she noticed? Because she’d been fixated on him, that’s why. He seemed to be a magnet to her. A wicked distraction. A welcome change.
Hunger raced through her as drew her attention downward again and watched him roll on the condom. His cock appeared flushed and swollen and very erect.
Oh, baby, come on, give it to me. Just like before. This time, she didn’t even try to chastise herself for wanting him or curse herself for allowing him to kiss her again.
Gosh, was she desperate for sex or was she desperate? She whimpered as he suddenly dropped to his knees before her. Staring down at him, she watched him slip his fingers beneath the waistband of her panty and slide the flimsy piece of material over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them, and he tossed it beneath the kitchen table. He pressed his palms between her thighs, widening her legs some more.
“I noticed food is scarce around here,” he commented as he suddenly looked up at her, his eyes laden with lust.
She nodded numbly, unable to grasp why he was talking about food when they both so obviously needed sex.
“I have something you’ll like out in my satchel in the barn. I’m hungry, but I’m hungrier for you.” Oh, God.
She inhaled sharply as he licked his lips and lowered his head to between her thighs. Yelped as his tongue slid between her pussy lips, and he lapped at her ultrasensitive clit.
“I couldn’t get enough of smelling you earlier. Need to taste you again,” he said as he drew away and then went in with his head again.
She undulated as he licked her pussy again, his powerful tongue turning into an erotic whip as he lashed her clit. Exquisite pleasure rushed through her. He held her hips tightly so she could barely move and literally ate her vagina. The heat of his lips fused over her pussy and he sucked so hard she instantly exploded.
Shuddering waves ripped her apart. He devoured her. Tormented her. She fought to breathe as emotions and pleasure shot through her like a wanton tornado.
“Perfect,” he gasped as he let go of her. He rose quickly, got into position in front of her, and she whimpered as his thick cockhead pressed between her labia folds. Clutching his biceps, she clenched her teeth as he worked his thick cock into her. Oh, God, had he been this big last time? Unbelievable pressure pillaged her as her vagina muscles stretched and gave way, accepting the huge intruder. He withdrew, and as he thrust into her again, he took her mouth in another plundering kiss that rocked her to her very core.
He stroked his cock into her, entering her with long thrusts that were strong and pushed her toward a climax. He was so big inside her. She could feel every inch of him now, where their first time had been so frenzied and quick she’d just let the sensations whip through her. Now, he was taking his time, making sure she was feeling him. Feeling the heady kiss and the long, torturously slow thrusts.
He began to pump harder, and she knew he must be feeling the power steamrolling toward them. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching the desperate thrusts of his cock.
And then Teyla was there. Ecstasy. It burst through her with a white-hot lightning speed. Her thoughts melted and she became one with him, their bodies fusing.
He swept her soul away, stripped her emotions bare with his driving strokes, and when it was finally over, the spasms in her vagina ebbed away as they held onto each other. She listened to his heavy breathing, committed the sound to her memory, knowing she wanted to keep all the intimate details of him in her mind so she could unbury them after he was gone. Unbury them during the long, cold nights she spent alone.
“I’m going out to the barn to get some food,” he said as he finally pulled out of her. She watched him tie off the condom and toss it into the wastebasket she kept in her kitchen.
“Get dressed. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he ordered.
She made a move to bend over and retrieve the negligee, but he stopped her.
“There is another package in there.” He nodded to a saddlebag slung over the back seat of another chair.
“Put what’s in there on. Leave the robe off.”
She nodded and numbly watched him stroll to the side door, where he slid his big bare feet into his boots. Grabbing a sweater he’d left on the hook, he swept it over his glistening tanned body and then donned his leather jacket.
Without a backward glance, he opened the door and then the screen door. Stepping outside, he shut the door behind him. The sound of it felt like a door closing on her heart. Sadly, reality rushed in, and bitter tears swept into her eyes.
For a moment, he’d made her feel. Made her remember what it felt like to be loved again.
Dammit! Why had she allowed him to kiss her? To allow him into her heart so easily? She was an object to him. Nothing more. What had she expected him to do, anyway? Look back at her and say “See you later, my love?” Or, “I’ll miss you while I’m gone?”
God, she was so pathetic. Why was she reacting so emotionally? What in the world had she gotten into with this guy?
Stepping onto the porch, Logan moved quickly, avoiding the miniscule buttery glow of lamplight splashing from the kitchen windows. Settling in the shadows, he waited several minutes, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Skimming the dark prairie horizon, he checked for any kind of movement and saw nothing. No one but he and that lady doctor knew he was here. His partners would find out tonight or in the morning when they visited her, and he’d instructed her to send them over tomorrow.
The doctor had been recommended by others in the gang he rode with. They said she was a woman known for treating injuries and not asking questions. Obviously, she took her Hippocratic Oath seriously and treated everyone the same. They said she was trustworthy.
Despite their reassurances, he couldn’t shed the wariness of the hunted. He’d lived this way for a couple of years now, and his instincts of being careful and alert had kept him alive. After meeting her his instincts also confirmed that Dr. Liz could be trusted. Nonetheless, it didn’t hurt to be careful. He’d just stay here in the shadows for a couple more minutes, keeping an eye out.
He’d be lying if he denied he’d been turned on when the woman doctor touched his balls and cock while examining him. According to the other members of the gang, anyone in this area who wished to purchase a clean pleasure girl for the evening went through Dr. Elizabeth Brandywine. Getting a clean bill of health had been worth it because she’d sent him here to Teyla. He was damned glad, too, that when Spencer, Cassidy, and he picked straws, he’d been the one who’d picked the short straw between the three of them, allowing him to check out the prostitute first.
Whenever the gang did a job and broke up for safety reasons, he rode with his two friends. The three of them enjoyed sharing a woman. They also took turns in going to one first. The other two would take baths in a nearby town and get drunk. Celebrate the success of their latest job. Spend some of the stolen money. He was glad they’d screwed Baron again. Screwed him in his big fat pocketbook, right where it hurt him the most.
Logan smiled as the sweet feeling of satisfaction purred through him at the thought of Moneybags Baron, as they liked to call the rich, pudgy man, getting word that the Durango gang had taken out his train payload. Again. Despite outrunning the posse that had been on their tail for over a week, they’d split the Durango gang into three groups. His trio had come across the state line into Canada and had managed to give the posse the slip a couple of nights ago when they hit the Bow River. The success of the job had been cause for celebration, and he’d get drunk, but first he wanted Teyla again. Yeah, he’d really enjoy taking her both times. Her cream was hot and delicious as it flowed into his mouth. Her scent sensual and arousing. Man, and the hot way she moaned when he fucked her, well, she just made him crave her badly. So bad that he wanted to take her into his arms every time he was near her.
A sudden urge to hurry out to the barn and get the grub prompted him to shift his ass into gear. Withdrawing his gun from where he’d left it in his leather jacket pocket, he quickly crossed the yard toward the barn. He wasn’t expecting any trouble as he’d done a good job covering his tracks from the doc’s place. But he always liked to keep a gun handy, just in case.
