Springer, Jan - In Her Bed [The Desperadoes 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

“The agreement goes both ways. When I want a man to submit to me, then he must. Or all three of you for that matter.”

There was an explosion of emotions in his eyes, and for a second Liz swore she forgot to breathe. She could read the emotions clearly. Excitement. Arousal. Want. They all swirled like a tornado threatening to suck her right up.

“And I want something from you right now,” she said softly.

She felt him tense against her. Saw him lick his lips in anticipation.

“Anything, baby, anything.”

“Go outside and help Tyrell and Landon fill the tub. I’m dying for a hot bath.”

His face flopped into disappointment. She wiggled her fingers against the back of his head and struggled to keep a straight face as she knew he’d been expecting her to say, “Let’s have sex.”

“Can you do that for me, honey? Help the guys draw a nice hot bath for me? Oh, and when you’re finished with that, there’s more wood that needs chopping so that tomorrow morning when I need my bath, the wood will be there for you to toss into the drum stove.”

His frown deepened, and she seriously wanted to start laughing. The man still had to learn to put his money where his mouth was, didn’t he? Oh well, training him and the other three would be fun.

“Oh, and after my bath, I want you guys to get right on a ‘honey do this’ list for all three of you. I want you to figure out who is going to do housework and what chores you guys prefer to have. You may as well take the ones you enjoy the most. Each of you. Then at least they’ll get done if you enjoy doing them.”

She ignored his raised eyebrows and the puzzlement on his face, stood, and headed for the hallway. She expected him to protest, to demand she get back into the kitchen and have sex with him. He didn’t, and oddly enough she was disappointed. But yeah, Teyla was right. Liz needed to make demands of her own from the three men, and now would be the time to start.

Slipping into the bedroom, she closed the door behind her, and a couple of minutes later she heard the front door creak open as
Durango
left the house. Moments after that, she heard the men talking behind the house in the general direction of where the outdoor tub was located. Then she heard the sound of someone chopping wood.

Liz smiled. Huh, that was easy.

Too easy
, a voice warned as she began to gather the things she would need for her much-anticipated bath.

Way too easy
.

Chapter Nine

When Liz let herself out the back door, cold mid-morning air blasted against her. She gripped the bathrobe tighter around her and quickly walked toward the lean-to that housed the bathtub. Before leaving to join
Durango
’s cousin’s gang,
Durango
and Landon had built the lean-to with the opening facing south, allowing for a sunny exposure while she bathed. They’d found the claw foot tub in one of the desolate farmhouses in the valley, as well as a handmade woodstove made from a drum at another neighboring farm. They’d lugged the items here to her place. Now, as she strolled across the meadow toward the lean-to, she smelled the aroma of wood smoke, saw the grey smoke spiraling lazily from the long pipe attached to the stove, but none of the men were in sight.

Where had they gotten off to
?
She set her towel, the bar of lavender-scented soap, and a disposable razor onto the wood shelf within reach. She gazed at the tub and laughed with enjoyment. They’d filled it to almost the rim. Lots of hot baths. Hmm, another benefit of having three strong men here with her. So, she traded it off with some hot and heavy sex. How could anything be wrong with that?

Disrobing, she shivered in the cold air and quickly stepped into the high tub, sighing as she sat into hot liquid heaven. Water embraced her sore pussy, ass, and her tender breasts, lapping against all those muscles she never knew she had. Oh yeah, she could get used to having wonderful hot baths every morning.

Grabbing the soap, she quickly washed her hair and the rest of her, taking extra care to soap her tender breasts, pussy, and other intimate area. She would need to be clean for the guys.

Smiling, she remembered last night. It had felt wonderful being impaled on Landon and having
Durango
thrusting into her tender ass while Tyrell fucked her mouth. Just thinking about the pleasure they’d created, had her moaning softly and closing her eyes.

Yes, this new way of life could certainly turn into paradise. Licking her lips in anticipation, she ran a hand leisurely over her sensitized breasts, surprised at the need gripping her with such a fierce intensity she hadn’t felt before. Smoothing her other hand down over her lower belly, she ran a finger between her labia to rub her clit. Her pussy and ass both clenched hard, and she moaned softly at the reaction.

Oh lovely. She was seriously arousing herself and not a man in sight to bring her relief.

As she continued touching herself, she turned her face into the cold breeze and warm sunshine. Thankfully the lean-to blocked most of the wind, and the smoke from the nearby woodstove was minimal as it escaped the tall pipe. She could hear the wood crackling in the stove and listened to the wind whistle through the nearby tall grass.

She sunk deeper into the tub, sighing as the warm water embraced her body. Steam curled around in front of her eyes, and lavender-scented soap wafted off her skin making her feel as if she were a queen soaking in a tub awaiting her male sex slaves to approach her and make love to her.

She closed her eyes and smiled at that idea. She gasped as she pinched her nipples, finding them tender as well. Those men sure had known what they’d been doing last night, and she wouldn’t have traded that experience for the world. Now that she’d stepped over the threshold, she doubted she would want to go back to living alone. Now, she understood what her friend Teyla had meant when she’d told Liz the same thing. Menages were addictive.

She sensed the men before she even opened her eyes. Knew the three of them had come for her. Knew she wouldn’t say no. Could never say no to the pleasure they were sure to give her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and blinked at the three men who stood around the tub staring down at her naked form lounging in the water. She didn’t even feel a spark of shame at being caught like this, nude and touching herself. She felt as if she were
Alice
in Wonderland and she’d slipped down the rabbit’s hole, appearing in a new world. A world she wanted. One she knew she would like.

“You looked too luscious for us to ignore, Doc,”
Durango
whispered. His voice sounded hoarse and strangled. Aroused. His eyes were the deepest blue she’d ever seen them, and there was a sparkle of amusement in his gaze.

“We made up that honey-do list you were mentioning earlier to
Durango
,” Landon said as he, too, gazed down at her body. Liz stilled at his intense look, and succulent heat fused through her.

She tried to concentrate on what Landon had just said. The honey-do list? And then she remembered. Oh great,
Durango
had mentioned their earlier conversation to them? Would anything she said be a secret between the two of them? Somehow she doubted it. These three men had formed a tight bond, and she would be their woman. She’d better get used to it and fast.

Her gaze drifted to Tyrell. A luscious smile tilted the tips of his lips, and she had the distinct feeling he had a secret. They all had a secret.

“Okay, what’s up?” she asked, liking their playful looks.

Tyrell lifted a piece of paper and handed it down to her. Water dripped from her arm as she accepted it and read what they’d written.

It was the honey-do list she’d been talking to
Durango
about. The men had made up a schedule in record time, outlining all the chores each of them would do. Amazing.

“I’m impressed,” Liz said as she read the neatly scrawled handwriting.

“You also mentioned you had needs, Brandy,” Landon said softly.

“We figured with the way you’re touching yourself, we would come in handy about now,” Tyrell whispered.

“I want to watch,”
Durango
added.

Liz swallowed, felt the familiar rush of lust shifting through her like a drug as the three men peered at her with way too much anticipation.

“Since when do you guys have to ask?” she replied, handing the note back to Tyrell.

“We’re not asking, babe,”
Durango
replied hoarsely.

Liz trembled at the domination in his voice.

“We made an adjustment to the lean-to while you were inside,” Tyrell said, his gaze moving upward. Liz followed to where he was looking, and she started. Directly above the tub, on a beam in the ceiling of the lean-to, she caught a glimpse of silver. A large eye bolt had been screwed into the wood beam. From it hung a hook.

Her breathing quickened. Why hadn’t she seen that up there? Because she’d been too busy pleasuring herself, that was why.

She looked back down and met
Durango
’s gaze, read the sexual intent flaring in his blue eyes. Her breath caught at the heated look, at the sizzling tension zipping between the two of them. She grew so hot she was surprised the water hadn’t started to boil. He held up some long leather straps with cuffs.

She creamed. Hard. She knew what was going on. Leather straps and attachments. They would bind her. This time they would take her while she was standing.

She licked her lips as a sensual nervousness zipped through her. Shivered as the intense yearning to have sex with them took hold with a vengeance.

“We have needs, too, Brandy,” Landon said as he leisurely removed his jacket and hung it on one of several nail posts. He began to undress.

“Lots of needs,
Elizabeth
,” Tyrell replied as he, too, removed his jacket and hung it beside Landon’s. He began to undress.

Oh my gosh.

She fought her growing nervousness as
Durango
didn’t move. Didn’t undress. Instead, he leaned over the bathtub, his hand slipping into the water. She thought he would start stroking her pussy, but his hand wrapped around her wrist like a taut rope.

“Stand, baby.” His gaze riveted her. Hot waves of pure sensuality blazed off his body into hers.

“Stand for them,” he whispered.

He wanted her to stand so he could watch her be taken by the other two. She knew he did. That’s why he wasn’t getting undressed.

“
Durango
…” she whispered, suddenly feeling unsure of this. Maybe she wasn’t able to get into this new lifestyle? Maybe this situation was impossible? She already liked Landon a lot, and Tyrell was so nice, but she didn’t really know these two.
Durango
wanted all of them living here like some polygamous family or something. What if they decided they didn’t want her anymore?

Fear and self-doubt almost devoured her, but then she looked into
Durango
’s eyes and saw the love flaming there for her. Love, lust, and appreciation for what she was going to give him.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” he soothed. Obviously he was sensing her uneasiness.

No, he would never leave her again. She knew that now. He’d gone away and he’d come back. And she wanted this.

Confidence pushed away her wariness. It felt good. She felt good. This was right. This is what she wanted.

Durango
tugged and she managed to get up out of the water and stand in the tub on her trembling legs. Cold air breathed against her wet flesh, but the coldness only heightened her arousal. Water dripped off her shivering body, and she whimpered as he strapped the cuffs securely around each wrist. Then he lifted her arms way up over her head, and she watched helplessly as he hooked the restraints above.

She was trapped. At his mercy again. At their mercy again. She felt overheated with the excitement. Burning with the anticipation of being taken. Of being sandwiched between two hard, muscular bodies.

As
Durango
held her gaze, she heard the rustling of clothing being removed. Heard the slurp of lube.

Oh God.

Durango
was breathing hard as he drew away and allowed the other two men, totally naked now and both wearing condoms, to step into the tub with her. Tyrell in front. Landon in back.

She could feel their body heat coming at her from both sides. Waves of sensual heat wrapped around her, chasing away the chill. She could smell Tyrell. Sexy. Strong. Spicy. And Landon’s scent. Pine, soap, and fresh air.

A strong pair of hands settled over the curves of her hips. Landon.

Corded muscles bunched in Tyrell’s biceps as his hot hands slipped against her waist, holding her steady.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever come across,
Elizabeth
,” Tyrell whispered. She knew he was lying. He had to be. But she liked his compliments.

“So sexy. I enjoyed watching what happened between you and
Durango
and Landon in the kitchen.”