Jan Springer - In Her Bed

Yeah, he’d liked her right from the start. Liz was a tall woman. Thin with curves in all the right places.

While working around the house he’d seen that look of interest flare in her pale blue eyes when she thought he didn’t see. But he also knew interest didn’t mean she wanted sack time with him. It was very obvious she was in love with Durango, and so he’d watched the two lovebirds and had tried hard to remain neutral. Had managed fine until that day Durango had told him he wanted to share Liz. With him.

That’s when his old world had shattered and his new world had been born. Unfortunately he was still the one on the outside looking in. He wanted to change that, but he didn’t want to make the move. It would have to come from Durango or Liz herself because she knew she had Durango’s blessing.

As she neared, he noticed her stiffen, and as if sensing she was being watched, she snapped her head up and gazed directly at him.

Shit. Too late to move from the window. He’d been caught.

Hesitantly she lifted her arm and waved. She smiled, and his heart warmed at the sight. She looked really pretty when she smiled, especially when her dimples exploded in her cheeks like they were doing now. He didn’t waste any time in waving back.

A couple of minutes later he heard the front door open as she entered. The hinges creaked as they had early this morning when they’d arrived. Durango had knocked the signal they used, not too loudly because he hadn’t wanted to frighten her if she’d been home and asleep. But he said she would recognize his knock, and if she wasn’t still really pissed off, she would answer. She hadn’t answered. Upon discovering her horse wasn’t around, Durango had thought maybe she’d gone to visit a client or maybe she’d moved out altogether.

Although, her moving from this place hadn’t been too likely, because before coming here, Durango, Tyrell, and he had visited Landon’s brother Logan where he now lived with two men at a farmhouse on the other side of this valley. They said they’d spoken to Liz only a couple of weeks ago, and everything had been fine then.

Logan and two other gang members had given up the gang for a cute pleasure girl they’d taken a shine to. Landon had to admit she was a very nice-looking woman and very pleasant to talk to. Seeing his brother happy and settling into farm life made him want to settle down, too. With Liz.

He hoped Durango and Tyrell were on the same wavelength. Although he didn’t know exactly how they could swing it with a vigilante wanting to hang them. It would most definitely be a problem. But since there was no real law to speak of, they could surely work around any potential mob by shooting at them and forcing them off the property.

He could hear Liz moving around in the kitchen. Could hear some pots clanging and knew she would set upon making something for everyone to eat. She was like that-enjoyed cooking-and Landon had never gone hungry when he’d lived here.

On the bed, Tyrell and Durango stirred, and their movement prompted Landon to hobble away from the window. Thankfully, the bed was so close that he didn’t have to put pressure on his bad leg more than a couple of times, because his thigh was still pretty sore, and most likely would be for some days to come. He should lie down and go back to sleep. Rest. Get reenergized for when the time came to take Liz.

“You should go out and talk to her. Get reacquainted.” Durango’s sleepy voice zipped through the air, making Landon tense. It still felt odd sometimes thinking that Durango had agreed to share his girl with him. And that Durango wanted to share her with Ty, too. Not that Landon had a problem with sharing. He and his wife had been swingers. That’s how they’d met, at a swingers club.

Throughout their relationship he’d shared his wife with other men. That’s how he’d known Liz would be acceptable of it. She had the same twinkle of curiosity in her eyes as his wife, Betty. But Betty and he had been confident in their relationship. They enjoyed swinging and having sex with others. But at the end of each session, they knew they belonged to each other and went home together, to their own bed.

“She needs time to get used to the idea,” Landon replied, grimacing back a shard of pain that zipped through his wounded thigh as he slipped back under the comforters beside Ty, who still slept.

“She’s had months to get used to the idea,” Durango said. “Deep down inside of her, she knew I’d eventually come back. She was pissed off back then, and it clouded her needs. She’s ready. I know it. I know her.”

Landon nodded. Yes, Durango knew her, and Landon knew her as well. She was ready. She just needed to be pushed.

“What about after we recuperate? After we take her? We can’t just leave her here, like before. Something is going to happen to her. We can’t have somebody protecting her all the time while we’re gone. It would have to be one of us. Someone we trust.” Like me, Landon replied silently. He hadn’t told Durango that he would quit the gang before he left Liz on her own again.

Sure, they had his brother, Logan, dropping in and keeping tabs on her. Durango, as well, sent members of the gang here to get checked out before Liz sent them to the pleasure girls in her care. But what about in between those long periods when she was alone out here? Anything could happen. People were getting desperate as the climate continued to grow cold.

A woman living alone would be easy pickings for the gangs of men who were now roving around looking for easy prey, as well as the cannibals who preferred eating humans. Those were just a couple of dangers.

She was a doctor. She would be a valuable asset for someone who wanted to kidnap her and sell her services. It was only a matter of time before something bad happened, and he wanted to be here to make sure it didn’t.

Durango didn’t say anything, and Landon glanced over to see his friend staring up at the ceiling, his mouth pursed in thought. He could see the wheels grinding in his friend’s head. Knew he was most likely thinking of the same scenarios like Landon. A decision would have to be made, and it would have to be made soon.

Liz always baked when she was nervous. Oh, who was she kidding? She was way past nervous. She was aroused.

Durango always aroused her. Even when he’d told her about his sexual fantasies of sharing her with Landon, he’d aroused her. But she’d been terribly embarrassed, too. She was shy in the bedroom. She couldn’t imagine being with any other man, except with Durango. It was why she’d never had sex while he’d been gone.

Okay, so she’d masturbate to fantasies about him. About him sharing her. But that was it. She’d thought that had been enough, until he’d shown up with Landon and the stranger.

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.