Springer, Jan - In Her Bed [The Desperadoes 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

In reality she couldn’t do what he wanted. Fantasies were safe. Reality was different. In reality she would have to face Landon and Tyrell and
Durango
. She’d be afraid her and
Durango
’s relationship would become strained. Surely he’d get jealous in allowing other men into her bed? At least that’s what she’d secretly assumed in the past. Besides, now they weren’t even in a relationship. He had no claims on her, and she had none on him.

She’d been surprised at his admission that none of them had been with pleasure girls.
Sparks
of jealousy had lashed her while they’d been gone as she’d imagined some other woman getting shared between
Durango
and Landon. These days, due to the Catastrophe, there were many pleasure girls available. It was one way they made a living. She didn’t fault them at all.

Her closest friend and neighbor, Teyla Sutton, was a pleasure girl. Or she had been until she’d fallen in love with a client who’d shared her. Who still shared her with two of his friends. Now Teyla was being shared consistently, and she’d confided to Liz that she loved being double penetrated and triple penetrated. Was even considering maybe having another man enter their relationship.

The foursome had seemed so happy the last time they’d visited her here a couple of weeks ago. Their relationship seemed so caring and strong. But of course, their relationship had to be the exception. A woman would have to
want
to be shared. She would have to be confident her relationship would survive something like that.

Not only that, she’d have to survive the embarrassment of being shared. No, she couldn’t embrace such a wicked lifestyle, no matter how much she secretly fantasized that she wanted it.

With a sudden burst of anger, or maybe it was more like frustration at not being a liberated woman like her friend, Teyla, Liz pounded her fist into the bread dough she’d been preparing. Why couldn’t life be as simple for her as it was for Teyla? Her friend had no problem opening her heart, and her thighs, for three men.

All Liz had to do was say yes to
Durango
when he asked again. She frowned and took another angry jab at the puffy dough. If
Durango
ever did ask again.

She punched the dough harder, pretending it was
Durango
’s sorry ass. He probably wouldn’t even bother with her uptightness anymore. He would probably just leave.

She pounded the loaf again. He’d leave and never look back. No man could have such patience going without sex for so long.

She smacked the dough again. He would take up with the pleasure girls, and then her heart would be broken all over again.

Even thinking that, she knew it wasn’t true.
Durango
loved her. He’d come back to her, and she trusted him when he said he and Landon and even the stranger hadn’t been with other women. She trusted that he wanted just her. That they wanted just her.

Any woman would be envious that three men wanted her sexually. Wouldn’t they? Secretly, she was excited and aroused. Wished she could be more bold and adventurous and just jump in with both feet and do what she wanted. Be with three men.

She gave the pliant dough another smack.

“I can think of a better way to work out other than pounding bread.”
Durango
’s friend, Landon, chuckled from the direction of the hall that led to the kitchen. Her head snapped up, and she found him standing there, wearing nothing but low-slung jeans and some mighty nice dark-tanned muscles lacing his fit body. Her heart did this wonderful flip as he grinned sexily at her.

His gaze captured hers. Held hers. She swallowed at his insinuation. Knew he was talking about pounding his cock into her. That thought had the erotic heat flushing through her, but it was quickly forgotten when he winced after taking a step forward onto his injured leg. He weaved dangerously.

Damn his stubborn hide
. Hadn’t she instructed him to stay in bed? Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember saying that, but surely he was smart enough to know he shouldn’t be hobbling around on an injured leg. What was it with men? Why were they so stubborn?

Irritation turned to concern as she forgot the dough and rushed to his side before he fell over onto his face. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she tried hard to ignore the bunch of hard muscles flexing against her flesh as she led him into the kitchen. He slumped heavily into a chair.

Muscles on a man, any man, always turned her on. Looking at them. Touching them. Kissing them. The sight of them, the taste and the texture, made her hot.

Durango
had always joked about that with her. Said she had a muscle fetish. And now with these three heavily muscled men in her home…sleeping in her bed…Liz blew out a tense breath and quickly moved away from Landon, who she noticed smelled very nice. A tinge of tobacco mingled with scents of wood smoke and his own unique musky smell. A complementary odor to say the least.

“You do that a lot,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Run away from your feelings.”

“Excuse me?” What in the world was he talking about?

“The way you just reacted when you held me. It wasn’t lost on me.”

Asshole. Her face flamed. “You’re delusional.”

“You’re in denial.”

Oh my God. First
Durango
and now Landon. She had a mind to kick him out of her kitchen. Better yet, out of her home!

“I’ve been wanting you for a long time, Brandy.”

Lovely. She didn’t reply as she began kneading her bread again. She did, however, wonder exactly how long he’d wanted her.

“He talks about you.”

Durango
talked about her? Great. He probably told them stories of how uptight she was with his kinky sharing fetish.

“Usually when we’ve been on the trail for a long time, he pulls out your picture and passes it around the camp for all the guys to see.”

Son of a bitch. He couldn’t share her, so he shared her picture? She wondered what he said about her. Did he tell them about their bedroom romps? Brag about how many times he could make her come in one night?

“He says your whimpers are sexy as sin.” His voice had turned low. Soft. Gentle. Seductive.

She should stop him from speaking this way about her.

“He especially likes it when you make those cute mewling sounds when he sucks on your nipples.”

Oh, have mercy.
It was getting too warm in here.

“Are you trying to seduce my woman already, Landon? I told you I wanted to watch.” Lust etched
Durango
’s deep voice as he strolled into the kitchen.

She should have been relieved that
Durango
had interrupted. She wasn’t. She was properly pissed off. Any man who was seriously interested in a woman wouldn’t allow another man to speak like this to her while he listened in. He shouldn’t be sharing intimate details about her either. How humiliating.

“Hey, Doc,” he whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his chest into her back, pushing his enormous erection against her ass. At the same time he nuzzled the left side of her neck, just like he’d never been away at all. Like no one was watching.

“
Durango
…Ethan…” She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t quite say the words. She…um…liked what
Durango
was doing. Liked that another man was watching them. Landon’s gaze held hers.

She swore his eyes grew darker. Predatory. The pink tip of his tongue peeked out, and his eyelids drooped to half-mast. He looked very interested in what
Durango
was doing to her, and Liz felt the simmering need for sex shift beneath her tight control.

“I’ve missed you, Doc,” he whispered against her neck.

I can feel how much
, she answered silently, and despite not wanting to, she melted against his strong body. She knew she should mount a protest at doing this in front of Landon, but the stranger held her gaze. The sultry way
Durango
moved against her made her feel utterly helpless to do anything but feel.

Boy was she ever feeling. His hands were sliding over her hips like two hot brands of wicked intention. She shivered as sultry sensations caressed her flesh, and she found herself both responding and resisting.

“
Durango
…I can’t…shouldn’t…” She could barely keep her eyes open as Landon kept watching them. She felt intoxicated with
Durango
’s wild scent as it curled around her in erotic waves.

“I want to make love to you, Doc. Here. Now. Right in front of Landon.”
Durango
’s voice sounded tense, and savage. As savage as the way Landon was watching them.

Shock literally shook her. Was
Durango
crazy? She shouldn’t do this. Not in front of someone. She couldn’t…
oh my
…Landon was standing. He shouldn’t be standing on his injured thigh, her doctor side warned. But the warning was quickly forgotten. Her eyes widened and her pussy creamed as Landon’s tanned muscles in his arms jumped and bunched when his hands went to undo the clasp at his jeans. He held her gaze as he peeled down the zipper.

Oh goodness, they were seducing her. Her mouth went dry as he pulled his jeans past his hips. His underwear quickly followed.

“Don’t be afraid of what you need,”
Durango
whispered in her ear. “Of what we both need.”

He kissed her neck, that tender area right there where her shoulder and neck met. Oh, such a delicious feeling.

“The old days are gone, babe. We need to live every day now. Need to experience our fantasies today. Never put off until tomorrow.” Meaning in these dangerous times, chances were high tomorrow may never come, especially in
Durango
and his friends’ line of work.

She could feel
Durango
tense against her as Landon’s cock uncurled, emerging like a giant purple-flushed serpent. Growing, thickening, swelling to such an enormous length Liz was sure she’d never seen a bigger cock, and in her line of work she’d seen plenty of them. She was employed by several pleasure workers, and she made sure the women as well as the men they serviced were disease free, so she didn’t hold back on the intimate exams.

“You are going to enjoy Landon, Doc. Hell, I can tell from the way you’ve tensed and from the way your breaths are coming faster and harder that you’re getting really hot.”

Hot was an understatement. She felt as if she were on fire. Obviously
Durango
knew her better than she did herself.

“Come on, babe,”
Durango
prodded. “Let’s live those sexual fantasies we both have. Let’s make them real.”

Her pussy clenched as she watched Landon hobble back to the chair where he sat down. He grasped his big cock with both hands and began to stroke himself.

Liz’s fingers suddenly ached to touch him. She didn’t dare move to do so.

She froze as
Durango
’s hands came around her waist, and he pulled the sash on her dress to allow it to fall open. Then, from behind her, he unzipped the dress all the way down the front, obviously giving Landon a glimpse of her breasts.

Her breathing quickened even more as Landon kept watching them. Her gaze remained glued to the sensual way he caressed his cock with slow, deliberate, controlled strokes. She barely felt her dress whisper over her shoulders as
Durango
removed it from her. He dropped it to the ground, and Liz creamed as Landon’s gaze darkened with appreciation as he studied her breasts.

She tensed even more as
Durango
’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her leggings, catching her undies as well.

“You won’t need any clothes covering you anymore, Liz. You have three men to do that.”

Oh God.

As he peeled the leggings and panties down, cool air brushed against her thighs and her legs.

She trembled and her lower belly clenched in anticipation as she stepped out of the clothes and stood in front of both of them clad in only her socks. Landon’s predatory look intoxicated her and made her breathless.

“You are one beautiful woman, Elizabeth,” Landon said. His voice sounded tight. Very aroused. Unbelievably aroused.

“Very beautiful,”
Durango
whispered, and she gasped as he cupped her breasts in his big palms, his fingers erotically grazing her nipples.

She held back another moan as
Durango
nuzzled his bristly chin against her left shoulder. He continued to tweak and caress her nipples until they were ultrasensitive. They throbbed with his every brush, and her pussy pulsed as she watched Landon continue to stroke his cock. She saw the lust motor through him as his eyelids were lowering, but he was still watching and enjoying the erotic scenery.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Doc. Knowing that you were dreaming this every night while I was gone.”