by Jan Springer
The Desperadoes 3
Be My Dream Tonight
A fiery eruption of solar flares disintegrates most of Earth’s human population, frying electrical grids around the world and thrusting everyone into a cold, harsh land where only the strong survive.
Passionate ménages with the fierce men of the Durango gang have always made Eve Wright’s body hum with sizzling arousal. Secretly, she loved all three men, that is, until she suffered a head injury and forgot them. Now her memory is returning with a carnal vengeance and she knows of only one way to relieve her sexual frustrations…by returning to the men she once loved.
When Eve shows up at their hideout, Kayne, Riley, and Maddox are pleased she wants them to help her remember what they once shared. Their hot looks, tender touches, and scorching pleasure-pain will leave Eve tangled in an erotic storm that threatens to break her heart and give up a gut-wrenching secret.
Genre: Futuristic, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction
Length: 64,564 words
BE MY DREAM TONIGHT
The Desperadoes 3
Jan Springer
MENAGE AMOUR
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BE MY DREAM TONIGHT
The Desperadoes 3
JAN SPRINGER
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Eve Wright hugged herself as the cold, early-morning July mountain breeze whispered against her body. Dressed only in a pair of heavy-duty work boots and a thick wool blanket that reached her ankles, she carefully stepped along the rock-riddled pathway that descended into StanleyGlacierValley. Casting quick glances behind her, she surveyed a rock plateau strewn with straggly, twisted pine trees where the Durango Gang hid during the summer months.
Nothing moved back there, except the white, puffy clouds in the crisp blue sky and a rock rabbit that whistled in fright the instant it saw her. It scurried quickly away across the endless array of craggy gray rocks.
She’d left Riley Raine and Maddox Burns sleeping soundly back there after a passionate night of sex with them. Below her, hidden in one of those rocky outcrops was Kayne Durango, leader of the gang. It had been his turn on lookout duty last night, so he hadn’t been in camp. Subsequently, he’d missed out on the scorching ménage with Riley, Maddox, and herself. She’d missed Kayne’s company, and now she wanted some one-on-one action with him.
Kayne was the oldest of the three at thirty-eight. Maddox was thirty and Riley twenty-eight. She was twenty-five and too old to follow their orders when they told her not to leave camp without an escort. She knew it was dangerous because of the grizzly bears and the wolves that were starving due to the aftereffects of the Catastrophe. But animals didn’t scare her.
What did frighten her were the powerful emotions she’d developed regarding the three hardened men who consisted of the Durango Gang. Not long ago, Kayne had said the gang might be expanding. She didn’t like that idea. With more men entering the gang, she worried about her being shared with other men. Sure she would have a say in it, the men had after all asked her first if she wanted to join them in the gang, and she’d known what was required of her. Three guys were plenty of action for her, and unknown to them, each man now owned a piece of her heart.
It was hard not to love the desperadoes. They’d rescued her from a pleasure house in British Columbia shortly after the Catastrophe. They’d taken her into their gang, fed her, clothed her, and kept her safe from the roaming cannibal gangs and other unscrupulous characters that took advantage of people who’d suddenly found themselves desolate and desperate following the Catastrophe that had fried Earth’s electrical grids and disintegrated a good amount of Earth’s human population. In return, she’d given them access to her body, and not long after, she’d secretly given them her heart.
Bastards.
Yes, she was in love with all three men. Men who most likely viewed her only as a sexual object. She wanted to know how they truly felt about her, but the last thing she wanted to do was to tell them that she loved them. If she told them, then she may end up making a fool out of herself, if they didn’t reciprocate her feelings.
She sighed and shook her head at such schoolgirl silliness.
Yeah, they showed her they appreciated her during their lovemaking sessions. They made sure she was always the first to come, and they certainly treated her with tenderness. Actually, they showered her with too much tenderness at times. Sometimes they treated her as if she were some easily broken doll, who needed pampering and looking after. Their concern for her safety and her happiness had been fine in the beginning. Lately, it wasn’t enough for her. Lately, she realized she
needed something from them. She needed something permanent.
“Why are you out here alone?” Kayne’s angry voice snapped at her from behind.
Damn him. How had he managed to sneak up on her like that? She hated when he did that. For Pete’s sakes, she’d just looked behind her a second ago and hadn’t seen a thing, except that rock rabbit.
She whirled around and came face-to-face with the tallest man in the gang. At six foot two inches to her five feet seven inches, he didn’t intimidate her with his size. What did intimidate her was the wild patter of her heart every time she looked at him.
Startled by Kayne’s sudden appearance, she misstepped on a loose rock and teetered. Before she could fall over, he reached her in a split second, grabbed her around the waist, and hurled her off her feet as if she were a feather floating on the breeze.
Oh, he smelled so heavenly. Always did. Outdoorsy smells. The scents of tart pine and crisp creeks and of the AlbertaRockyMountain wilderness. Wild man. In bed and out.
He lifted her and she curled her arms around his neck and held on as he carried her the fifty or so feet to a nearby protrusion of rocks. There, he gently placed her on the ground and glared at her, anger snapping like a forest wildfire in his light blue eyes.
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you not to wander away from camp on your own, Eve.”
Despite his anger, she could only smile at him. He looked so sexy with a five o’clock beard shadowing his cheeks and square chin. She could tell by the dark shade of circles beneath his eyes he hadn’t slept while on duty last night either. He would be tired. She didn’t care.
She dropped the blanket.
He swore softly.
His gaze raked over her body, from the tip of her head to her pert breasts, then down along her slightly plump tummy, lingering on her shaved pussy, before scooting along the length of her long legs. He grinned when he reached her boots.
“I’m glad you find my attire amusing. Maybe you should fuck me with my boots on,” she teased.
“Maybe I should just fuck you, colt,” he breathed. Colt, his nickname for her due to her long legs. “Obviously that’s why you’ve come down to me,” he continued.
“I missed you last night,” she admitted, liking the way his eyes flared in surprise at her confession.
“What? Didn’t Maddox and Riley give you a good enough time? I could hear your purrs and your screams from down here.”
“I want all three of you together. You guys have spoiled me.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “So? Why do you want me to fuck you here? Alone?”
She shrugged her shoulders and shivered as the cold breeze began to wrap around her.
She ached to reach out and start unbuckling his belt. Ached to dip her fingers beneath his pants and cup his swollen balls. But she knew their latest enforced rules. Don’t touch them unless they wanted to be touched, because she would only be a distraction. So, she kept her hands to herself waiting for a sign he wanted sex.
One day though, one day she would touch them whenever she wanted. Screw their rules.
“Because…” She wanted to say because she loved him, but she kept her mouth shut. “I don’t want you to feel left out.” She said the first thing that came to her mind.
He chuckled, his eyes going a darker blue than usual, and she couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping her lips as he reached up and brushed his finger over the tip of her right breast ever so gently. The tender touch had her yearning for more.
“Eve, I need to rest for tomorrow’s job.”
Weariness drenched his voice, and disappointment shifted through her. For weeks they’d been planning a heist on a bank in a town on the other side of the mountain range. The plan was to ride all night, hit the bank first thing in the morning, then head in the total opposite direction and take a few days ditching the posse before riding back here.
“So…rest. Afterwards.”
She could see the instant his mind changed. She’d never told him, but it always showed in his eyes. First the sign flared as restlessness, followed by a moment of panic, then he succumbed to wanting her. She ached to capture and tame that tension and his split second of terror. Wanted to know what frightened him so much about letting himself love her. The guys had never shared their experiences on the day of the Catastrophe, and the couple of times she’d brought it up, they’d stared warningly at her to remain silent.
But she’d told them her story. Of how she’d been on a freelance photo assignment at a zoo, snapping shots of a newborn whale at a window in an underground pool. When she’d emerged into the daylight, the heat wave had disappeared, and it had actually been cold and windy. It hadn’t taken her long to discover no one had been around. It had been eerie at first. She’d thought maybe an animal had gotten loose and everyone had been warned to get out and somehow she’d missed the warning. Then she’d become quite panicky when she’d realized people had just simply disappeared.
Kayne’s coarse voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Turn around,” he breathed. “Put your hands on the rock.”
Excitement lashed her, and she did as he instructed.
He would take her. Hard and fast. Like a rutting animal. That’s what she wanted this morning. That’s why she’d come to Kayne. Her breathing grew rough as she heard the rustling of his clothing as he undressed behind her.
“I don’t think there’s any need for foreplay, is there, Eve?” he asked a minute later, his voice gravelly and husky.
She shook her head and gasped as a hand dipped between her spread thighs and he sunk a finger into her vagina. Then he withdrew. She heard him slurping his tongue around the arousal juices on his finger.
“Nice. Sweet and wet for me, aren’t you, colt? Well, maybe I’ll just make you a bit wetter? Maybe I’ll drag out what you really want.”
Damn him.
She shook her head and cried out as he sunk his hands into her shoulder length hair. He twisted his fingers through her hair until a slow burn of pain seared through her scalp. Her arousal notched up a few degrees. She liked getting her hair pulled and Kayne knew how to do it just right.
“Maybe I should take you in the ass, huh?” he whispered against her ear, his hot breath blasting her right cheek. Then he sucked an earlobe into his hot mouth, his teeth nibbling until she felt the bite of fiery pain there as well.
She moaned softly, acknowledging to him how much she liked what he did to her. She liked pain with her sex. Not brutal pain, just mild enough to fire all her senses, and Kayne certainly did a wonderful job.
“Take me any way you want me, Kayne,” she breathed.
“Condoms?” he said against her ear.
“Right boot,” she replied, her voice a husky whisper.
Damn, she’d forgotten about the condoms in the heat of the moment. Before she could reach for them, he’d moved away and his fingers dipped into the side of her right boot. He dug around, not finding them. In a moment of despair she thought that maybe she’d lost the condoms on her way down here to find Kayne? Impossible, she’d tucked some packets deep in there before heading out of camp.
He swore softly, dug deeper, and pulled out. He must have found them for his breaths came faster. She heard the rip of foil and smiled at his growl. The wild sound of it sent shockwaves of more arousal coursing through her. She loved that growling noise. It seemed to come from somewhere deep inside his chest. From past experience she knew he made that sound when he couldn’t get the condom onto his swollen shaft fast enough.
She wanted to tell him to hurry but knew her urging would be fruitless. If he tried to speed things up, he’d just tear the condom. The condom ripping had happened a couple of times already with him. He’d made it no secret that none of the gang wanted to bring kids into this type of lawless environment. The unpredictable weather following the Catastrophe made people struggle to find food on a daily basis, so she totally understood their reasoning.
Unless of course, if
one joined the gangs running rampant. Gangs, like the one Kayne had created. These guys robbed banks, held up trains for gold, or stole money being transferred between companies from the Pony Express riders that rode like the wind from the west coast to the east coast and vice versa delivering messages, carrying gold and other valuables, and dodging death.
Survival did that. Made people do things they’d never think they were capable of doing. And she was one of them. She’d never thought she would ever become an outlaw, a woman wanted for robbery and murder, even though she’d never murdered anyone. But the rich had a way of getting rid of the people who robbed them, and framing them for murder was an excuse to hang her and the desperadoes she rode with.
Eve cried out, her dismal thoughts vanishing, as his finger pressed between her labia and he stroked her clit with firm pressure. Wild sensations lashed her. She almost came, but then he moved his finger away. She groaned in frustration.
“Easy, babe. I’ve got you covered.” She heard the chuckle of amusement in his otherwise strangled voice.
She jerked as a hand branded her abdomen. He pulled her back a little toward him and then hesitated before holding her firm. She braced herself as he groaned and pressed his engorged cock into her sopping wet vagina.
“You’re always so nice and tight for me, aren’t you, Eve?” he breathed. He nuzzled his stubbly chin against the crook of her neck and shoulder, the bristles rubbing erotically against her tender flesh.
She kept quiet. She liked feeling the way the pleasure mounted when one of the guys, or all of them, fucked her. She loved being inside the pleasure. Wrapped in it. It made her forget everything about the Catastrophe. But sometimes she was glad the disaster had happened. For if it hadn’t, she would never have met these guys. Hell, if the Catastrophe hadn’t happened, she’d still be slugging it away as a freelance photographer, instead of being thoroughly fucked by three guys on a daily basis.
