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

job. Spend some of the stolen money. He was glad they’d screwed Baron again. Screwed him in his big fat pocketbook, right where it hurt him the most.
    Logan smiled as the sweet feeling of satisfaction purred through him at the thought of Moneybags Baron, as they liked to call the rich, pudgy man, getting word that the Durango gang had taken out his train payload. Again. Despite outrunning the posse that had been on their tail for over a week, they’d split the Durango gang into three groups. His trio had come across the state line into Canada and had managed to give the posse the slip a couple of nights ago when they hit the Bow River. The success of the job had been cause for celebration, and he’d get drunk, but first he wanted Teyla again. Yeah, he’d really enjoy taking her both times. Her cream was hot and delicious as it flowed into his mouth. Her scent sensual and arousing. Man, and the hot way she moaned when he fucked her, well, she just made him crave her badly. So bad that he wanted to take her into his arms every time he was near her.
    A sudden urge to hurry out to the barn and get the grub prompted him to shift his ass into gear. Withdrawing his gun from where he’d left it in his leather jacket pocket , he quickly crossed the yard toward the barn. He wasn’t expecting any trouble as he’d done a good job covering his tracks from the doc’s place. But he always liked to keep a gun handy, just in case.
    As he neared the barn, the urge hit him to go around back to the greenhouse where she’d been working all day. There was a nip of frost in the air, and he wondered how her plants fared in this daily cold environment, compliments of the Catastrophe, but then he stopped himself short. Her greenhouse and her plants were no concern of his. She was a pleasure girl. A woman to be used for his pleasure and then he’d ride out and never look back. Just like he’d done with the other ladies of the evening he’d been with. But this time, the idea of simply riding out and leaving this woman behind didn’t sit well with him. Cursing himself, he bypassed the barn and headed for that greenhouse.

Chapter Four

    Teyla was trembling as she placed the chopped carrots and cubed potatoes into the boiling water sitting on her solar-operated stove. Compliments of the solar panels on the roof of her farmhouse, she’d been able to have access to hot water, a stove, and a bath, simply by switching over batteries when one was drained. It had been her husband’s idea when they’d first moved in, several years before the Catastrophe struck. Being in such a rural place with frequent violent snowstorms in the winter and thunderstorms in the summer, the backup solar energy when the electricity went out came in handy. Neither of them had anticipated exactly how good that idea would be until the electrical grids across the entire world fried during those solar flares. Last she’d heard, it would take years before her farm would be hooked to the grid again.
    Until then, she could only hope the solar parts she had on hand wouldn’t break on her. Solar parts were very expensive on the markets. Any type of light creation such as candles, matches, oil lamps, gas lamps or any heat creation items such as wood stoves and pellet stoves could cost an arm and a leg. Thankfully, she had a cast-iron wood-burning stove in the kitchen as well as fireplaces in each of the bedrooms of her century-old farmhouse. Speaking of fireplaces and wood stoves, she’d tossed even more wood onto the fire crackling in their bedroom, no, correct that, her bedroom, as well as shoving more wood into the cast-iron stove, so it was nice and toasty in here.
    She’d also checked his saddlebag, the one he’d slung over the back of the chair, and had been surprised at the arrangement of knives, guns, and ammo he kept in there. Way too much for somebody just passing through. But it was none of her business, she told herself, reminding herself that Dr. Liz had sent