eyes and he cursed himself for scaring her and forced himself to calm down.
“I didn’t ask that question, Teyla.”
“I said he’s the law. He doesn’t need an invitation. He drops by whenever he feels like it.”
Whenever he feels like it? Irritation snapped through him like a live wire.
Chill, Logan. Chill. The guys said she didn’t sleep with him. He needed to relax and remember that.
The jovial sounds of his friends’ voices outside made Logan realize they probably didn’t have a clue they’d just had a visitor.
“Get dressed. Wear something pretty. I need to talk to the others,” he told her and ignored the pout on her mouth. A mouth he wanted to kiss and make love to.
Damn, but he sure did have it bad for her, didn’t he?
He didn’t miss the pink flush in her cheeks or the sultry sparkle in her eyes. Maybe she wanted another menage?
Oh, shit. He needed to get away from her before he took her up against the bathroom wall or before he fell head over heels in love with the woman. He left the bathroom and rushed through the bedroom into the kitchen. Thankfully, the saddlebag had been out of immediate eyeshot and it appeared his jacket had been, too. He grabbed his jacket, donned it, and relief swept through him as he felt the familiar heaviness of the gun in the pocket. Despite the relief, his heart hammered insanely against his chest as he realized exactly how dangerous the situation had been. The law had come calling and the boys had been absent. Not to mention he’d been so fucking jealous, he’d almost turned on her.
Fuck, he was crazy. That cop could come back. Could have caught him literally with his pants down. Put a bullet into him.
He swore softly and headed outside.
Tugging her robe around her, Teyla took a shuddering breath and gazed at herself in the mirror. Sizzling shimmers scampered up and down her back. She looked…well, she looked erotic.
Her hair was a gorgeous mess, her mouth looked plump and red from kissing and her eyes seemed so bright, someone might think she had a fever. Opening her robe, she gazed at her nude body. It even looked different. Voluptuous. Her breasts appeared huge, felt swollen. Her nipples were pert and red from their touches. And the area between her thighs and her ass throbbed intensely with a need she’d not felt before.
She wanted to be taken by Logan again. Wanted to experience another menage. But these men could be dangerous if what the sheriff had said was true. The exorbitant amount of money they were paying her for her services proved to her they were into something illegal. And Logan’s uneasy reaction when she’d told him the law had been here pretty much confirmed he was part of that Durango gang.
Oh, crap. Wasn’t that just her rotten luck? Falling for a guy who was a desperado. A guy, who, if caught by the law, would swing by the neck until he was dead. These days, despite a self-appointed sheriff, there really wasn’t any sort of legal justice. It was vigilantism all the way around. Posses grabbed their suspects and dished out the punishment as they saw fit. Robbers and killers were treated alike. Hanged by the neck until dead. Which left her with the question what should she do now?
Up until now, they hadn’t given her a reason to be afraid of them. They’d been quite pleasurable. Kind. Studs. If they’d wanted to harm her, they would have done that, wouldn’t they? And her instincts would have told her to beware.
Besides, her friend, Dr. Elizabeth, had said they could be trusted in that note she’d sent with Logan. It was her handwriting, and her perfume splashing from the note, so there wasn’t any doubt about who had written it. And her friend wouldn’t have joked about sizes if she’d been under pressure to write out a note for Teyla.
Oh, for Pete’s sake, if they were dangerous to her, they would have rode in and taken her against her will, and not gone to all this trouble of coming with notes and paying her. Logan wouldn’t have been so damned nice to her and everything.
No, he wasn’t a danger. She wasn’t a judge on why he would run with the Durango Gang if he was with them at all. Besides, what they did was none of her business. Right?
Right, she firmly told herself.
Besides, she was just doing her job. Being a pleasure girl. No one could judge her for doing her job, and who was she to judge them?
Wear something pretty, Logan had said. Exactly what did he mean by that? Pretty like in a dress she’d wear to a cocktail party? Obviously that wasn’t happening, since she didn’t attend parties. Or did he want her to dress sexy like she wanted to get fucked by three men again? Oh, God, she had to be too stupid to live to actually be entertaining thoughts of more sex with potential outlaws. Teyla rolled her eyes and headed back into her bedroom.
Yep, obviously she was too stupid to live because that’s exactly what she wanted.
“You two were what?” Logan exploded. He couldn’t believe his ears.
“Fixing the door to her greenhouse out behind the barn. We tended to the horses and then took a walk out back, saw some work needed doing, and did it,” Spencer said, eying Logan as if he had two heads for even asking him to repeat what he’d just said.
Holy crap! They hadn’t been here more than a few hours, and they were already domesticated.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Cassidy asked as he came up behind Spencer, a frown of concern ripping across his face.
“Cop was here.”
Well, that certainly took the air out of both men’s sails, didn’t it? He took immense satisfaction in their sudden sobering looks as both men went for their guns. Their relaxed gazes snapped to the look of the hunted and Logan instantly felt better.
This was the way they were supposed to be. All three of them. On guard, ready to protect each other and cover each other’s backs, not fixing up a rundown farm. But wasn’t that exactly what he’d wanted to do when he’d sat up on that hillside gazing down at Teyla’s rundown farm nestled snugly in the valley? Yeah, he had felt exactly that way. Damned domesticated.
Hanging out with Teyla made them forget the fact they were fugitives. Wanted men. And he knew they’d die shooting to prevent themselves from getting hanged by the neck, compliments of a vigilante law.
“What the hell happened?” they both asked at the same time and crowded in around Logan. Their guns were now drawn, their backs against each other as if expecting shots to be fired at any second.
Good, he’d spooked them. This was the way they needed to be. Alert. Ready for trouble.
Not working a freaking farm and fucking the cutest woman he’d come across in one hell of a long time.
“He’s gone. Teyla got rid of him. She says he won’t be back, but as we know, any type of law is unpredictable.”
Both men seemed to relax, but the familiar tension remained. It sparkled between the three of them, reminding them of the close call.
“You sure she handled it okay?” As in can we stay longer? That was pretty much the message Logan was reading from Cassidy’s question and the eager look on both men’s faces as they awaited his answer.
“It needs to be all three of us together or just me.” Which, if he really thought about it, was what she’d originally agreed to. “She’s never done this before. I don’t want us scaring her off.”
Cassidy frowned. “I thought-” His words were cut off by a sharp jab to his ribs, compliments of Spencer, who of course wanted some one on one with Teyla.
“Logan set it up this time. If that’s what the lady says, that’s the way it will be. You know the rules. Always listen to the lady’s wishes. Now, let’s get washed up and get started on supper.” Spencer muttered his disappointment beneath his breath, turned, and strode toward the red water pump fifty yards away. Cassidy stayed, his intense gaze fixed on Logan. The guy was studying Logan as if he was some curious insect or something.
“What gives with the chick? Last night you said she was in agreement with us three doing her. That also
