Springer, Jan - In Her Bed [The Desperadoes 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

They fucked her like that for what seemed like an eternity. Bringing her to the edge of climaxes, holding her back, and then letting her soar into another one. She cried as swollen hard flesh thrust into her mouth, into her ass, impaled her pussy. By the time they were finished with her she was gasping for breath, and exhaustion snapped at her limbs. Her body was so sensitized to what they’d been doing that the sheets and then the comforters they placed over her literally shocked her body back into arousal mode, and she knew if she hadn’t felt so sensually dazed at the aftereffects of what had just happened, she’d be begging them for more.

She needed rest. Then she could ask for more. Lots more.

Liz curled against the first available hard, hot body and tucked her pillow closer beneath her neck. She slept.

Chapter Eight

Liz knew she was dreaming about the day the Catastrophe hit. Knew she didn’t want to relive it, but as always, she was powerless to stop it. Helpless to stop the sadness that enveloped her at losing all of her patients. She struggled to push away the dark emotions. Tried to wake herself up, but she couldn’t. Everything played out like a puzzle. Pieces here and there, jumbled, confused. And as always, she knew they would sort themselves out, and that horrible day everyone called the Catastrophe would play out.

After the Catastrophe, she’d mourned all her patients, going so far as to bordering on clinical depression. She dare not think about the old days and her dependency on electricity, restaurants, and frozen dinners. Or her dependency on a car.

Gosh, of everything she missed, she missed her car the most. But her car hadn’t worked, just like all the rest of the cars
Durango
and she had tried to start.
Durango
had used his mechanic skills for months trying to get a vehicle going. Nothing worked.

Even vehicles that hadn’t been running the day the solar flares hit didn’t start.
Durango
had never been able to figure out why. No one had.

He’d tried to fix other modes of transportation that hadn’t started either. He’d tried everything. Tractors, all-terrain vehicles, motor boats. Nothing worked. Not even a spark.

She didn’t know the ins and outs of how the Catastrophe had played out, but the prevalent theory she’d heard was it had something to do with solar flares attacking people with certain types of genes. Those people had, according to witnesses, simply disintegrated after a flash of light had been seen in the sky. They’d turned into fireballs, self-combusting and ending up piles of ash wherever they’d been at the time the flares had erupted.

The flares had fried electrical grids, radio towers, satellites, some of which had fallen from the skies. Even airplanes had fallen out of the skies. Trains had crashed. Boats devoid of people had floated aimlessly in lakes and oceans.

She still remembered the day when their lives had changed.
Durango
and she had been having a magnificent bout of mid-afternoon sex. Their shades had been drawn, the room was pleasantly dark, and their central air conditioner had been pleasantly humming away, pumping out cool air that bathed their perspiration-soaked bodies. She’d been orgasming when she’d felt unusually hot for a second. Had vaguely noticed the central air stopping as she cried out her release.

After her orgasm,
Durango
had cradled her in his arms, and they’d lain quietly in bed, their breaths quick in the after-sex glow. It wasn’t until maybe an hour or so later that
Durango
mentioned the central air wasn’t working. She had forgotten about it after drifting off to sleep. She’d protested when he’d climbed out of bed, but he’d noted that it would start getting warm in here if he didn’t get it started again.

He’d played around with the buttons for a couple of seconds before frowning. “Huh, not working. The digital here is blank. Ever had a problem with your central air before?”
Durango
asked as he sat back down on the bed and gazed at her. Even in the dimness of the room she could see the love shining in his eyes for her, and it melted her insides knowing this guy with the nice bulging muscles was all hers. She had the engagement ring to prove it.

He gazed at the clock on his side of the bed. “The digital clock isn’t working either. Power must be out.”

“Probably because everyone and their mother has cranked up their air cons, too. Or maybe we were just so hot that we fried the electricity?” she joked and laughed and realized it was getting stuffy in the room.

“Maybe we should let some air in?” She looked to the window.

He nodded in agreement. “Just a couple of minutes though. All that humidity is just gonna come in and ruin the remaining coolness.”

She watched
Durango
get up and stroll across the room toward the window. His big cock was already at half-mast, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he wanted more sex. The man was killing her gently with all this sex.

Every weekend, it seemed, they spent in bed fucking each other’s brains out. And every night too after they came from work and then sometimes in the mornings before they showered and took off for work, they had sex. In the shower. On the kitchen table. Even on the dryer.

He was a highly sexual man, and until meeting him, she hadn’t realized how sexual she was either.

“I have to take a leak first,” he said and did an about-face and headed into the adjoining bathroom. A couple of minutes later she heard the toilet flush and noticed it sounded funny as if there wasn’t enough water pressure or something.

Great.

“Toilet’s fucked, and so is the water. Meaning we don’t have any. Must be one hell of a power failure.”

Oh crap. She snuggled beneath the sheets and watched as he strolled to the window and lifted the shade. Sunshine washed into the room, the brightness hurting her eyes.

“What the fuck?”
Durango
said as he looked out the window. Something in his voice, maybe fear, or surprise, or both, sent creepy shivers of dread up her spine.

“Come here, Doc. Take a look at this.”

She joined him, grabbing a sheet from the bed and covering herself. Gazing out the upstairs bedroom window, Liz could still feel how hard and fast the disbelief had shifted through her like an evil snake.

Everything looked the same, but it looked different, too. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but the sky seemed to have changed to a deeper blue, and the air was breezy and cold. But just this morning she’d listened to the weather forecast, and they’d been predicting hot, humid, and hazy weather for at least another week with no relief in sight beyond that.

She hugged the sheet tighter around her and shivered at the cold onslaught. “Obviously the weather guys fucked up again,” she complained.

“Forget the weather, what the fuck is going on down on the street?”

Liz’s gaze dropped to the street which, usually teeming with people strolling toward the park down the road, was totally empty. Not only that, she noticed a couple of cars parked precariously on people’s lawns. One car was even parked in front of their neighbor’s house on the lawn directly across the street from them. The car had climbed the curb and come to rest in Carol’s flower bed and snapped their treasured Austrian pine tree right in half.

“Carol’s gonna be pissed,” Liz commented.

“I’m gonna call Bill and see what happened.”

Durango
lifted the receiver and slammed it down. He grinned at her, obviously trying to play it cool, and her heart flip flopped all over the place. Such a sexy smile. She wanted to tell him to screw the phones and get back to fucking her, but he was already reaching for his jeans on the floor.

“No dial tone. Good thing we have cell phones.”

She glanced back outside and noticed a ribbon of black smoke around a mile to the north. The airport was up that way. In the distance she noticed a couple more spirals of dark smoke. Weird.

“Something’s on fire out there. And it’s way too quiet, too. Where are all the people?”

“My cell phone is totally dead. So is yours,”
Durango
said as he joined her at the window and peered out.

“Yeah, looks like something is on fire in a few places. I want you to stay here while I go over to Bob and Carol’s. Better check on what’s going on with that car running up their tree, too. Maybe they know what’s happened.”

“Something’s not right,” she whispered as icy shivers began crawling up her spine again.

A frown dropped onto his face again, and she silently willed him to smile. He didn’t.

“It’s okay. Just stay here, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” Truth was, she’d kind of gotten the creeps and preferred to stay here where it felt…normal.

He grabbed his shirt, and a couple of minutes later, she watched from the window as he strolled across the street to the car that sat on Bob and Carol’s lawn. He peered in the vehicle’s windows. Something must have alarmed him because he’d quickly looked up at her and waved his hand signaling to her to stay put. She’d watched as he knocked on Bob and Carol’s front door and waited. He knocked a couple of more times, and then surprisingly he’d opened the door and disappeared inside the building.

Her gaze drifted to the increasing number of plumes of black smoke. She darted a look up and down the street. No traffic. No people. What the fuck was going on?

She reached for the clock radio on the bedside table and flicked it on. Silence. Shit! She’d forgotten the electricity had gone out.

Okay, so this was not good. Not good at all. She snapped through her memory trying to figure out where she’d put her watch. She found it on the dresser. It had died, too.

What the fuck?

A few moments later,
Durango
had returned and their nightmare had begun…

Liz awoke with a jolt, her heart hammering and cold perspiration clinging to her clammy skin. She bit her bottom lip and forced herself to steady her breathing.

Just a nightmare
. She wasn’t back in
Calgary
. She wasn’t reliving the Catastrophe. She was here, safe and sound, in this little century-old stone house.
Durango
was here and Landon and Tyrell. Everything was fine.

She burrowed deeper against her pillows and clutched the comforters tighter over her chilled body. Ignoring the gentle throbbing in her butt and pussy, she smiled. Yeah, she’d liked what had happened last night. Liked it a lot.

* * * *

“When the time comes for us to leave, I’m staying,” Landon said. He was perfectly prepared to fight Tyrell and
Durango
on this matter, and he was surprised when Tyrell nodded his head and
Durango
didn’t so much as say a word of protest as he broke breakfast eggs and set them onto the frying pan of the woodstove Liz had in the kitchen.

“I’m not leaving her either,” Tyrell said from his perch where he stood on a kitchen stool, frantically searching the upper cabinet for some pepper. Tyrell loved his eggs sunny-side up and doused in pepper. Unfortunately these days pepper was virtually impossible to buy.

Eggs, on the other hand, were plentiful, since everyone and their mother seemed to pay Liz for her doctoring services with eggs instead of money.

“No one’s going anywhere. It’s not safe for Liz to be here alone any longer,”
Durango
said as he sprinkled salt onto the eggs.

Durango
’s words diffused the pent-up anger Landon had been harboring ever since he’d awoken this morning. The three of them had roused around the same time and left Liz still fast asleep, despite the fact all of them wanted to take her again.

The woman was just perfect, Landon thought as he remembered how she’d eagerly kissed him and allowed
Durango
to guide her over his erection, effectively impaling her on him.

Man, she’d been so tight. Her kisses so hot and passionate, and her sweet body convulsing all over the place every time she’d orgasmed.

He knew he loved her from the moment
Durango
had brought him here. Knew he would die protecting her if and when the time came.

“What about the gang? Aren’t they going to be pissed?” Tyrell asked as he stumbled off the stool and headed for the pantry.

“I’ve already sent word through
Logan
,”
Durango
replied. “Told him yesterday when I was helping them. He volunteered to take a ride up and tell the guys. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“Geez, first there were nine of us in the gang, and now only three left.” Landon laughed, but then blades of seriousness flowed through him as he focused his attention on
Durango
. “Are you going to be able to handle the boredom of surviving day by day,
Durango
? It ate you up the last time, to the point where you were snapping Liz’s and my heads off.”

There was a glint of excitement Landon had never seen in
Durango
’s eyes before as the man smiled. “That’s before I realized we can survive without the use of stores and cities, gentlemen. Despite this cold weather we are going to go into the farm business. We are going to become self-sufficient. If our neighbors Teyla and Logan and the guys can do it via a greenhouse, then we can, too. With animals.”
Durango
smiled at the two of them, and Landon could literally feel the man’s excitement zipping through him as well.