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

daily sex fix. But now, despite her confidence in her abilities of riding a horse, which, he might add, she did much better than any of them, and the lightning-quick way she went for her gun at the slightest hint of trouble, made it seem like she was one of the guys now.
    Kind of. But she was a hell of a lot prettier. And sexy as sin. But she was too serious for his liking, despite him liking her even more now that he didn’t feel the need to constantly protect her.
    Kayne frowned as he unzipped his jacket and tugged a piece of grizzly bear jerky out of his shirt pocket. Zipping the coat back up, he ripped off a healthy piece of jerky with his teeth and slowly chewed the salty, dried meat.
    From inside he could hear Maddox and Riley laughing. They were planning on making breakfast for Eve, allowing her to sleep. After all the pleasure the four of them had experienced, they were tired and satisfied, yet Kayne felt like he could go another round with her.
    In the old days, he would have gone back in, woken her up, and had a quick fuck. She’d purr like a kitten and accept him. But now, he wasn’t so sure.
    Maybe he just needed some time to get reacquainted with her. Or maybe it was just himself that was edgy due to the fact he didn’t know what to do about this place that Trader Jack had left them. Or maybe he was itching to get his hands on the gold Eve had mentioned and just wanted to get it over with.
    Hell, he didn’t know what the problem was. All he knew was he missed the peaks of boldness Eve had been experimenting with before she’d been taken from them. He’d liked that she’d been starting to take the initiative, despite their warnings to her that they would demand sex, not her.
    Her occasional bouts of boldness had turned him on, and he’d enjoyed punishing her when she went against their rules. Enjoyed sexually dominating her during those times. Taking control of her body. Especially that last morning when she’d come to him wearing nothing but boots and a blanket. She’d wanted sex. He’d given it to her nice and rough. Twice. That last time without a condom…
    Kayne shook his head with annoyance and ripped off another piece of jerky with his teeth.
    No use in wondering. No use in asking. She would have mentioned a kid if she’d had his. He would have known when he’d seen her naked body splayed out on the couch that she’d had one. He would know if she’d had a child. Wouldn’t he?
    Kayne shook his head. Crazy thoughts. He and the other guys had promised themselves and each other that they wouldn’t make her pregnant. They’d agreed they didn’t want to bring kids into this post-Catastrophe world. A world where they had to keep an eye out for cannibals, criminal elements like himself, and being cold and on the run all the time.
    It doesn’t have to be this way , an inner voice teased.
    Kayne grimaced at that thought and stepped off the porch, suddenly wanting to put distance between the guys’ laughter and himself. They were taking it easy this morning. Forgetting why they’d come out this way. They didn’t realize that there was still much more planning to do, and Eve had more proving to do with her gun before he even allowed her to ride further on this venture.
    He started toward the hill containing Trader Jack’s wind energy turbine. Even from here, he could see the old man’s contraption was spinning wildly in the wind. Not only had the old fellow positioned it on a hill, but he’d also picked a spot midway between two mountains where the wind was forced to flow between the mountains and into the back section of the valley. It was amazing how precise the old guy had been. A few hundred yards away from the large gardens that he’d tilled, the trees swayed like crazy, and on this side of the cabin, the air was crisp but barely moved.
    As he strolled past the gardens, he couldn’t help but notice that Trader Jack had already started planting. There was a section where small seedlings