by Jan Springer
“Name what you need from me on the trail, and it’s done.” She would do anything to get her hands on those gold bars.
“Not only do we get half the gold, we get you. All of you. Unconditionally. Whenever we want you. Just like we used to.”
Oh God. Instinctively she’d known Kayne would agree to the amount, and she also knew deep down inside of her that he would make the statement of her being their bed partner. Yep, she should have set some ground rules. But she didn’t want any. She wanted to experience what she’d felt during those teasing flashbacks. She wanted to plunge headfirst into that illusive, scorching pleasure. She wanted to remember everything.
“I’m assuming you’ll need a plug to prepare you,” Kayne guessed.
From the sides of her vision, she saw the other two men visibly lean forward in anticipation of her answer, and her tummy hollowed out with such an awesome feeling, she had to stop herself from gasping. My goodness, he was bold.
“I don’t have a plug,” she admitted. Sweet mercy! Was she crazy, agreeing to this?
She heard Maddox swear softly beside her. Could see the flash of Riley’s white teeth as he bit into his lower lip. He did that when he stifled his arousal. She blinked in stunned disbelief as she remembered that yes, Riley did nibble on his lower lip when trying to keep his arousal in check.
She’d just remembered something again. She should be ecstatic, but the heated way the three men were looking at her had her so frightened and aroused at the same time, that yes, she had to be crazy to be agreeing to this.
“I’ve still got plenty of brand-new plugs. All waiting for you, Eve. And tons of lube and condoms,” Kayne said. His voice sounded hoarse and very pleased that it would be so easy to get her back into his bed. Into their bed.
Eve swallowed, feeling the heat of her own arousal lashing her.
“Fine. Give me a plug, and I’ll put it in.” Obviously she’d worn them, if her flashbacks were an indication. But would she remember how to insert one?
Kayne shook his head. “No, we’ll put it in, Eve. We always put one in.”
Eve creamed and held her gasp of excitement as it snapped through her like a live wire.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Kayne said.
She sighed in relief, not realizing just how anxious this talk about plugs had made her. Visions snapped through her mind. Her sandwiched between two of their rock-hard bodies, their cocks plunging into her ass and vagina simultaneously. Her crying out as they brought her the pleasures she craved like a drug. A cock plunging into her mouth, silencing her.
Oh boy. What had she just gotten herself into?
“We move out at first light. Any objections?” Kayne asked as he gazed around at the other two men.
Neither man said anything. Maybe they were thinking the same thing she’d been thinking? Why wait? Why not get it on now? Get reacquainted tonight?
She stiffened as Kayne stood.
“It’s my turn on lookout,” he said. His voice sounded back to normal. All traces of arousal had vanished. Turning from them, he grabbed his rifle and an extra blanket from near the fire. Eve watched as he headed back down the trail from where she’d just come and was swallowed up by the darkness.
Damn him.
The son of a bitch had managed to tease her into wanting to have sex with all three of them right now. And he was simply walking away? She should have her head examined for wanting them to make love to her as if nothing had happened. As if almost two years hadn’t passed. As if she hadn’t lost all memory of them and she was now starting to get it back and wanted their help in getting the rest of it back, too.
Eve shook her head and blew out another breath of relief. Without looking at the other two men, she stood and hurried to her horse to get her gear.
Chapter Three
Riley could only stare after Kayne as arousal seared through his system. Just listening to the conversation between Kayne and Eve had made his cock swell and his balls feel as if they were ultraheavy weights inside his sac.
Why the hell was he saying they should wait until tomorrow? Outfit Eve now! He suppressed his eagerness and focused on the other stuff she’d said. One of Wolfe’s men had been the one who’d taken her. The Wolfe Gang had kidnapped her. For him, that was enough to justify taking the son of a bitch and everyone associated with him out. He would, too. But he needed to keep calm. Focused.
He pushed away his rage against Wolfe and his gang and allowed happiness to melt through him as he gazed upon Eve. She looked sexy with the black bandana wrapped around her forehead. Nice long legs and cute butt. Damned sexy girl as she pulled her saddlebags off her horse.
If Kayne hadn’t stated they would maybe outfit her tomorrow, he’d be taking her right now. Right here, up against the cold, hard rocks while Maddox watched.
He’d done it many times. Taken her in front of the others. And she’d always complied. Understandably, she’d seemed shy at first when she’d first joined the gang, but she’d accepted the three of them. And she would accept them again.
Tomorrow.
Maybe.
Shit.
He nibbled on his lower lip and watched as she led her horse further into the trees where their other horses were stabled for the night. How much of her memory had come back? She said she thought she remembered where the gold bars were hidden. Said one of Wolfe’s men had been behind her kidnapping. But when she looked at them, something was missing in her eyes. She still didn’t truly remember everything. That’s why she’d come, she said. So they would help her remember.
His balls twisted as the pressure grew there. His cock swelled almost painfully against his pants. Yeah, he was reacting the same way he’d always reacted to Eve. No other woman had made him react so intensely.
He’d missed her. Too damned much. He realized it now that she was back. But out of respect for Kayne’s wishes and because Eve looked worn out, he would wait to take her.
Eve had finally returned, needing their help to remember. Riley, for one, was happier than a pig in shit. Yeah, sure, he was pissed off, too. Who wouldn’t be?
Eve had lost her memory and opted to take off with some pregnant chick she’d just met. A woman who had been tight-lipped about who she was and where she’d found Eve.
He didn’t know what Eve had endured at the hands of her captors during the short time she’d been with them. He didn’t want to think about what, because if he allowed his thoughts to go in that direction, he would be capable of murder, not that he wasn’t already just by them taking her. The whistle of the teakettle brought him out of his thoughts.
“Do you still like chamomile?” Riley asked when he spotted her returning to camp.
She nodded and threw him a watery smile. He really should embrace her. Welcome her back. Warm her. Take her as he’d done so many times when she’d been here with the gang.
Instead, he stifled his impulse and his needs. Being without a woman, without Eve, for so long as he had, had been hell on him and the others. Rest assured, he would put his pent-up sexual energy to good use. He would make damned sure Eve was pleasured so much that she wouldn’t dream about leaving them again.
Ever.
* * * *
Eve’s heart was still pounding when a little while later, she climbed under Mad’s thick grizzly bear pelt blanket. He’d generously offered it to her, and she’d eagerly accepted, knowing it would chase away the chill clutching her flesh.
It was warm beneath the hide, and she closed her eyes and inhaled Mad’s scent. Raw, primal man. The smell of him still fired her blood as it had done from the moment she’d met him that first time in the pleasure house where they’d rescued her from. Back then, she’d been desperate, fully prepared to give herself to any man who would pay her the money she needed to buy food. When the three of them had arrived at her room in the pleasure house on her third week there, she’d been stunned that the house master wanted her to sleep with all of three of them.
At the same time.
They’d been tender with her, not knowing this had been her first time in a ménage. God, they’d been so good. Their touches had sent wickedly delicious sensations snapping through her and sent her knees to trembling. Just as she was feeling now.
She couldn’t believe how easily she’d given into Kayne’s demands about her sleeping with them again. She should have at least given them an illusion of a fight, instead of panting after them like she was some sex-starved woman.
Truth was, during her memory loss, she’d only masturbated to fantasies of being taken by more than one man. But with the returning of some of her memories, she was aching to have sex with them. Instinctively, she knew the only way to get rid of those aches wasn’t through masturbation.
She would have to sleep with men she was only starting to remember. Sleep with all three of them. Eve tugged the bear hide over her head, chasing the cold air out as well as the sound of the howling wind, and tried to fall asleep.
* * * *
“Something’s different about her,” Maddox voiced to the other two as the three of them washed themselves early the next morning in the frigid waters of Stanley Creek. He wasn’t sure exactly what was different, but something was, and it made her even more attractive to him. They’d taken turns on lookout duty last night. Each of them took two hours.
At the crack of dawn, they’d left Eve, who’d been fast asleep beneath Mad’s favorite grizzly bear hide blanket, her head poking out. Her black bandana did nothing to keep her shiny hair from being splashed out like a golden-brown waterfall on her outstretched arm, which she was using as her pillow. Her pretty red mouth had been parted slightly as she breathed softly, and he ached to slide his throbbing shaft between her luscious lips. Every once in a while, she’d emit a sweet little whimper, and Maddox knew if he hadn’t left the camp with the guys when he did, he would have woken her up and started fucking her right there and then.
“Yeah, you’re right. I noticed it last night when she caught that pistol of yours with such ease. Just like an expert. She handled that gun really good. Someone trained her, and they did a fine job,” Riley replied as he soaped beneath his scrotum.
Maddox always enjoyed being with the guys when the three of them washed themselves as they stood knee-deep in ice-cold glacier water. It wasn’t a sexual thing with him bathing naked with them. It was a bonding thing.
To him it felt like in the days before the Catastrophe when he’d been a paramedic over in the province of Ontario. Being a paramedic had made him feel like he belonged to one big family. And that’s how Riley and Kayne felt to him. Brothers that he’d never had, but had always craved. He really liked this feeling of camaraderie. He felt as if everything they owned belonged to all of them. Including Eve.
“She’s more confident,” Kayne said as he grabbed a pail from the rock-strewn shore, shoved the pail into the water, filled it, then held it up over his head and dumped the contents.
“Fuck! That’s friggin’ cold!” he shouted as the water splashed over his shivering body.
Mad and Riley laughed as Kayne danced the cold dance that he always did when he bathed and shocked himself awake by tossing pails of water over his body.
“Careful, Kayne. That cold water’s gonna shrivel up your cock, and Eve’s gonna be fretting,” Maddox teased.
Kayne grinned and winked. “She’ll like having us back in her bed. Don’t you worry, my cock will be in perfect working order by the time we take her.”
Maddox swallowed as he felt the familiar pulsing of hot blood pour through his shaft and balls. He could feel his cock tightening with awareness and his balls swelling with his sperm. Hell, it was more than sex with Eve. It was this insane need to possess her. To make her belong to him. Make her belong to all of them. Only now, after all these months passing, the urge to have her was more intense and insistent.
“What? Confidence in the way she handles a weapon? That’s what is turning us on?” Riley chuckled. “I think it’s more than that, Kayne. I think it’s because we haven’t been with any other woman since she left. And I, for one, want her like crazy. And I can see by that devilish glint in your eyes, Kayne Durango, you want her really bad, too.”
Maddox felt his pulse began to pound with anticipation as Kayne merely grinned at them.
“I remember the last day she was with us,” Maddox confessed. “She’d asked for some ointment for her nipples. They were red and raw. Despite the pain she must have been in, she was smiling up a storm. She likes some pain with her pleasure.”
Kayne nodded as he handed the empty bucket to Riley. “That would be my doing. I had her breasts rubbing up against the rock wall while I took her.”
Maddox swore softly as he envisioned Kayne doing Eve that way.
“Do you have any of that ointment handy? We’re gonna need lots of it,” Kayne asked.
Maddox nodded and swallowed as tingles of heat and anticipation began to wrap around his cold body.
“Yeah, I have plenty,” he answered.
“When will we prepare her?” Riley echoed what Maddox had just been about to ask.
“We’ll play it by ear. She needs some time to get used to us again.”
“Fuck,” Maddox and Riley both whispered at the same time. But Maddox knew Kayne was right. She’d need time to get reoriented. Hell, this was going to be bad for him, being near her and not taking her.
“You got it, boys. Lots of fucking and lots of loving. By the time we’re finished with Eve, she’ll be remembering every single detail of us and what we shared with her. She’ll be so into pleasure-pain she’ll never want to leave us again. Sound like a good plan, men?” Kayne held up both his hands, palms up, waiting for high fives from both of them.
The sounds of their palms hitting Kayne’s palms snapped through the air like a live wire, and Maddox, for one, couldn’t wait to bed Eve again. By the way Riley’s dark cock was engorging and swelling like a mother of a serpent, he couldn’t wait either.
* * * *
The next morning came too fast, and Eve didn’t want to leave the hot visions of Maddox, Riley, and Kayne that had streamed through her sleep. Their touches, their mouths, and their tongues burned her flesh. The sexual hunger snapping in their gazes had her moaning and panting with need. All of it so intense that the moment she awoke, she instantly knew it had been memories and not dreams. Not fantasies.
It had happened. She’d been their sex toy, and they had been hers.
She inhaled deeply at the chilly mountain air, sucking it deeply into her lungs, hoping it would help cool her fevered body. It didn’t.
To her dismay, her breasts felt uncomfortably swollen, her nipples ached for their touches, and when she stroked between her thighs, her pussy throbbed and her panty was wet from her cream.
Opening her eyes, she blinked into the early morning sunshine and enjoyed the beautiful sparkles of dewdrops dancing on the pine needles of a nearby seedling struggling to grow from a crevice in the rocks. During the night the wind had settled down, but the familiar chill clung to the air. It was a coldness that had followed the solar flares, and despite the warm sunshine, the air always tended to be uncomfortably cool.
She noticed the men were missing, and she hadn’t realized she’d slept through them getting up. Usually she was a light sleeper, waking up to the briefest sounds. Last night, however, she’d slept deep, and she’d felt safe for the first time since she’d lost her memory.
Suddenly she could hear them talking somewhere far in the distance. Somewhere below the encampment. They would be bathing in the creek together. She remembered that now. They used to take early morning dips together, plotting their next robbery while she fixed them breakfast. Just listening to the sounds of their voices sent shimmers of heat and happiness through her, and the last thing she wanted to do was climb out from beneath the warmth of the grizzly bear blanket and start on breakfast.
But that’s exactly what she did. She would prove to those men that she was still the same Eve Wright as she�
�d been before her kidnapping. She just didn’t feel like her. But she would find herself. She had to.
* * * *
Kayne enjoyed watching Eve ride her white horse as they plodded along the rocky trails that meandered through the mountain range. She rode with ease, gently maneuvering the horse she called Snowball around crevices and rocks that might have made the animal inadvertently twist a leg. Out here, having a lame horse could mean the difference between life and death, and taking care of her only fast means of transportation was a top priority.
She really looked good on that horse. Like an Indian goddess, decked out in a tan deer hide coat that fit her like a glove. Her long legs firmly straddled the sides of the horse, and Eve’s cute, curvy butt bounced slightly in the worn saddle with every step from the animal.
Her hair sailed like a wedding veil behind her in the wind, and her gloved hands held the reins like she was a pro. Someone had taught her how to ride like an angel as well as shoot like the devil. He wondered who. Had it been that pregnant woman whom Eve had taken off with? Or had Eve met up with some guy and shacked up with him during the time she’d disappeared?
When she admitted she didn’t have any butt plugs on her, he knew, hell, the guys knew, too, that she most likely hadn’t been taken in her ass for quite some time. Yeah, sure it could be wishful thinking about that, but he didn’t think so. The shy yet hot way she looked at them reminded him of when they’d first taken her to their bed, and it brought anger slashing through him at pondering what might have happened to Eve under Wolfe’s hands. He was a known sadist, who beat and brutalized the women he took to his bed.
But Eve had seemed sure she hadn’t been attacked by Wolfe or his gang members. He’d just have to trust she remembered right. To get rid of the anger, he focused his attention to what had happened this morning when they’d returned from bathing in the creek. They’d found Eve awake, dressed, refreshed looking, and hunched over the small campfire baking pancakes on a sheet of metal that they’d just had lying around in camp. He hadn’t had pancakes since he could remember. His mouth had watered and the three of them had huddled around her, watching the batter bubble and rise as it cooked, like they were three little kids eager to get their chomps into a fine meal. To his further delight, she’d produced some maple syrup in a sealed tin.
