by Jan Springer
Frig. But she was fast with that gun.
He shouldn’t be aroused like this. Not with a loaded weapon pointed at him and her finger on the trigger. But she was naked, and well, he was aroused. Maybe because deep down inside of himself, he trusted her not to shoot him? Or maybe because of that hot, sexy look flaring in her eyes when she realized he wasn’t a serious threat?
A tinge of a smile whispered past her lips, and he saw her shoulders slump ever so slightly in relief. Then her cheeks had grown quite red, just as they’d done those first few times after they’d rescued her from that pleasure house when they’d all have sex.
“You look good in red,” he said quietly, trying not to spook her finger from accidentally tightening on the trigger.
Puzzlement flared in her eyes. Then she understood his meaning about her cheeks, and she smiled harder. Her cheeks got even redder.
“No need to stop on my account, colt. I used to watch you masturbate.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. Obviously she didn’t remember. It irritated the hell out of him that she’d forgotten how easily they’d had sex together. Both knowing instinctively when the other wanted it.
“Yeah, we watched each other sometimes, too.” He didn’t make a move to undo his pants as he’d done in the past. He didn’t want to scare her away or have her think of him as some sex-crazed maniac. Hell, they’d both been sex crazed. All four of them, actually. Having sex to blow off steam. Having sex to celebrate a successful robbery or to punish her for going against their rules.
Kayne exhaled slowly. Took a step back. Figured it would be best if he left.
“Don’t,” she whispered. Or at least he thought she said that word. It was said so low that maybe he’d imagined it?
“I came back for a reason,” she said, this time her voice higher. “I came back because I want to remember. Everything. I want to experience the dreams I have about…all of us. And that includes this,” she said as she laid the rifle down near her. To his surprise she smoothed her hands over her breasts. Yeah, that would be something she would have done in the old days. She avoided eye contact with him. Something she wouldn’t have done. Instead, her gaze drew down to watch herself pluck at her nipples.
Oh man, she was killing him here doing that. He stood mesmerized by her. Silently watched until his cock was flaring so hot and swollen, he had to stop himself from growling at her.
Ah, geez. This was kind of weird. He didn’t know what to say. So he said nothing. He just stood there staring at her like he was some kind of dumb-ass teenage boy who didn’t know what to do with her. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to her. It was just her not remembering everything was kind of a wall for him. Besides, she looked unsure as hell. Maybe even uncomfortable. Definitely not confident in the sex department.
“Is this what I used to do?” she asked, her head lifting to meet his gaze again. Her eyes were wide with innocence and dark arousal. Her cheeks flamed like crazy. But he had to hand it to her; she had balls, wanting to do this in order to get her memory back.
He swallowed. Took a step forward. “Usually I would tell you what to do while you masturbated.”
She tilted her head to the side a bit, a curious look in her eyes. “So, tell me what to do?”
Fuck.
“I would be forceful, too.”
He saw her swallow. Then she nodded. Her eyelashes fluttering. She kept massaging her breasts.
He grew harder. He really, really should walk away and not take advantage of her memory loss like this. For all she knew he could be lying. To get his way with her.
He took another step toward her. Heat slammed through him as her gray-blue eyes dipped to below his waistline. She swallowed again. His cock pulsed painfully.
“So be forceful. Like that time on the side of the mountain.”
He blinked, holding his breath. Awareness skittered along his veins. Obviously she’d remembered something. “Which time? There were many.”
“I…remember…wearing nothing but a blanket and boots. Did I do that often? Wear just a blanket? Is that all I was to you three? A sex toy?”
Her brow furrowed with disappointment.
Ah shit. How did he answer that direct question?
“That was our last time together before your memory loss. What else do you remember?” So much for answering her question.
“Lots of sex,” she said softly. She kept massaging her breasts, and he took another step toward her.
“There was that,” he admitted.
“Tell me…how we met?”
Kayne stiffened. Was she trying to break the mood? If he told her the truth, that they’d picked her up while she was doing a short stint at a pleasure house, then she just might not be so into sex at the moment. And he sure as hell was.
“Maybe we should just wait and see if you remember on your own? I’d rather not cloud it with my version.”
“And if I never remember?”
He inhaled sharply at that question. Don’t go there, Kayne. He’d gone that route when she’d first claimed memory loss and she’d refused to return with them. It had been devastating to all of them, losing her. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t searched for her after that HellCity encounter when they’d scared her so badly. But Eve and the woman she’d been travelling with had covered their tracks, and it had seemed as if Eve had just dropped off the face of the Earth.
“Would it matter to you if you didn’t remember?” Was she going to leave them again? He should just come out and ask her.
“Would it matter to you?” she breathed. He followed her hands as they slipped off her breasts and dipped downward over her tummy. One finger lodged into her belly button. Her fingers from her other hand trailed in featherlight caresses over her lower belly, just above her mons. She widened her legs, allowing him to see more of her.
For a moment he forgot her question. Then it came back to him.
“No, it wouldn’t matter.” Maybe that was a bit of a lie, but hell, she was Eve. He’d have to take her any way he could. He would also have to eventually tell her the truth, that they had met in a pleasure house. That at the time, they’d all dealt with her being a pleasure girl, putting it behind them. Now just wasn’t the time to bring it up, and she didn’t seem distressed about not knowing certain things about her past. He would tell her though, even if she didn’t remember. He had to tell her when the time was right. He owed her the truth.
She spread her legs even wider, and he got an eyeful of pink labia and light brown hair. Could almost see the base of the butt plug there, too. His cock pulsed, ached like a bitch. Oh man, he wanted to sink into her tight, wet warmth. Had he been wrong about her? Maybe she was more sexually confident that he’d thought?
“Is this what I used to do while you watched?” She blinked prettily at him.
Fucking tease.
Maybe he could bring back some of those memories by acting like he used to act and not treating her like she was some breakable egg? That thought brought a searing rush of pleasure snapping through him. And wild adrenaline. Yeah, fuck her virgin attitude. He was going to seriously show her what happened between them in the past. And he was going to do it now.
* * * *
Eve noticed the instant Kayne changed. First, restlessness flared in his gaze. Then panic and then as if a lightbulb was going off, his eyes went from tender lust to possessive animal in a split second. One moment she’d been feeling comfortable with him, teasing and flirty, and the next moment…she couldn’t quite put a word to it. Frightened was too powerful. Aroused was too weak. Whatever it was, she really liked this new forceful look he suddenly portrayed. It fired her blood and made her body hum. Made her want to challenge him sexually. Maybe even make him mad? Make him angry, so he’d be rough with her? Oh my goodness. What kind of a woman had she been? Or still was?
“Kayne,” she whispered, momentarily wanting to apologize for her behavior but then realizing it seemed he enjo
yed what she’d been doing because he was moving toward her with wicked intention, and he was coming fast.
She yelped when he reached her and roughly grabbed her wrist. In a flash, he hauled her to her feet. His large hands splayed against her waist, and his head came down, his mouth fusing over hers like a heat-seeking missile.
Her world tilted as he kissed her. Hard. Fast. Furious.
Oh my goodness! This guy meant to fuck her mouth with his, didn’t he? His lips sipped on hers, bit gently, and then fused over her mouth again until she was literally heady. She didn’t even remember grabbing onto his strong, tense shoulders until he broke the kiss and stared at her.
He was breathing furiously, and his gaze was enraged. “Don’t tease me, Eve. You know how crazy that makes me,” he said hoarsely.
Um, actually, no she didn’t, but she certainly knew now. She could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. Could feel her reaction shooting through her like blades of fire, and she suddenly felt helpless to stop whatever he wanted to do to her.
“There, that’s the look I remember. A hint of fear. Soft and pliable in my arms. Innocent and willing.”
He lifted a hand off her waist and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip in such a gentle caress her knees literally wobbled. Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders for balance.
“Kayne.” She wanted to tell him that yes, for a moment he’d frightened her, but that she knew deep down inside he’d never hurt her. But his other hand had left her waist, and he suddenly slipped a hand between her thighs, widening her. All her thoughts were swept away as his finger dipped into her wet vagina.
“Wet, aren’t you, colt? Like you always were. Always wet for me,” he murmured. He breathed deeply, the sound harsh and sensual. His eyes flashed a darker blue. Then he slipped his finger out of her and pressed it against her clit. He rubbed her tender spot so freaking hard, she cried out in surprise at the quickness and erotic intensity of the pressure. He dipped his finger into her vagina again, collected more wetness, and massaged her clit again. Harder, firmer, and faster.
The fierceness of it threw her mind off balance, and all she could do was hold on to him for dear life, totally helpless, as nerve endings flickered to life and snapped to attention.
Oh wow! This is way too good.
With every stroke of his finger over her clit, her body tightened, and she felt herself surrendering to him. She wanted to just disappear. Jump into the pleasure she knew he would give.
And then his harsh voice rocked her out of her thoughts.
“Turn around, Eve. Face this tree, here,” he commanded.
She blinked up at him for a few seconds, totally not comprehending that he’d removed his hand from between her thighs and was now looking down at her with fierce intent.
“Turn,” he snapped. “Do as I say, Eve.”
Uneasiness, but in a very nice way, skittered through her.
“What—what are you going to do?”
He cocked his head slightly to one side. “I’m going to take you somewhere, Eve. Take us both somewhere very sweet.”
She swallowed. What did that mean?
He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. “That tree right there. Face-first against it. Now.”
She nodded jerkily and walked toward it, barely realizing the cold wind slapping against her bare flesh, she was so hot for him. Behind her, she could hear him following. Could smell him. His scent had grown stronger now. He smelled of the wilderness. Primal. Wild.
And then she suddenly knew. He would take her hard. Like a rutting animal.
Oh God.
She faltered in her step, caught herself. Kept going. Was this how it had been between them? Wild, intense. Him in charge?
She was breathing hard now. Her body tense with awareness as she positioned herself face-first against the tree. She was careful not to press her breasts against the bark. It looked rough and hurtful, and her nipples were feeling ultrasensitive and peaked.
She whimpered when he stepped in front of her on the other side of the tree. He was a big man. But she wasn’t afraid of him. She felt…safe? Excited. Needy. Wanting him to fuck her.
To her surprise he roughly grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer to the tree, wrapping her arms together so that she was in a hugging position with it. She gasped as her nipples scraped against the rough texture of the bark. Felt the soreness as it rasped against her tender flesh. Suddenly she realized she liked this discomfort.
He produced a belt. He must have removed his coat as well as his belt while following her.
“I’m going to tie you here, colt. Then I’m going to take you from behind. Just like I did our last time together before you left us.”
She creamed at his words. Blew out a tense breath.
“You’re at my mercy now, Eve. Just like in the old days.” He tightened the belt around her wrists. Pulled on it to make sure it was secure, and then he moved away. She watched as he circled around her to her backside.
“You’re a tease, Eve. Did you know that?”
She shook her head. She hadn’t realized that. Not at all. Flirty, yes, but a tease? Or did those two words mean the same thing?
He slapped her ass cheeks, and she yelped as pain slashed her tender flesh. In response, her body twisted, her tender nipples grazing harshly as her breasts touched the tree bark.
It wasn’t a tender slap. It frigging hurt. And to her surprise, the pain was followed by an erotic heat that flared deep inside of her pussy. He slapped her again. She gasped as pain and heat mingled through her ass cheeks, zipping a hot line into her vagina. Pain flared in her nipples as well as she bounced against the tree.
Another harsh slap. It stung. She creamed. Good grief. He knew what he was doing.
She couldn’t help but cry out as he smacked her ass again, the pain twisting and turning into something sensual and carnal. Oh my gosh, what did she have? Some endorphin overload or something?
“Do you remember all the spankings we gave you, Eve?”
She shook her head, yelped as he smacked her ass again.
“How we’d tie you and spank you until your ass was blushing a pretty pink like it is now. Sometimes, when you were especially bad, we’d make your ass so red, you couldn’t sit for a couple of days. That’s when we’d take you standing up. Like now.”
She continued to shake her head. She couldn’t remember any spankings. But oh, she so wanted to!
“Come on, Eve. Think!” he snapped. She could hear the frustration lacing his harsh voice. Could feel the tenderness in his palms as he cupped and held her burning ass cheeks with his large hands.
“I don’t remember everything. Just bits and pieces, Kayne,” she offered, trying to alleviate that frustration he felt. That they both felt.
“You don’t have to remember, Eve. Just feel it. Feel the pleasure. Live in it. Maybe your memory will come back to you that way.” He let go of her ass, and a funny feeling whipped through her lower abdomen as she heard the rasp of his zipper lowering.
“I didn’t use a condom that last time we were together. I don’t have one with me now, but I’ll withdraw.”
She froze at that comment. He hadn’t used a condom that last time? Something flickered at the back of her mind. Something that almost came back to life and then vanished again.
“Condoms,” she muttered, struggling to regrab that memory.
All thoughts disintegrated as his mushroom-shaped cockhead slid into her heavily creaming vagina.
Oh my! He was big. She inhaled softly at the size as he stretched her vaginal muscles. She remembered how good he’d felt sliding into her earlier this morning, after Maddox and Riley had taken her. This time, thankfully, she wasn’t feeling the embarrassment of her first time with all three of them, and Kayne’s intoxicating size felt even better.
Wanting more, she thrust her hips backward against him, taking him deeper into her vagina. He groaned and swore softly. His body melted against her, his rod sinking dee
per, his hard steel muscles pushing against her soft curves. His heat and his scent swarmed around her, making her heady. Making her hungry for him. Making her bold.
“Fuck me, Kayne,” she demanded. “Fuck me, hard and fast. Like you used to.”
For a moment she felt his body stiffen. But then he withdrew, and she gasped as he impaled her to the hilt in one solid, wicked thrust.
“I’ll fuck you, and I’ll make love to you, Eve. For however long you want. For eternity,” he said hoarsely. His face buried into the crux of her neck and shoulder, the raspy hairs on his face sparking attention upon her skin wherever he touched. His tongue licked a hot line of fire along her neck as he bucked into her, his thick cock impaling her to the hilt.
“Make lots of love to you, baby. Make up for all the time we lost,” he whispered softly and bucked harder.
Emotions, thick and raw, swelled inside her. He’d used the word love in a sentence. Twice! That’s all she’d ever wanted to hear, wasn’t it?
Love? Yes, she wanted to hear that word spoken from his lips. From Riley’s lips. And from Maddox, because she felt the love from them. She felt it in the way they looked at her. The way they touched her and fucked her. Yet, they seemed to shy away from showing their feelings or saying that word out loud.
That sudden realization that they may not be able to say the word love suddenly made everything seem clearer. Everything seemed to suddenly fall into a better perspective. Now she understood them a bit more. But she wanted to find out more about them.
He withdrew and thrust into her, his impalement pushing her body and breasts against the tree, making flames of pleasure-pain zip across her nipples. His every plunge pushed her butt plug deeper into her ass. Her anal muscles clenched eagerly at the plug, and her ass throbbed, making her wonder if this was how it felt to be double penetrated. If so, then yeah, she really wanted to experience more of what the three men had to offer. Wanted to remember it all. Very much so!
