Springer, Jan - In Her Bed [The Desperadoes 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

She reached out to grab the tray of bloody utensils, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist, his fingers yet again snapping around her flesh like a handcuff.

She trembled at the strength in those fingers. Fingers that used to stroke so nicely in and out of her pussy. Fingers that caressed and brushed her nipples until they were on fire. Until she was on fire for him.

She gasped as he suddenly pulled her onto his lap. His arms came around her waist, and he held her in his strong, warm embrace. For a split second she thought about struggling out of his tight grasp, but she knew if he didn’t want to let her go, he wouldn’t, and fighting him would be a waste of time. She inhaled sharply at the feel of the large knot of arousal pressed against her ass. She could feel the pounding of his heart as it beat against her left arm. She also realized how easily and instinctively she was curling against him. That pissed her off.

Stupid woman
. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing him how he still could so easily affect her.

He must have caught a glimpse of her mood, for he suddenly spoke softly in her ear. “I wonder what you’d do if I decided to kiss you, Doc?”

“Slap you,” she retorted, injecting as much anger into her voice as she could.

“In that case I’d have to spank you. And I know how much you enjoy getting spanked, Doc.”

“Don’t call me that,” Liz snapped.

“Does it bring back memories?”

Yes, his nickname, and his low, seductive voice and talk about spankings brought back those luscious memories. Too many memories. Of what he and his friend Landon had wanted to do with her before she’d sent them packing.

Warmth, unrestrained and wickedly delightful, whipped through her, and she could barely stop the breathless tremors as they raced through her tense body.

“It brings back nothing,” she said coolly, but to her irritation she also sounded husky.

His knowing look angered her, and she forced herself to break his gaze. Wanting to escape him, she decided it would be better to fight him. To her surprise, when she did just that, he let her get up off his lap. She grabbed the tray containing the soiled utensils and stormed toward the door.

“Walking away won’t stop what we both want, Liz.” The softness in his voice almost undid her self-control, and she swore there was a brief hesitation in her walk, but she rectified it quickly by picking up her pace.

The bastard had nerve. She hadn’t seen him in so long, and the last thing she wanted was to fall right back in love with him. She would not be shared by any man. No matter how often or how hot she got whenever she fantasized about having sex with him and other men. Sharing just wasn’t normal. She’d do well to remember that fact.

* * * *

All you need to do is play it cool with her
,
Durango
said to himself as he watched Doc walk out of the room. But looking at the sexy curve of her hips, and her perfectly shaped ass pressing intimately against her sweetly tight light green nightgown, made playing it cool damned hard.

Ethan Durango had a big problem, and her name was Dr. Elizabeth Brandywine. He’d forced himself to stay away from her after their last argument when she’d given him two ultimatums. Never speak about his sexual desires regarding sharing her again and don’t join the Durango Gang. Hell, if he’d agreed to her terms, she may as well have castrated him. The last thing he wanted was to be tied down like a caged dog and made to feel as useless as one.

Over the months he thought he’d managed to get her out of his system, but of course those lonely, cold nights on the trail with a posse breathing up their asses had made him bring out a photo that he carried on him. A picture he’d shared with the members of the gang. The guys were pretty good where Liz was concerned. They looked at her picture, commented on her pretty blue eyes and her luscious strawberry-red lips or her sexy pose for the shot.

He knew Landon and Tyrell would be the men to share her with. Not because he wasn’t threatened by them. He wasn’t, but he knew both men were trustworthy, dependable, and both had been married. Watching their wives disintegrate right before their eyes during the solar flares had hardened them to love, but he saw the caring in their eyes when they’d looked at Liz’s picture, and he just knew these were the men he wanted to stand by her with him.

With violence rampant these days, he knew it was just a matter of time before Liz was discovered living alone way out here in the middle of nowhere where she chose to practice her trade. He would have preferred her in a city, but cities were probably more dangerous without a man.

Looking out for her was why he made it a habit to send most of the injured members of the gang to her to recuperate. He’d also sent any member wanting access to a decent pleasure girl because Dr. Liz would check each man thoroughly. If he appeared to be in good health and wasn’t carrying diseases, she would give him a name of a professional girl he could spend some time with. Those were a couple of ways he’d been able to keep tabs on her.

He hadn’t planned on coming back to their century-old stone house for a little while longer, but when the gang had been in a shootout trying to rob a bank in a city on the other side of the mountains, Durango had brought them to the closest trusted doctor he knew, Doc.

Now that he was here, hopefully he could win himself back into her graces. Wishful thinking? Maybe. The moment he’d seen her again, all the self-control he’d wrapped tightly around himself had unraveled. He wanted to be back in her bed. Wanted to crack that icy exterior she valiantly tried to portray.

He’d caught glimpses of tenderness splashing across her face as she’d dug out the bullet in his arm. Felt the erotic way she’d melted against him when he’d dragged her into his lap, and yeah, he’d heard her sharp inhalation of breath as her ass came down on his thick erection.

She still loved him, and she loved the way her body reacted when she was around him. A hot love like theirs couldn’t die. He sensed it would only grow if Liz could admit her deepest sexual needs to herself. All he needed to do was hold his self-control just a little harder.

They were such an odd couple. He was a blue-collar worker earning a living as a farm machinery mechanic, living on the outskirts of
Calgary
,
Alberta
. Doc had been a respectable family doctor. They probably would have never met if he hadn’t sliced his palm open while working on a piece of equipment and she hadn’t been gassing up her SUV at the self-serve gas pumps right outside the garage. She’d said she liked the rough sound of his voice when he’d cursed and watched him wrap his hand in a dirty rag. Her doctor side had been concerned, yet she’d said it had been the sight of his muscles that lured her into the dark garage. To him.

Durango
smiled. Thank God for his muscles. Of course muscles had been another reason why he’d picked Tyrell and Landon. They were loaded with them. Strong men. They would give Liz plenty of pleasure on the long, cold nights here.

Perhaps he was being naïve in thinking she’d spread her thighs for them just because he’d brought home a couple of guys with big muscles. He knew she wasn’t that much of a pushover. He wanted her to embrace her desires. Not do it because it pleased him. Although, he knew she wouldn’t submit, unless it was right for her. He just wished she wasn’t taking such a long time in figuring it out. She was the strongest yet shiest woman he’d ever met. Her strength and her confidence in her work made her sexy to him. Her shyness in the bedroom made her even more sexy.

Damn him. What had he expected her to do when he’d plopped her into his lap earlier anyway? That she’d wrap her arms around his neck and welcome him back into her bed like the old days before the Catastrophe? Back then they’d been engaged. He’d suppressed his sexual urges and the urge to explore their sex life. Ignored his craving to share her with other men.

She’d called him a sexual deviant when he’d told her he fantasized about sharing her. He shouldn’t have expected any different reaction than when he’d left her. She was still the same sexually uptight doctor he’d fallen in love with. She was still in denial about her needs and her fantasies. He knew she fantasized because he’d listened to her soft, sultry moans while she’d slept. He’d heard her mutter his friends’ names. Her erotic moans always turned him on, and sometimes he fucked her while she’d slept. Yeah, sexual deviant. She’d hit the nail on the head with those two words regarding him.

“Your first fight, and you haven’t even been back a couple of hours.” Amusement laced Tyrell’s voice from where he lay on the bed.
Durango
turned to look down at his friend and breathed a sigh of relief. His brown eyes didn’t seem as glazed with pain, and he swore he didn’t look as pale anymore either.

“The more we fight, the better we make up.”

Tyrell chuckled, winced, held his side, and fell silent.

“So, how do you feel?”
Durango
asked.

“Better. Looking at your beautiful woman helped.”

Warmth shifted through him at his compliment of Liz.

Beside Tyrell, he noticed Landon was also awake. His green eyes gazed back at him, and he was smiling. Obviously the two had been playing possum so
Durango
could spend some alone time with Doc. Crazy guys.

“I hope so,” Landon replied. “Because I haven’t had a woman in a long time, and just looking at her has me painfully rock hard.”

Durango
grinned. “And I like the way you get straight to the point, my man. Now get some sleep. You both need to get your strength back. The doc likes it rough and hard,” he teased, then laughed as both Landon and Tyrell moaned and cursed at him.

Yeah, Doc liked it rough and hard, but she also liked it tender and gentle. The three of them could do both. Being back in their home, he wasn’t going to let her deny what they both needed this time. This time around he was going to break through those walls she held up regarding her sexual fantasies and he’d have her wanting all three of them, and he would be doing it sooner rather than later.

* * * *

Elizabeth
knew
Durango
wouldn’t leave her alone for long. When he wanted something, he worked fast. He’d always been that way. If he wanted sex, he was like a dog with a bone. His persistence was what drew her to him. She was like a helpless moth drawn to the dangerous, dark flame. That was exactly how she was feeling now as she placed her disinfected doctoring tools back into her black bag and listened to the floorboards creak beneath
Durango
’s heavy weight as he stepped into the living room where she’d sequestered herself on the fireplace outer hearth.

She didn’t want to fall into his arms. Didn’t want him to go away again either. Truth be told, she was confused. Mystified at why she loved him so much yet hated what he wanted from her. Perhaps hated was too strong a word. Maybe a better word would be denial, just as
Durango
had always said.

She focused her attention to zipping up the black bag and then placing it on the coffee table before turning to stare into the flickering fire. The orange-yellow flare of flames reminded her of their relationship. Intense, right from the moment she’d laid eyes on him. It had been in that dirty, humid garage, muscles galore bunching in his grease-streaked arms and sweaty chest as he wrapped his injured hand in a filthy rag, all the while cursing at some odd-looking piece of machinery perched precariously on the cement floor, when he’d caught her full attention.

He’d been shirtless big-time that day, and she swore her muscle fetish had started right then and there. Yeah, sure she’d reacted seeing other men without shirts, but they hadn’t smelled sexy and sweaty like
Durango
.

“Do you still dream about us, Liz?” he asked as if knowing exactly what she was thinking. He’d moved closer now. Stood right beside her. She could feel his body heat. It was hotter than the waves of heat coming off the fire. She’d always reacted that way to him.

She’d almost literally latched herself to him that first time in the garage, too. Of course her concern for the blood-soaked dirty rag he’d wound around his hand had won out. She’d taken him to a local clinic where a doctor friend of hers worked, and he’d tended
Durango
’s deep gash, stitching it up perfectly. After that,
Durango
had invited her out for coffee. She’d accepted, and then they’d gone to his place, where she’d simply given into her sexual desire for him while they’d showered and fucked. She’d never lost her control to a stranger before. She had never done it with anyone else since.

She wanted to tell him that, yes, she dreamed about him every night. Dreamed about the sex with him and with other men. She didn’t tell him that fact. She had her pride.

“I dream about us every night,” he whispered. “I dream about how it used to be. How it will be.”

Irritation snapped through her. My, oh my, he had confidence in himself where she was concerned, didn’t he?

She would have gotten up off the hearth if he hadn’t been standing right there behind her, sandwiching her between him and the fire. Suddenly she felt hot and weak with desire, waiting for him to touch her.

“I dream about taking you right here in front of this fire.” His soft voice stroked over her nerves like melting chocolate. She creamed in her panty and tried hard to ignore the insistent throb of need burning deep inside her pussy as visions of him sliding his cock into her erupted in her mind.