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

exploded when the sweetness of the peaches splashed around in her mouth as she chewed. Definitely still good.
    They both made sexy moans as they slowly savored the treat. Teyla was smart enough not to rush it, accepting the flavor, committing it to memory, knowing she may never have another chance at having canned peaches again. At the very least, not for a very long time.
    They both tipped their plates and allowed the remaining juices from the peaches to slide into their mouths. She made sure to lick her plate, too, savoring the sweetness. When they were both finished, he gazed at her untouched glass, half-full of whiskey.
    “How about shooting down your whiskey, and then we can take a nice walk outside.”
    His suggestion of a walk both disappointed and excited her. Having the peaches had chased away the sad memories of the past and brought back the need for more sizzling sex with him. Taking a walk in the dark had been something she hadn’t done in quite some time. The dark spooked her, but taking a walk with Logan sounded very nice.
    “As long as I can wear some warm clothes,” she teased.
    “The minute we come back, I want those clothes off,” he commanded in a hoarse voice.
    “Only if yours come off, too. I’ll drink the whiskey when we come back.”
    He nodded. “Okay, get dressed, and hurry, or I just might take you right here again.”
    She wanted to tell him that’s what she wanted, but he was already heading to the hook where he’d left his leather jacket. As he zipped it up, he saw her watching him and chuckled for her to get a move on.
    Minutes later, she’d put on a pair of jeans, snug wool socks, a warm pink sweater, and her burgundy cardigan. Giving her long hair a quick brush, she enjoyed the look of appreciation in Logan’s eyes when she joined him at the kitchen door. Stuffing her feet into a pair of her late husband’s warm work boots she followed Logan out the door and into the darkness.
    Frosty air snapped against face and hands as she locked the door. She didn’t expect anyone to be around out here, but having all that money in her basement called for some sort of security. Sliding the key into her cardigan pocket, she turned around and realized it wasn’t actually that dark.
    The sky literally danced with white and green moving lights. She’d heard the light had something to do with the magnetic layers surrounding the Earth’s atmosphere which had been disturbed since the solar flares. That was another reason the climate had gotten colder since then. A mini Ice Age, they said, was happening on the other side of the Earth. Surviving scientists couldn’t agree if the Ice Age would eventually encompass the entire Earth or if things would stay the same or get warmer someday.
    She followed him down the stairs, and they walked along the dirt road that wound through her property. They walked side by side for a long time in the stillness, and she really felt safe having him here. Gone was the feeling that every shadow was a murderer and every sound a pack of wild dogs sneaking up to rip out her throat.
    “I want to apologize for my earlier behavior,” his deep voice burst through the quiet night air like a thunderclap shaking her feelings of security.
    Earlier behavior? Until now, he’d been quite the gentleman. Had she missed something?
    “You asked me where I’d been during the Catastrophe, and I gave you the brush-off.”
    “It’s my fault,” she said, trying to reassure him. “It’s none of my business.”
    He gave her a weak smile. “If you can talk about it with me, a complete stranger, I should do the same. I owe you that much.”
    “You don’t own me any explanation.”
    “I had a wife and two daughters,” he said quietly, and she immediately detected the pain in his voice.
    “You don’t have to—”
    His gaze snapped to her face and his eyes softened.
    “I know. I want to. I figure it’s as good a time as any. And I’ll have you to drown my sorrows in