Jan Springer - The Pleasure Girl

He was just being nice. That was all. And maybe wanting to have more sex?

She didn’t have time to contemplate that last thought when the door burst open wider and Logan stepped back in. He carried a tray she recognized as one she kept in her kitchen closet. She spied a wine bottle, two wine glasses, and a small vase of wildflowers.

“Now where in the world did you find those?” She hadn’t seen wildflowers since before the Catastrophe.

“Well, I could take the compliment myself and pretend I ordered them especially for you, but it was Cassidy who found them up in a sheltered field in the next valley on their way over here. He picked them for you. He just didn’t get the chance to give it you, since I told him I wanted more alone time with you.”

Logan wanted more alone time. How sweet. And she wanted some more with him, too.

“I’ll have to thank him for the flowers when I see him.” After the bath. After another romp with Logan. The flowers looked gorgeous. Goldenrods and some purple ones that looked like mini daisies. She didn’t know the name of them, but she knew they were both fall flowers. And it was only June. Crazy weather.

“And this,” he said, holding up the bottle of red wine, which these days must have cost a fortune, and grinned, “is to celebrate your first time in a menage.”

“A most wonderful time,” she replied truthfully, although her cheeks must be getting so beet red, because they felt awfully toasty with him staring at her the way he was. Like a man who wanted to feast upon her again. Although she’d only known him now for almost twenty-four hours, she already recognized the look of desire and need in his eyes. The look of wanting sex from her. It made her shiver and warm and excited, all wrapped up like a snuggly blanket.

She watched him pour the wine and accepted the glass, giggling.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in puzzlement.

“I haven’t had wine since I can’t even remember. It’s way too expensive in town.”

She could pay off the mortgage on her land selling this bottle alone. Where did he get such money? He had to be into something illegal to be able to afford wine. That thought was quickly forgotten as he dropped his pants, revealing quite the solid erection.

Mercy! The man never went to sleep, did he?

“Wiggle your legs up, baby. I’m joining you.”

She moved her legs and he climbed into the claw foot tub, settling in front of her, his feet coming in on the insides of each leg. She gasped as his foot nudged up between her thighs, his toes nestling against her pussy.

“Foot sex. Ever tried it?” he asked as he reached for his drink.

Sex in the tub? Was he serious? Did he have a foot fetish?

“Um, no, but it does sound intriguing.”

She watched him sip his wine. Loved the way his full lips melted over the glass. Enjoyed the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he drank. When he drew the glass away, wine sparkled like burgundy jewels on his mouth. And suddenly she wanted to kiss him. Badly.

But his foot moved against her pussy, a hot, firm toe pressed between her labia and he tenderly massaged her clit. She sipped her wine, watching him studying her, trying hard not to moan as erotic sensations shimmered through her.

“So how did you enjoy being fucked by three men?”

Wow. Nice question. Nice sensations shimmering through her pleasantly sore pussy, too.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” she teased.

“Very. But I want to hear it in your words. How did it feel being double-penetrated with a cock coming into your mouth all at the same time?”

Oh, dear. Here goes the bold talk again. She creamed against his toes and her cheeks went even hotter. She wished she could dive beneath the bubbles and disappear from his questioning and sexy stare.

“Does it turn you on if I talk dirty?” she asked and noticed it was his turn to shift uncomfortably. “Because I can talk real dirty. Having a big cock in my mouth plunging in and out made me want you inside my pussy. Hot and heavy. Fast and furious strokes and…”

“Jesus, woman. You keep talking like that, and I’ll have to call in the boys again.”

Her heart was pounding at the huskiness in his voice. Her breasts felt heavy, and with the erotic feel of water lapping against them and the bubbles caressing her nipples, she was feeling turned on.

Inadvertently, she nudged her toes against his big cock, and she gasped at how hot and throbbing his swollen flesh felt against her. By the solid thickness and firmness, he certainly was ready to go another round. And truth be told, so was she.

Moving her foot, she anchored it against his scrotum and kneaded gently. He groaned. Grinned.

“You are a vixen, aren’t you?”

“Two can play at this game,” she joked.

They touched each other that way, using their toes and feet to arouse each other while they leisurely sipped their wine. His breaths came faster. Hers, just as quick. Wicked sensations swept through her. Her body tightened as she flew toward an orgasm. As she exploded, her body twisted and thrashed against the bubbles. Her wine goblet, suddenly forgotten on the bathtub rim, fell over and smashed against the bathroom floor with an ear shattering sound, joining the splash of water, her whimpers, and his guttural groans as he came right along with her.

The throes of the orgasm left her weary, and the effects of the wine made her heady. She could feel herself relaxing in the afterglow of sex. The soft scent of bubbles and warm water wrapped around her like a cocoon. Made her feel safe. Safe and sleepy.

Logan watched her eyes drift closed. His heart warmed. Something it hadn’t done in years.

Gorgeous woman, very easy to fall for her. Too easy. What would happen to her when they left? She was strong. Could maybe hold out for another couple of seasons. But if something happened to her greenhouse and her food ran out, what would happen to her? What if the weather continued to get colder as scientists predicted? Her greenhouse definitely wouldn’t produce much. Plants and solar panels needed sunshine and warmth. He knew that much about planting even if he was brought up a city kid. What the hell was going to happen to her? He asked himself again, the nice momentary warmth disappearing from his heart. What if-

He stiffened as he heard the soft footsteps in the bedroom.

Uneasiness zipped through him like a torpedo. Had the guys returned? Or was it someone else?

Shit! He’d left his gun out in his jacket on the hanger in the kitchen! The rest were in his saddlebag. Earlier today, when the guys had arrived, he hadn’t noticed the saddlebag around either. Had one of the boys moved it? Dammit! He’d been so enthralled with Teyla, he’d forgotten to be alert. How could he have been so damn stupid?

Logan held his breath, quickly swept the wine bottle from the floor, and readied himself to smash it over the edge of the tub. He’d use the jagged edges as a weapon. A whole hell of a lot good it would be if the intruder had a gun, though.

A floorboard creaked.

He readied himself to stand but realized if he did, the water dripping from his body into the tub would let the intruder know someone was in here. He’d have to wait until he saw someone stepping inside the bathroom.

As if sensing a problem, Teyla’s eyes snapped open. Quickly, he lifted a finger to his mouth to tell her to be quiet. Her eyes darted to toward the slightly open doorway. Back to him again. She shook her head, lifted her hand out of the quickly dissolving bubbles, motioning him to stay put.

Before he could stop her, she rose out of the tub and took a few steps forward.

Any other time, watching her naked, wet, pink flesh caressed here and there with bubbles would have him reaching out, grabbing her and pulling her right back into the bathtub on top of him. That erotic thought died when he heard someone breathing. He knew the sounds of his partners’ breathing well enough to know it wasn’t either of them. A nasty feeling of sickness crawled through his belly at the thought that Cassidy and Spencer might have been taken out.