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

by Jan Springer

  He thrust harder, stroked deeper. The angle of penetration allowed a very nice stimulation against her clit. Sensitive nerve endings fired to new degrees, and she hugged the big tree with her arms, clasping her bound hands and getting a good hold because although she couldn’t quite remember, she knew that their alone times had been hard and rough and would be now.

  No more talk followed as they both sank into the searing pleasures. She lost herself in the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Fell into the guttural animalistic sound of Kayne’s deep groans and her answering whimpers. Enjoyed the hard planes of his body as his chest pressed against her back every time he entered her.

  She loved this. Loved the silence of no one speaking. Enjoyed the feeling of being immersed inside another world. An intense world of awe and imploding pleasure.

  She shuddered as the waves and sensations neared, snowballed, and then exploded. Tortured pleasure tore through her like a wildfire, and she found herself turning her head, needing his lips upon hers.

  She moaned as he fused his mouth over hers, and caught her cries as she came. She opened her mouth and daringly thrust her tongue against his teeth. For a second he didn’t open to her, but then he parted his teeth and she met his tongue head-on. Their tongues dueled and the sensations of their mating made her crazy. She writhed against his harsh thrusts, moving her hips mindlessly as each of his penetrations seemed to go deeper and fiercer. She seared into her second climax, her mind and body coming apart yet again.

  She was panting and perspiring like crazy now. Her orgasm softly subsided and her pussy clenched less and less. She felt his body tightening, knew he was nearing his own release, and then abruptly he pulled out of her, allowing her to slump weakly against the tree.

  From behind her, she heard a guttural cry as he came. Such a magnificent cry of arousal from such a magnificent man.

  * * * *

  Eve was like a flame to him, Kayne thought as he zipped up his zipper and on weak legs, stumbled to the other side of the tree. Quickly he removed the belt from her wrists. She’d clasped her hands together, and he sensed if she hadn’t done that and he’d loosened the belt, she would have fallen to the ground.

  Hell, he couldn’t blame her. If her two orgasms were as intense as the one he’d just had, then yeah, she was feeling the aftereffects of their lovemaking. Dropping the belt to the ground, he circled back around the tree and pressed his body up against her bare back. The searing heat and the sensual scent wafting from her trembling body washed over him like seductive perfume, and he started getting all damn nice and hard again for her. He tried to pull her arms free from around the tree, but she only moaned, obviously still recuperating from their hard and fast coupling.

  “Colt girl, let go of the tree, I’ve got you covered.”

  “Kayne?” she muttered drowsily. Her voice sounded so husky and sensual it just about made him come.

  “Yeah, it’s me. Let go of the tree.”

  She moaned again, the soft sound slipping into his bloodstream like an aphrodisiac. Man, just like old times. He’d never been able to get enough of her.

  “Are you going to make love to me again? Twice? Like the last time?”

  Oh man, she had to be remembering, and she was so killing him here. She was a flame all right, and every second that danced past she grew hotter in his arms. Hotter and more irresistible.

  She let go of the tree, and just as he suspected, she fell against him. He caught her easily. Her head came back, and strands of her velvety hair whispered against his face with feathery caresses. He grew even harder as he looked at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with lust.

  “Yeah, sure. I can make love to you again.”

  Man, he had to be nuts. She could barely stand. But he wanted to take her again.

  To his surprise, she managed to turn in his arms quite easily and faced him. He couldn’t help but gaze down and wince at the harsh redness lacing her breasts or how red her nipples had become, compliments of rubbing against the rough bark of the tree.

  “We should go back to the cabin. Mad will have some ointment for your breasts.”

  She followed his gaze. The lids of her eyes were droopy, but the edges of her lips tilted upward in a sweet smile that made his tummy flip in a nice way.

  “It feels good. I want you to suck on them.”

  Whoa.

  “That might hurt.” They really did look raw, and a spear of guilt slammed through him at being so rough with her.

  She shook her head, the tangles of hair bouncing in the chilly breeze. She smiled, and his heart smiled, too.

  “A good pain.”

  “You might not be saying that later.” Especially after the sexual haze lifted and he got through sucking on those delicious-looking nipples.

  “Do it,” she commanded in a low, guttural voice. This bold side of her was really turning him on.

  “Fuck me at the same time,” she ordered. Her voice had turned low and husky.

  Yeah, he was getting a really nice glimpse of the naughty Eve he’d been aching to see again. The side they’d had to rein in by punishing her for going against their top rule.

  Truth was her being bold at times with them had been too much of a distraction. So they’d made the rule that they would fuck her when they wanted and were not to be touched unless asked. The rule had been formed to help them. To allow them to control her. Or more like to control themselves.

  But hell, truth was, the last thing he wanted to be around Eve was in control.

  Her hot hands slipped against his belly, her palms scorching his flesh and igniting him into moving his ass.

  The lady wanted to get fucked again, and by golly, he aimed to deliver.

  Tilting her backward so she leaned against the tree, he unbuttoned his pants again and lowered his zipper. She reached up and gasped softly as she massaged one breast with one hand and then dipped the other hand between her thighs to caress her clit. Damn, he couldn’t get out of his pants and underwear fast enough.

  He stepped in front of her, his cock already fully engorged at watching her touching herself. She let go of herself, and her hands flew to his waist, her nails digging into his muscles as he slid his cock into her tight, succulent vagina.

  “No condom,” he groaned, realizing his mistake.

  He tried to withdraw, knowing he might not be able to control himself this time around, but her grip on his waist tightened.

  “Forget the condoms, Kayne.” Her eyes glittered with the need for more sex. Quite clearly she wasn’t thinking in the heat of the moment. He should withdraw. But nothing had happened that other time he hadn’t used condoms. Maybe this time…

  He gasped as her pussy muscles clenched around his shaft. Her nails dug deeper into his waist, snapping him back to I want to fuck her and to hell with the consequences mode.

  She cried out as he remained impaled inside her, cupped her breasts, lowered his head, and sucked a very hot, very tight nipple into his mouth. He bet it hurt, but by the erotic way she moaned, he bet it was a nice hurt, and from previous experiences with Eve he knew she liked a little pain with her pleasure. Hurts so good, she used to say. Obviously that part of her was still intact. Kayne smiled around her nipple. She wanted more sex, and he was going to give it to her.

  Chapter Six

  Eve fought to hold back another moan as Kayne’s hot hands cupped her breasts and he sucked her highly sensitive nipple into his tight mouth. With him sucking her nipple, a plug buried in her ass, and a cock impaling her pussy, stretching her vagina impossibly, it simply exhilarated her. At the same time, it weakened her legs to the point where she was thankful that she was sandwiched between Kayne’s hard body and the rough, sturdy tree.

  As he pressed harder against her, the tree bark rasped her tender ass cheeks, sending pain shrieking through her sensitive skin.

  Oh boy, she was going to be just as sore back there as her breasts were. But she threw caution to the wind. She could deal with so
reness later. Right now she was so into this pleasure world he’d created inside of her that she truly couldn’t think straight.

  She stifled another moan as his hands squeezed her breasts softly and he bit gently into her tender nipple and then sucked harder. At the same time he withdrew and impaled her again. She could feel every thick inch of him throbbing along her vagina. Could feel the hurtful fire in her nipple as he lashed it with his tongue.

  He withdrew, impaled her again. His thick cock spread her tender muscles, electrifying nerve endings and stimulating her clit. He began an erotic rhythm, long, slow thrusts that sank so wonderfully inside of her. Combined with sucks and pulls on her nipple, the sensations shimmering through her became exquisitely torturous. She dug her nails deeper into his muscles and held tighter to him as she panted.

  Looking down, she watched him, and her heart stilled with wonder in her chest. His eyes were scrunched tight, a heavenly look to his face, and his full lips moved erotically around her nipple as he sucked and licked and bit. He pumped his hips faster, and she moved her hips against his. His every thrust became harder, more brutal. He gave her no mercy. She wanted none. He was possessing her, and she wanted to be possessed by him.

  His let go of one nipple, and his mouth flew to her other nipple. He pulled it between his teeth, giving her no compassion. Pain sparked, gave life to dormant nerve endings. The beautiful pain skyrocketed through her mind like an explosion. She cried out, held him tighter, moved harder against him. Her climax spiraled closer.

  Perspiration swept across her body. Her lower abdomen clenched. Her vaginal muscles tightened. She panted harder. Bucked faster. Accepted his heavy girth deeper and deeper into her with his every powerful thrust. Her vaginal juices were lubricating him perfectly, the slurping sound snapping through the air.

  He sucked harder on her nipple, and a line of fire zipped from her breast down her belly and erupted inside her pussy. She shook and convulsed as the orgasm shattered through her like a live wire. Kayne’s bucking increased to a near frenzy, and he cried out, and she sucked in a sharp breath as his warm sperm spurted deep inside of her, and she knew he’d joined her in the steamy, erotic world they’d just created together.

  * * * *

  After their second bout of lovemaking, Kayne gathered her into his arms and led her to the river. There, they both bathed quickly. The air seemed crisper now and the water even colder than before when she’d dipped her fingers into it. She loved that he insisted on shampooing her hair, and the sensual way his fingers swept through her strands had her creaming and wanting more sex from him. She noticed by his growing erection, too, that he was more than willing to go another round with her. But she said nothing. Truth was, her nipples were killing her, and her ass wasn’t far behind.

  She hurt, and right now she needed Mad’s ointment, and then the three men could have her any way they wanted her again. Just thinking about all the hot sex that waited for her when she got back had her wrapping her blanket tighter around her body and sprinting the last couple of hundred yards toward the cabin.

  “Last one back is a dirty rotten egg!” she tossed over her shoulder and laughed as Kayne, the chivalrous man that he was, carrying her rifle for her, shot into a quick sprint behind her. She ran up the stairs three at a time, giggling like she’d never giggled before, whipped across the wide veranda, flung open the screen door, twisted the knob on the other door, and within seconds entered the hallway.

  Instantly she knew something was wrong. Deathly silence greeted her. It was cool inside the cabin, too, and as she was about to round the corner to head for the kitchen, she froze as she felt the gun barrel firmly kiss her right temple.

  Shit!

  She wanted to cry out a warning to Kayne, but the barrel only pressed harder, making her wince at the pain.

  Outside, she heard Kayne laughing as he shot up the stairs. The door creaked open and he must have seen her standing there, or maybe he’d also sensed something was wrong because she could hear that he suddenly stopped right there in the doorway.

  “Eve? What’s wrong?” he said slowly. She heard the caution in his deep voice. Felt the tension zipping through the air.

  She heard the distinct sound of the safety catch from her rifle being released. She sensed Kayne had probably already taken a bead on the intruder. She held her breath as she waited for the gunshot.

  “Tell him to put the rifle down, Eve.” Instantly she recognized the woman’s voice. She knew she should relax, but she couldn’t.

  “C.J.?”

  “Tell him to drop his weapons, or I will fucking shoot, Eve. You know I will.”

  Eve’s heart hammered violently against her chest, and she nodded jerkily.

  “Drop the rifle, Kayne. Please do as I say. Or she will shoot.” God help her, C.J. truly would shoot.

  She heard Kayne swear.

  Desperation raced through her as Kayne hesitated.

  “I know her! She’s okay. Please do as I say.”

  “Anyone who’s pointing a gun at you, Eve, is not okay. Tell her to fucking drop her weapon or I will come in blasting and take her down.” Anger dripped from his voice. He certainly was not amused.

  “C.J.?” Eve prodded. She knew C.J. wouldn’t allow herself to be anywhere near a man unless she had a gun.

  “You know I can’t do that, Eve. If you say that they love you, then he won’t want you hurt. Tell him he’s just going to have to trust me because I sure as hell don’t trust him.”

  “Where the hell are Mad and Riley?” Kayne called out.

  “They’re tied up in the kitchen. So to speak.” C.J. returned his shout. Irritation and fear snapped through C.J.’s voice, and Eve could tell that her friend was more than just a little agitated. If she’d come here, there was a serious reason. Fear snapped through Eve like a live wire.

  “What’s wrong, C.J.? Has something happened—”

  “I’m here because I have info on the Wolfe Gang. He either drops his weapon and the two of us talk privately, or I leave with my information.”

  “Okay, okay. Just take it easy. Just let me go out and explain to Kayne what you want. You can use Mad and Riley as your shields. Deal?”

  She heard C.J. inhale shakily. “Just hurry the fuck up. I don’t like this place.”

  God, C.J. must be in pretty bad shape if she dare put Eve in the middle of a crossfire. The barrel pressing against her head vanished, and before Eve could blink, C.J. had disappeared.

  God, that woman moved fast.

  Turning, she hurried down the hallway, and Kayne yanked her outside and shoved her behind him.

  “I’m going in,” he growled. He made a move to step inside, but Eve grabbed him by the arm. He stopped.

  “No! Leave her alone!”

  Shock snapped across Kayne’s face, and his brows furrowed in concern.

  “I can’t leave her in there with Riley and Mad. She’s fucking crazy.”

  “She won’t hurt them. Please, believe me. I’ve lived with her this whole time and I know her. She wants to talk to me privately—”

  “No fucking way!”

  Eve bristled. “She’s my friend, and I’ll talk to her if I want to. And I want to. Now give me back my rifle, and don’t threaten her when we leave.”

  Something really frightening flared in his eyes. It didn’t scare her like she feared for her life or anything horrible like that. Quite the opposite. It was a raw emotion shifting up from inside of him, and she knew exactly what she was witnessing. He was afraid of losing her again.

  “I’ll be fine,” she reassured him and held out her hand for her rifle. She squeezed his arm with reassurance. “I promise I’ll come back. She wants to talk to me about Wolfe.”

  His cheek muscles rippled as his jaw clamped tighter. He was shaking his head and looking down the hallway.

  “Trust me, Kayne. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing.”

  He turned to look down at her, his brows still furrowed with concern, anger, and a h
ost of emotions. But she noticed his shoulders slump in defeat. He held out the rifle.

  When she tried to grab it, he didn’t let it go.

  “You promise me she’s not a threat to you?”

  “To you guys, definitely a threat. To me, no.”

  “She fucking held a gun to your head, Eve. She’s fucking nuts. With friends like her, you sure as hell don’t need enemies.”

  She couldn’t help but smile at him. “She saved my ass from Wolfe. We all owe her big-time. Now give me the rifle. I need to change and talk to her. And you need to stay out of her way. Promise me?”

  “She needs to stay out of my way. I don’t take kindly to people threatening to kill the love of my life,” he said. “Here! Make sure the gun is off safety when you’re with her. Tell her to get her ass out of the house or I’m coming in with guns blasting. She has five minutes.”

  Eve nodded, let go of his arm, and grabbed her rifle. Turning swiftly, she headed back into the cabin. Her head was whirling, and she felt way off balance. Had he said she was the love of her life?

  Sweet mercy! The truth comes out. Finally! It was just as she had suspected. She came to an abrupt halt when the barrel of C.J.’s rifle poked around the corner to the kitchen entrance, aiming at her.

  “It’s just me,” Eve breathed. The rifle vanished, and C.J.’s arm appeared from behind the doorway, waving her inside.

  When Eve stepped into the kitchen, she wasn’t sure if she should laugh at Mad and Riley being tied up or if she should start crying at the mess. Pots and pans had been strewn all over the floor. Flour dust was plastered over the counter. It looked as if an explosion had gone off in here. Sitting uneasily on their chairs, their mouths gagged and their hands tied behind their backs, Maddox and Riley glared daggers at C.J., who swung her rifle back on them.

  C.J. grinned at her and with her free hand pushed the brim of her trademark light gray cowboy hat, giving Eve a full look at the pale pink scars on her face. She was surprised that her friend wasn’t wearing her scarves. Usually she did around people she didn’t know. But then she spied two black scarves lying on the floor. Obviously the men had fought her good and hard. Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement despite her earlier irritation.