Jan Springer - In Her Bed

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.