Jan Springer - The Pleasure Girl

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.