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BOOK: Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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He lifted her and she curled her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her the fifty or so feet to a nearby protrusion of rocks. There, he gently placed her on the ground and glared at her, anger snapping like a forest wildfire in his light blue eyes.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you not to wander away from camp on your own, Eve.”

Despite his anger, she could only smile at him. He looked so sexy with a five o’clock beard shadowing his cheeks and square chin. She could tell by the dark shade of circles beneath his eyes he hadn’t slept while on duty last night either. He would be tired. She didn’t care.

She dropped the blanket.

He swore softly.

His gaze raked over her body, from the tip of her head to her pert breasts, then down along her slightly plump tummy, lingering on her shaved pussy, before scooting along the length of her long legs. He grinned when he reached her boots.

“I’m glad you find my attire amusing. Maybe you should fuck me with my boots on,” she teased.

“Maybe I should just fuck you, colt,” he breathed. Colt, his nickname for her due to her long legs. “Obviously that’s why you’ve come down to me,” he continued.

“I missed you last night,” she admitted, liking the way his eyes flared in surprise at her confession.

“What? Didn’t Maddox and Riley give you a good enough time? I could hear your purrs and your screams from down here.”

“I want all three of you together. You guys have spoiled me.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “So? Why do you want me to fuck you here? Alone?”

She shrugged her shoulders and shivered as the cold breeze began to wrap around her.

She ached to reach out and start unbuckling his belt. Ached to dip her fingers beneath his pants and cup his swollen balls. But she knew their latest enforced rules. Don’t touch them unless they wanted to be touched, because she would only be a distraction. So, she kept her hands to herself waiting for a sign he wanted sex.

One day though, one day she would touch them whenever she wanted. Screw their rules.

“Because…” She wanted to say because she loved him, but she kept her mouth shut. “I don’t want you to feel left out.” She said the first thing that came to her mind.

He chuckled, his eyes going a darker blue than usual, and she couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping her lips as he reached up and brushed his finger over the tip of her right breast ever so gently. The tender touch had her yearning for more.

“Eve, I need to rest for tomorrow’s job.”

Weariness drenched his voice, and disappointment shifted through her. For weeks they’d been planning a heist on a bank in a town on the other side of the mountain range. The plan was to ride all night, hit the bank first thing in the morning, then head in the total opposite direction and take a few days ditching the posse before riding back here.

“So…rest. Afterwards.”

She could see the instant his mind changed. She’d never told him, but it always showed in his eyes. First the sign flared as restlessness, followed by a moment of panic, then he succumbed to wanting her. She ached to capture and tame that tension and his split second of terror. Wanted to know what frightened him so much about letting himself love her. The guys had never shared their experiences on the day of the Catastrophe, and the couple of times she’d brought it up, they’d stared warningly at her to remain silent.

But she’d told them her story. Of how she’d been on a freelance photo assignment at a zoo, snapping shots of a newborn whale at a window in an underground pool. When she’d emerged into the daylight, the heat wave had disappeared, and it had actually been cold and windy. It hadn’t taken her long to discover no one had been around. It had been eerie at first. She’d thought maybe an animal had gotten loose and everyone had been warned to get out and somehow she’d missed the warning. Then she’d become quite panicky when she’d realized people had just simply disappeared.

Kayne’s coarse voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Turn around,” he breathed. “Put your hands on the rock.”

Excitement lashed her, and she did as he instructed.

He would take her. Hard and fast. Like a rutting animal. That’s what she wanted this morning. That’s why she’d come to Kayne. Her breathing grew rough as she heard the rustling of his clothing as he undressed behind her.

“I don’t think there’s any need for foreplay, is there, Eve?” he asked a minute later, his voice gravelly and husky.

She shook her head and gasped as a hand dipped between her spread thighs and he sunk a finger into her vagina. Then he withdrew. She heard him slurping his tongue around the arousal juices on his finger.

“Nice. Sweet and wet for me, aren’t you, colt? Well, maybe I’ll just make you a bit wetter? Maybe I’ll drag out what you really want.”

Damn him.

She shook her head and cried out as he sunk his hands into her shoulder length hair. He twisted his fingers through her hair until a slow burn of pain seared through her scalp. Her arousal notched up a few degrees. She liked getting her hair pulled and Kayne knew how to do it just right.

“Maybe I should take you in the ass, huh?” he whispered against her ear, his hot breath blasting her right cheek. Then he sucked an earlobe into his hot mouth, his teeth nibbling until she felt the bite of fiery pain there as well.

She moaned softly, acknowledging to him how much she liked what he did to her. She liked pain with her sex. Not brutal pain, just mild enough to fire all her senses, and Kayne certainly did a wonderful job.

“Take me any way you want me, Kayne,” she breathed.

“Condoms?” he said against her ear.

“Right boot,” she replied, her voice a husky whisper.

Damn, she’d forgotten about the condoms in the heat of the moment. Before she could reach for them, he’d moved away and his fingers dipped into the side of her right boot. He dug around, not finding them. In a moment of despair she thought that maybe she’d lost the condoms on her way down here to find Kayne? Impossible, she’d tucked some packets deep in there before heading out of camp.

He swore softly, dug deeper, and pulled out. He must have found them for his breaths came faster. She heard the rip of foil and smiled at his growl. The wild sound of it sent shockwaves of more arousal coursing through her. She loved that growling noise. It seemed to come from somewhere deep inside his chest. From past experience she knew he made that sound when he couldn’t get the condom onto his swollen shaft fast enough.

She wanted to tell him to hurry but knew her urging would be fruitless. If he tried to speed things up, he’d just tear the condom. The condom ripping had happened a couple of times already with him. He’d made it no secret that none of the gang wanted to bring kids into this type of lawless environment. The unpredictable weather following the Catastrophe made people struggle to find food on a daily basis, so she totally understood their reasoning.

Unless of course, if one joined the gangs running rampant. Gangs, like the one Kayne had created. These guys robbed banks, held up trains for gold, or stole money being transferred between companies from the Pony Express riders that rode like the wind from the west coast to the east coast and vice versa delivering messages, carrying gold and other valuables, and dodging death.

Survival did that. Made people do things they’d never think they were capable of doing. And she was one of them. She’d never thought she would ever become an outlaw, a woman wanted for robbery and murder, even though she’d never murdered anyone. But the rich had a way of getting rid of the people who robbed them, and framing them for murder was an excuse to hang her and the desperadoes she rode with.

Eve cried out, her dismal thoughts vanishing, as his finger pressed between her labia and he stroked her clit with firm pressure. Wild sensations lashed her. She almost came, but then he moved his finger away. She groaned in frustration.

“Easy, babe. I’ve got you covered.” She heard the chuckle of amusement in his otherwise strangled voice.

She jerked as a hand branded her abdomen. He pulled her back a little toward him and then hesitated before holding her firm. She braced herself as he groaned and pressed his engorged cock into her sopping wet vagina.

“You’re always so nice and tight for me, aren’t you, Eve?” he breathed. He nuzzled his stubbly chin against the crook of her neck and shoulder, the bristles rubbing erotically against her tender flesh.

She kept quiet. She liked feeling the way the pleasure mounted when one of the guys, or all of them, fucked her. She loved being inside the pleasure. Wrapped in it. It made her forget everything about the Catastrophe. But sometimes she was glad the disaster had happened. For if it hadn’t, she would never have met these guys. Hell, if the Catastrophe hadn’t happened, she’d still be slugging it away as a freelance photographer, instead of being thoroughly fucked by three guys on a daily basis.

Kayne held her tighter as his swollen shaft sank into her vagina. She gasped as her muscles clenched around the thick intrusion. Gasped again as he pressed harder and her muscles gave, allowing him a deeper penetration.

One hand slid off her abdomen and came upward, his fingers finding her right nipple. He tweaked hard. Pain mixed pleasantly with pleasure as he rolled her nipple between callused fingers. Bursts of heat snapped through her breast. He moved himself against her upper back, his chest pressing her forward until her other breast rubbed against the cold, rough rock.

She bit back a curse as the roughness shot seductive pain through her nipple. Oh shit, she’d be raw later on. But she loved the friction of the rock on one nipple and the tweaking of his fingers on the other.

Her palms pushed against the rock, and she braced her elbows, holding her body safely away from the rock face so that when he started to thrust, she wouldn’t go crashing into it.

He pressed his mouth against her neck, his tongue lapping at her skin as he withdrew his cock. She moaned as he thrust into her, his swollen shaft touching off a maelstrom of nerve endings that had her gasping with surprise and delight. The coiled need inside her grew, twisting into her pussy like an erotic snake. Sensual waves shuddered through her, tightening her body.

He stroked into her. Impaled her. Withdrew. He thrust into her again, and her pussy muscles wrapped tighter around him in welcome.

His rhythm grew bolder, rougher. Faster.

She undulated and accepted his heavy girth as he sank into her wet vagina again. She loved the thickness and the heat of him as he plunged in and out. His movements became desperate, and she knew he was holding back, waiting for her to come.

She just needed a few extra plunges. Her palms tightened on the rock surface. He’d let go of her nipple and both his hands were now palming her abdomen. He held tight as he fucked her. She leaned her upper body a tad closer to the rock wall, allowing her nipples to rasp against the craggy surface with a little more pressure. She gasped as the rock snapped a delicious pain through her tender flesh.

Oh yes! She could feel the climax coming. Could feel it grabbing hold of her. Against her neck, his mouth sucked without sympathy. Pain and pleasure spiraled together as his teeth nipped her tender skin. Oh baby, she’d have a nice hickey there for the other guys to see.

He pumped harder. The combination was exactly what she needed, and she was flying into the climax.

She twisted her head sideways, gasping, wanting his lips on hers as she came. Thankfully, he obliged. His mouth melted over hers in a quicksilver burst of loving tenderness. His tongue plunged into her mouth, unraveling a new array of quivering sensations that literally left her breathless.

For a few beautiful, sensual moments, they were together. He was hers. She was his. Their souls intertwined, and Eve sailed into the happiness and pleasure she so much craved.

* * * *

Kayne
Durango
didn’t want to withdraw from Eve’s taut, succulent vagina after the lovemaking. Wanted to keep his cock buried deep inside her, but he knew daylight was burning. He needed to get in some heavy-duty sleep if the gang was to carry out their plans of bank robbery tomorrow morning. The last thing he needed to be doing was fucking Eve. And with his being buried inside her, feeling the aftereffects of her climax with her pussy muscles teasingly clenching his cock, he wanted to fuck her again. And again.

Not good.

Oh hell, whom was he kidding? She was
that
good. But she was more than a sex toy to him. She’d started out as a toy for them, but somewhere along the way, she’d turned into something more. She’d turned into a woman he could love. If he allowed himself to. And he wouldn’t.

She moaned as he withdrew quickly from her. He tried to ignore that she melted against the rock, her bare legs shaking from the aftersex. Just looking at her cute, rounded ass sent another shaft of hunger through him. But he forced the need away, slipped off his wet, slicked condom, tied it off, and tossed it aside.

He made a grab for his pants and underwear near his feet and found himself looking at her again. The sight of her nakedness sent yet another shaft of hunger screaming through his entire system. His blood roared hot through his veins yet again.

Fuck, but she looked so feminine. Her skin was creamy white, and her body was nice and soft compared to his hard muscles. She had a curvy figure. Pleasant wide hips. Her midback-length, slightly wavy golden-brown hair shone with strands of sunny highlights beneath the early morning sunshine.

BOOK: Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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