Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jan Springer Page A

chuckled.
    “And he means that quite literally,” Spencer whispered.
    “Great sense of humor, boys. Now get lost, I want some privacy.”
    “Privacy? Since when? You’ve never been bashful about being naked in front of us before.”
    There hadn’t been quite this kind of woman before, he thought to himself.
    He detected a shift in her breathing, realized she was slowly coming out of sleep mode. The last thing he wanted was for her to meet the guys while they were leering down at her.
    “Fuck off, gentlemen, the lady is waking up, and I don’t want your ugly mugs to scare her off. You’ll meet her in a bit.”
    “Your wish is our command, oh, master.” Cane’s grin widened, and he did a low, sweeping bow before Spencer’s nudge urged him out of the bedroom.
    Just in time, too, because Teyla’s pretty, dark brown eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, and damned if his heart didn’t do one hell of a neat flip. Oh, man, he was falling way too hard for this chick. He needed to freeze his heart. Keep this emotionless. It was after all, just a business transaction between them.
    “I think I heard someone,” she whispered, her entire body tensing.
    “Yeah, well that would be the boys,” he admitted.
    She blinked sleepily, as if trying to figure out what he was saying and then recognition snapped through her face. Her smile wobbled and she swallowed. He wasn’t sure if she was afraid or if she was nervous or excited, or maybe all three? Maybe he should ask her if she’d changed her mind?
    “When did they come?” she asked and as she made a move to get off him, she inhaled softly, realizing he was still buried inside her. He could feel her vaginal muscles clench around his shaft a whole lot tighter.
    Fuck, but she was sweet. The guys would appreciate her, just as much as he did. And he wanted to watch her get fucked. It was a fetish of his. To share. Man, he wanted to fuck her again. Now. But he’d wait. They had all day.
    He forced the warmth out of his heart. Forced the emotions from him, as well. Had she been his woman, he would have broken her in slowly. Just as he’d done his wife. But hell, those days were gone.
    “Get dressed,” he ordered. She winced at the coldness in his voice and guilt slammed into him like a sledgehammer. He swore softly beneath his breath as she wiggled off him, her warm cunt reluctantly letting go of his stiff cock.
    “I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time. Make yourself pretty for them. They’ve been without a woman for a long time.”
    She nodded, and as she stood, she grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped herself in it as if she were enveloping herself in a yellow cocoon, protecting herself from him.
    Damn it! He was an asshole for acting so cold toward her.
    He got out of bed, found his jeans, and climbed into them. He tried to ignore how cute she looked with that waterfall of messy, silky brown hair tumbling all around her body while she watched him dress. Tried to resist this overwhelming urge to take her into his arms and give her a mind-blowing kiss. He took a step toward her, but laughter from the other two men from the kitchen area stopped him dead in his tracks.
    Yeah, he needed to cool down. To get out there and away from her, or he’d end up in here the rest of the day. He needed to get updates from the boys regarding the posse and if they’d heard from the rest of the gang.
    Grabbing his shirt, he headed for the bedroom door. When he reached it, he hesitated. He didn’t want to leave without at least apologizing for his gruff order a moment earlier.
    When he turned around, his damned heart felt all warm and fuzzy as he saw that she was still watching him. Her cheeks were flushed; maybe she was embarrassed at the guys being here already? Or maybe she was just plain aroused at the prospect of three men taking her? Well, whatever the case, she sure did look pretty with her hair all messy like that. No, more than pretty. She looked so damned sultry he