emotionally involved with a woman. He didn’t want to get emotionally involved with any woman again. Losing his wife had hurt too much.
Heck, wasn’t that why he was in the situation he was in now? Because the grief over losing his wife and kids had made him want to do something to help out other people who’d found themselves in a similar situation he’d found himself in after the Catastrophe? Stealing from homes and being desperate enough to do just about anything to make sure his daughters were fed? He’d thought he was doing right by stealing from rich guys and giving to the poor. Now, after meeting Teyla, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to do this anymore. He wanted to stay here and settle down with her.
He forced those thoughts away. He wouldn’t go down the love road again. He just couldn’t.
“So how is she in bed?” Cassidy asked as he suddenly bolted out of his chair and headed to the stove where he grabbed the steaming pot of coffee.
Both men’s eager and expectant gazes snapped to Logan’s face. They hadn’t had a woman in weeks. Desperate to lose themselves in female company, the three of them shared the fetish for sharing and had agreed to celebrate their latest victory with one woman.
“She won’t disappoint,” Logan said truthfully.
“So? She’s agreed to the terms, then?” Spencer replied, not bothering to conceal his excitement.
“She’s agreed.” Or at least he hoped she hadn’t changed her mind.
Both men whooped, and Logan shook his head at their excitement. He couldn’t blame them. It wasn’t easy to find a woman willing to accommodate three men at once, and they sure weren’t going to disappoint Teyla.
“The barn is ready for the horses. You’ll find everything you need for them in there,” Logan said, hoping they would take the hint and get out.
“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 menage. 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.
A pair of hot hands lightly covered her ass cheeks, and the third man’s deep voice curled like melted chocolate over her senses.
“I’ve got your backside, sweetie,” Cassidy said.
A sharp slap to her ass had her yelping at the pain, but hot hands soothed her fiery flesh with gentle caresses. A few more heavy slaps and her ass was literally burning, and truth be told, she was enjoying it. Peeking sideways, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and her mouth dropped open in wonder at the sight. Her cheeks were flushed red on both her ass and her face.
“You like getting spanked, don’t you, honey?” Cassidy asked. He didn’t wait for an answer as a finger swept between her pussy lips and grazed her vaginal opening.
“Oh, yeah, she does. She’s soaking, Logan. You didn’t tell us she liked getting spanked.”
“You didn’t ask,” Logan said in a thick, heavy voice that sent a wild buzz through Teyla. Obviously, he’d gotten turned on watching her getting spanked. “Besides,” he continued, “she wasn’t being bad with me, so I never really had a reason to give her a really good hard spanking. But I must admit, her ass does blush nicely.”
“I’d say she’s being bad now, Logan, my man. She’s got two other men in her bed, besides you. Don’t you think that’s reason enough for you to take over the spanking department?”
“Yeah, I like watching a woman get her ass spanked, and I like spanking her even more,” Logan murmured.
Oh, God. Teyla tensed as she creamed and listened to the rough breathing of her three men. She could hear them moving behind her. Then she gasped as a sharp sting snapped against her cheeks. She didn’t have to see who slapped her. She knew it was Logan from the restrained way his palm touched her flesh. He didn’t want to hurt her. Wasn’t as rough as the other one, but the effect was just as potent, if not more.
Logan slapped her ass a few more times until she burned and yearned for him to stop. When he finally did, he swept his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy with his palm. Pressing firmly, he gyrated his palm along her sensitized clit.
She bit back a moan as wicked tension sifted through her. Just as she started falling into the abyss of pleasure, he stopped grinding and chuckled knowingly, removing his hand.
“I’m pleased you enjoyed your punishment, Teyla.”
She held her breath as Cassidy began caressing her burning ass again with tender strokes. Logan returned to her side, and she expected him to begin stroking her breasts again. To her disappointment, he didn’t. Instead, he produced a black blindfold and placed it over her eyes. She smelled his scent on it. Musk and sweat and pine. Very nice.
The darkness was alluring, yet also frightening. She’d been paid handsomely for giving three men access to her body, and once again, uneasiness lashed her. What if they hurt her? Humiliated her? Told her neighbors what they’d done with her? Another shot of heat blazed across her face at that last thought, and she swallowed as someone gently tugged the butt plug from her hole.
Involuntarily, her anus spasmed and clenched, aching to be filled again. She ached to be filled by all three of them. Oh, sweet mercy! She’d never experienced such lust, such carnal need. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning her frustration, her need.
“Take it easy baby.” Logan’s hoarse whisper sped over her senses like ribbons of velvet.
She whimpered in answer, suddenly unable to speak. Unable to do anything but feel their caressing hands upon her flesh.
“Now let’s take this off the bed so we can continue arousing you.”
Shivers skittered through her at what he said. She nodded curtly as she was led off the bed. Her legs were wobbly, and if the two men hadn’t been holding her, she swore she would have dropped to the floor.
All three of them caressed her, their strong hands melting over her shoulders, her waist, and legs.
Logan stood in front of her. She could smell him. His dominating scent made her tremble with a sexual need so fierce it was animalistic. Untamed. Wickedly delightful. He began kissing her, his lips melting like liquid fire against hers. Meanwhile, their hands continued to touch, to tease, to seduce every part of her. It wasn’t long before exhilaration raged through her and she gripped Logan’s waist tightly, keening at this pleasure.
To her surprise, Logan chuckled against her mouth, breaking the deep kisses. “Was wondering when you’d start loosening up, babe. It’ll feel much better when you do.” His voice sparkled. He sounded happy and it made her heart smile.
He leaned in and kissed the erotic area behind her earlobe splashing wonderful sensations through her. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and did such erotic things to her ear with his tongue, he had her trembling and barely catching her breath. Yes, he definitely did have a way with that tongue of his, and he chased away her fears all too quickly.
One of the other two men, she wasn’t sure who, but knew it wasn’t Logan because of his restrained roughness, massaged her breasts. He certainly knew how to handle them, for he expertly stroked her nipples, pinching and brushing his fingers firmly over them until she felt as if she were just two breasts. Weird to think that way, but she was. Behind her, the third man slipped his hands around her waist and pressed himself against her backside, letting her feel the big impression of his very hot and swollen cock against her left ass cheek.
Oh, my. He felt big. Just like Logan.
“Are you okay?” Logan whispered as he leaned in and kissed her chin. She nodded.
“It’s been quite some time since…” She inhaled a trembling breath, wanting to tell him it had been a while since she’d done anal, but the words just didn’t come out of her mouth. Mainly because she wasn’t sure if her confession might make them stop, and she didn’t want them to stop. Now that she’d come this far, she was way too keened and curious to find out what would happen next.
“You’re doing fine. Now just try to relax so we can entertain you, sweets.”
Have mercy. She was being paid to have sex with them, and they were entertaining her? What kind of men were they to put her pleasure before their own?
She forced herself to inhale, to loosen up. But how could any sane woman relax with three men touching her? At that thought, she almost burst out laughing as a tinge of hysteria shot though her. What would her female friends say if they found out? They’d think she was crazy, or maybe they’d be envious?
Fingers increased their pressure on her nipples, and she refocused back to the men. Her men.
Sweet Lord.
More pressure from that large cock snapped against her left ass cheek. It made her dig her fingers into Logan’s waist. Made her wonder how it would feel like to have these two newcomers fucking her with Logan in the room, watching.
“You like this, don’t you, Teyla? Three men about to fuck you.” Logan breathed. “I can see it in the way you’re smiling. The way your nipples have become engorged. The way you’re creaming.”
She whimpered in agreement. Maybe other woman didn’t appreciate a menage, but she did. Oh, yes, she did!