Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

It was really nice out here. Incredibly peaceful. The sky was a deep blue, and the sun had popped up behind the mountains that rose in a deep purple splendor in front of her. Shivers of cold zipped up her back as she dropped the blanket to around her waist and dipped the washcloth into the frigid water.

She should have brought matches and made a fire. A pot would have come in handy, too. She could have filled it with water and let it get lukewarm on the fire. That’s what she usually did. But today she was flustered, panicky, and excited all at the same time. And so freaking aroused since that unexpected sex fest this morning with the three men that she could barely think straight.

Soaping herself quickly, she slowed down when she reached her tender breasts. They felt swollen, and her nipples became quickly engorged and red as she swept the rough, wet cloth over them. As she stared at her breasts, something flashed in her mind.

She was being pushed up against a rock, her breasts rubbing erotically against the harsh surface while a cock slipped into her pussy from behind. Kayne’s voice calling her “colt.” Telling her she was always nice and tight for him.

Eve’s soft moan snapped her out of the searing flashback, and she realized she was suddenly incredibly aroused again. Her nipples ached as if they’d just been rubbed raw, and her pussy pulsed and creamed as if preparing herself to be taken by Kayne again.

She blew out a tense breath at thinking of Kayne. He’d held her hands while the other two had taken her this morning. Then he’d let go and taken her himself. It was as if he’d sensed she’d needed reassurance about what was happening. She liked that he’d held her. That he’d known she was insecure.

Just thinking about him. About the other guys. How intensely they’d fucked her on the couch. And then about that flashback she’d just experienced…it made her hot and needy. Made her pant between parted lips. Made her imagine how excited she’d felt having her legs tied apart while they took turns fucking her on the couch.

She closed her eyes and slipped her cold, soapy washcloth down there between her thighs and began a soft rubbing against her hot, tender clit. With her other hand, she whispered her palm over her right nipple, massaging gently and watching her nipple tighten even more.

She remembered how big Riley had been as he’d thrust into her. How intensely he’d stretched her. She remembered Maddox’s head buried between her thighs. How hot and moist his mouth had felt as he’d sucked on her labia.

She increased her rubbing and switched her hand to massage her other nipple. Pleasure pulsed through her. She thought about the flashback she’d just experienced. How rough Kayne had been with her, pushing her breasts against those rocks and taking her from behind.

A small whimper came up from deep inside her chest, and suddenly she was there in her mind’s eye. On the side of that mountain. Clad only in her boots and a blanket. Walking across rocks to find Kayne. Wanting him. Needing him.

She rubbed the cloth harder against her clit. Panted as the sensations snowballed. She remembered his hard body pressing into her. Him turning her around and then sliding his cock into her again. His warm, moist lips fusing over hers, kissing her until she became heady and so hot with desire for him—

Something, a noise, or maybe a feeling that she was being watched, snapped Eve out of her arousal. She’d dropped the washcloth and had her rifle in her palm before she’d even deciphered what the sound could be.

Opening her eyes, she found Kayne standing there, not more than twenty feet away. He looked so damned sexy wearing tight blue jeans that hugged a very huge erection. He wore a green linen jacket that was zipped open, and she caught sight of a blue shirt of which the color matched his eyes. His chin and upper lip were dark with stubble, and the tip of his tongue peeked out from between his slightly parted lips. The sight of him had her body humming with erotic awareness within a split second.

She shifted uneasily at the wild way he watched her. His intense stare fired her blood, and a thick wave of desire raced through her, almost toppling her at its intensity. She swore she’d never seen a man look at her like this. Heck, if she had, she certainly would have remembered, partial amnesia or not.

His heavy-lidded, lust-riddled eyes slowly, leisurely, teasingly dropped down from her face to whisper over her heaving, bared breasts and then lower to her spread legs where she’d dropped the washcloth when she’d grabbed her rifle. Her finger loosened on the trigger as embarrassment flared through her. She felt her cheeks flame hot.

Oh shoot. She swore she’d never been so embarrassed in her life. Or more aroused.

* * * *

Kayne had been heading back to the cabin along the river when he’d happened upon her. She’d been sitting partly on the blanket on the ground beside the riverbank. The rest of the blanket was puddled sensually around her waist. Her legs were spread, one hand between her thighs and the other one massaging her breasts.

Damn, but she was a very pretty sight wearing nothing but a waterfall of shoulder-length, wavy golden-brown hair that tangled around her shoulders.

He’d gone from a leisurely and boring walk to high arousal in a split second, his reaction happening so fast at finding her here that his cock and balls ached like a bitch inside the prison-tight restraint of his blue jeans. He wanted his pants off and him plunging inside her, like yesterday.

Fuck, he wanted her like he’d never wanted a woman ever in his life. He’d watched her, paralyzed that any movement from him would alert her to his presence. Watched as her sweet lips had parted and her eyes had closed while she’d massaged her breasts and moved the other hand with the washcloth to between her thighs.

He’d breathed so deeply that he could smell her sexy scent from way over here. She smelled like heaven and hell rolled into one. Heaven, because she fired his blood like no other woman ever could. And hell, because he wasn’t sure if she would accept him fucking her spontaneously as she’d done in the past, before her memory loss. Uncertainty played hell with a man’s morals, and it was sure doing it now as he stared down the barrel of her rifle.

Frig. But she was fast with that gun.

He shouldn’t be aroused like this. Not with a loaded weapon pointed at him and her finger on the trigger. But she was naked, and well, he was aroused. Maybe because deep down inside of himself, he trusted her not to shoot him? Or maybe because of that hot, sexy look flaring in her eyes when she realized he wasn’t a serious threat?

A tinge of a smile whispered past her lips, and he saw her shoulders slump ever so slightly in relief. Then her cheeks had grown quite red, just as they’d done those first few times after they’d rescued her from that pleasure house when they’d all have sex.

“You look good in red,” he said quietly, trying not to spook her finger from accidentally tightening on the trigger.

Puzzlement flared in her eyes. Then she understood his meaning about her cheeks, and she smiled harder. Her cheeks got even redder.

“No need to stop on my account, colt. I used to watch you masturbate.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. Obviously she didn’t remember. It irritated the hell out of him that she’d forgotten how easily they’d had sex together. Both knowing instinctively when the other wanted it.

“Yeah, we watched each other sometimes, too.” He didn’t make a move to undo his pants as he’d done in the past. He didn’t want to scare her away or have her think of him as some sex-crazed maniac. Hell, they’d both been sex crazed. All four of them, actually. Having sex to blow off steam. Having sex to celebrate a successful robbery or to punish her for going against their rules.

Kayne exhaled slowly. Took a step back. Figured it would be best if he left.

“Don’t,” she whispered. Or at least he thought she said that word. It was said so low that maybe he’d imagined it?

“I came back for a reason,” she said, this time her voice higher. “I came back because I want to remember. Everything. I want to experience the dreams I have about…all of us. And that includes this,” she said as she laid the rifle down near her. To his surprise she smoothed her hands over her breasts. Yeah, that would be something she would have done in the old days. She avoided eye contact with him. Something she wouldn’t have done. Instead, her gaze drew down to watch herself pluck at her nipples.

Oh man, she was killing him here doing that. He stood mesmerized by her. Silently watched until his cock was flaring so hot and swollen, he had to stop himself from growling at her.

Ah, geez. This was kind of weird. He didn’t know what to say. So he said nothing. He just stood there staring at her like he was some kind of dumb-ass teenage boy who didn’t know what to do with her. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to her. It was just her not remembering everything was kind of a wall for him. Besides, she looked unsure as hell. Maybe even uncomfortable. Definitely not confident in the sex department.

“Is this what I used to do?” she asked, her head lifting to meet his gaze again. Her eyes were wide with innocence and dark arousal. Her cheeks flamed like crazy. But he had to hand it to her; she had balls, wanting to do this in order to get her memory back.

He swallowed. Took a step forward. “Usually I would tell you what to do while you masturbated.”

She tilted her head to the side a bit, a curious look in her eyes. “So, tell me what to do?”

Fuck.

“I would be forceful, too.”

He saw her swallow. Then she nodded. Her eyelashes fluttering. She kept massaging her breasts.

He grew harder. He really, really should walk away and not take advantage of her memory loss like this. For all she knew he could be lying. To get his way with her.

He took another step toward her. Heat slammed through him as her gray-blue eyes dipped to below his waistline. She swallowed again. His cock pulsed painfully.

“So be forceful. Like that time on the side of the mountain.”

He blinked, holding his breath. Awareness skittered along his veins. Obviously she’d remembered something. “Which time? There were many.”

“I…remember…wearing nothing but a blanket and boots. Did I do that often? Wear just a blanket? Is that all I was to you three? A sex toy?”

Her brow furrowed with disappointment.

Ah shit. How did he answer that direct question?

“That was our last time together before your memory loss. What else do you remember?” So much for answering her question.

“Lots of sex,” she said softly. She kept massaging her breasts, and he took another step toward her.

“There was that,” he admitted.

“Tell me…how we met?”

Kayne stiffened. Was she trying to break the mood? If he told her the truth, that they’d picked her up while she was doing a short stint at a pleasure house, then she just might not be so into sex at the moment. And he sure as hell was.

“Maybe we should just wait and see if you remember on your own? I’d rather not cloud it with my version.”

“And if I never remember?”

He inhaled sharply at that question.
Don’t go there, Kayne
. He’d gone that route when she’d first claimed memory loss and she’d refused to return with them. It had been devastating to all of them, losing her. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t searched for her after that
Hell
City
encounter when they’d scared her so badly. But Eve and the woman she’d been travelling with had covered their tracks, and it had seemed as if Eve had just dropped off the face of the Earth.

“Would it matter to
you
if you didn’t remember?”
Was she going to leave them again
? He should just come out and ask her.

“Would it matter to you?” she breathed. He followed her hands as they slipped off her breasts and dipped downward over her tummy. One finger lodged into her belly button. Her fingers from her other hand trailed in featherlight caresses over her lower belly, just above her mons. She widened her legs, allowing him to see more of her.

For a moment he forgot her question. Then it came back to him.

“No, it wouldn’t matter.” Maybe that was a bit of a lie, but hell, she was Eve. He’d have to take her any way he could. He would also have to eventually tell her the truth, that they had met in a pleasure house. That at the time, they’d all dealt with her being a pleasure girl, putting it behind them. Now just wasn’t the time to bring it up, and she didn’t seem distressed about not knowing certain things about her past. He would tell her though, even if she didn’t remember. He had to tell her when the time was right. He owed her the truth.

She spread her legs even wider, and he got an eyeful of pink labia and light brown hair. Could almost see the base of the butt plug there, too. His cock pulsed, ached like a bitch. Oh man, he wanted to sink into her tight, wet warmth. Had he been wrong about her? Maybe she was more sexually confident that he’d thought?

“Is this what I used to do while you watched?” She blinked prettily at him.

Fucking tease.

Maybe he could bring back some of those memories by acting like he used to act and not treating her like she was some breakable egg? That thought brought a searing rush of pleasure snapping through him. And wild adrenaline. Yeah, fuck her virgin attitude. He was going to seriously show her what happened between them in the past. And he was going to do it now.