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.
Oh, boy, she really was turning into some delusional, needy woman, wasn’t she?
“They brought you a letter from that lady doctor friend of yours,” Logan said and strolled toward her. He held the letter in question out to her and she took it. She didn’t really have to open it. She could already tell it was from Dr. Liz from the familiar perfume that sifted comfortingly off the letter. She thought it in her best interest to read it now, just in case there was something she should know about the men’s health.
Holding her robe with one hand, she ripped the sealed envelope at the edge with her teeth and brought out the letter. Liz’s feminine handwriting greeted her, and Teyla hadn’t even realized she was tense until she relaxed as she read the letter. Dr. Liz had given both the newcomers a clean bill of health. And then at the end of the letter, she’d once again added for Teyla to let her know if size counts.
Oh, man. Three well-hung men. This was going to be very interesting, indeed.
“I think we know each other well enough that you don’t need to cover yourself,” Logan said smoothly as he watched her fold the letter and settle it and the envelope onto the dresser on top of the other one that Dr. Liz had sent with Logan.
Tremors of anticipation snapped through her like live wires and Teyla dropped the robe to the floor, creaming warmly when his gaze zeroed onto her nude pussy.
He licked his lips and her breaths hitched. He seemed like a predatory animal. Full of intent. Danger. Sexual.
His potent scent, from the sex they’d had, poured off him in hot waves.
“Turn around,” he whispered. His voice sounded gruff and aroused as he placed his strong hands on her bare shoulders and led her toward the closest bedroom window. Earlier, before she’d started cleaning herself up, she’d opened the curtains, and now as she stood in front of the window, she could see out into the yard. Could see his two friends stripping off their shirts in front of her red water pump.
Fissures of excitement rippled through her as she watched huge muscles bulge in their arms. One of the men began to pump and water cascaded out. The other yelped as he splashed the cold water over a well-muscled, wide chest.
The taller of the two was sandy blond haired with a dark shadow of moustache and beard. His hair was almost shoulder-length, parted in the middle with no bangs and brushed sideways over his ears. The other man looked thinner, his hair dark brown and also shoulder-length. He looked quite tanned, like an Indian, and also well- muscled. They both wore tight jeans that rode low on their hips and cowboy-style boots.
“The blond one is Cassidy and the other one is Spencer,” Logan said as he massaged her shoulders. She expected him to move her away from the window, for all the two men had to do was look and she’d be seen standing here naked. But he didn’t.