Jan Springer: In Her Bed

Landon nodded. “We can start by getting our hands on some wild chickens and rabbits. Knock together some buildings and house them. Chickens need warmth to keep producing eggs. So we’ll create that environment. It’ll take time to get the supplies, but with all the abandoned homes and farms in the valleys we should be able to piece together what we’ll need.”

Tyrell chuckled as he pulled out a small tin of pepper. “Yes! Liz is my kind of woman. She must love pepper on her eggs, too. She’s got a good stock of food in here, too.”

“She gets it from the clients she treats,” Durango replied as he grabbed a spatula from a nearby pitcher containing such utensils.

Landon grinned. “Perfect. Liz loves to cook when she’s nervous. With the three of us around, she’ll be nervous wondering when one of us wants to take her, so she’ll be doing a lot of cooking.”

“A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” Tyrell said as he plopped down in his seat at the kitchen table, pepper tin ready in hand while Durango slid a couple of eggs onto his plate.

Yep, Tyrell was definitely on the mend if he could have sex with Liz so much last night without busting a stitch in his side wound and now getting happy over some freaking pepper.

“In the meantime, we can see if we can rent some greenhouse space from Teyla to grow some of the greens the animals will need.” Durango kept talking, but Landon began tuning him out as he spied movement in the hallway.

He looked up and surprise washed through him at seeing Liz standing there. In a split second, Landon forgot how to breathe. She looked spectacular. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were fever bright with arousal, and her pretty honey-blonde hair shone brightly in the early morning sunshine streaming in through the kitchen windows.

She also looked quite shy with her hands twisted nervously together in front of her as she watched them in the kitchen. When she saw him watching her, she smiled and the cutest dimples popped out in her cheeks. He swore his heart burst at the seams with happiness.

“I…I was hungry…I mean…um for food,” she said softly.

Upon hearing her sweet voice, Tyrell and Durango whirled around. Landon swore Tyrell’s cheeks blushed the slightest shade of pink, and Durango almost dropped the frying pan. The two men didn’t move an inch and simply stared at her as if transfixed by her beauty.

Landon shook his head. These guys were suddenly acting like a couple of starstruck teenagers.

“Come on, guys, give the lady a seat. She needs food. Serve her.” He was at her side within two quick strides, and grabbing her hand, he led her to a seat beside Tyrell, who actually stood while Landon seated her.

Fuck. Looked like chivalry wasn’t dead these days. Who would have guessed Tyrell would be so smitten with her?

“Here you go, baby. Some eggs to get some energy into you. You’re going to need it.” Her eyes widened at Durango’s comment, and Landon noticed a look of alarm splashing over her face.

“Give the girl a break. She needs to rest after last night,” Landon soothed. The way the two of them were drooling as they stared at her, she probably thought the three of them were sex maniacs demanding sex before she even had breakfast. But Durango was right. She needed the energy because he was dying to take her again. But he’d be a gentleman and wait until after breakfast.

Durango watched the two men gazing longingly at Liz while all four of them ate. Conversation was quiet and restricted to requests to pass the salt and pepper, to the weather outside which looked sunnier and more cheerful than ever. Of course that could be just him due to the fact he noticed a soft, satisfied smile curving the sides of Liz’s sensually shaped mouth as she shot quick glances at Durango.

He knew she wanted to speak privately to him. Could understand it in the way her eyes twinkled so brightly as if she were bursting with barely restrained excitement. Or maybe he was reading her wrong? Maybe the excitement had everything to do with her anticipating them taking her after breakfast?

That idea, of course, made his cock grow just that much harder, and it was harder than a son of a bitch already after awakening this morning and feeling her warm body pressed snugly against him. Funny thing was he hadn’t heard those sensual whimpers that she’d kept having every night until he’d finally left to join the Durango Gang. Those erotic sounds had tormented him into many sleepless nights, and last night he hadn’t heard a thing.

Unless, of course, she’d stopped with her fantasy dreams after he’d left? Durango shook his head and shoved the last forkful of egg into his mouth. No, he could read a woman, and instincts told him she was finally satisfied with three men fucking her. Hell, he was satisfied, too.

“Were you serious?” Liz said shyly as she reached for the mug of coffee Tyrell had brewed up for all of them in the antique percolator on the woodstove. Liz was staring straight at him, so it was obvious the question was aimed at him. “About?”

“You staying. You all staying.”

He’d been pretty sure she’d heard their conversation, but maybe she just needed to hear it from him.

“Yes. We won’t be leaving you again. Except, of course, on short trips to forage abandoned houses and barns for the supplies we’ll need to get us self-sufficient. In the meantime, Doc, we’re going to need to sponge food off you until we can set things up. Is that okay with you?”

She was smiling, and his heart squeezed with excitement. Yeah, she sure did look pretty when she smiled.

“I don’t have much, but please consider what I have as yours.” Her gaze widened to Landon and Tyrell. “All of you.”

The men’s breaths were starting to speed up, and Durango knew he needed to get the guys out of the kitchen before they started in on another menage. She needed to get washed up, and he needed to make sure she was really okay with all this, now that she had an idea of what was involved.

“Boys. Around back of the house, you’ll find a bathtub in a lean-to. There’s a pump and lots of pails plus a drum-style wood-burning stove. Doc would appreciate it if you set her up with a nice hot bath.”

Landon and Tyrell nodded eagerly, and they both tried to outrun each other as they headed into the living room. A moment later they both popped back with jackets in hand and headed down the hallway. A few seconds later they heard the back door slam shut.

Silence followed.

Liz couldn’t express the rush of excitement racing rampant through her at Durango confirming he was staying. Obviously he’d found what he’d been searching for over the last few months, or maybe it had just been an “absence makes the heart grow fonder” kind of thing. Who knew. Who cared. He was staying. Landon was staying, and she sensed this new fellow, Tyrell, would be additional icing on an already very sweet and yummy cake.

She shivered as he moved his chair right beside hers. His body heat splashed all around her, making her very conscious of him. Gosh, she’d always been so aware of him, and now with him back after all this time, the awareness had grown exponentially.

“You enjoyed last night?” he asked softly.

She could read the hope in his eyes. The need for her to finally admit that, yeah, she enjoyed having sex with more than one man, just as much as he enjoyed watching her with them.

God, of all the guys, she’d have to fall in love with a mechanic whose body was laced with awesome muscles, and who enjoyed sharing his woman. She wondered what would have happened if she’d never met him. Would her sexually submissive side have come to light? Or would it have stayed hidden beneath the modern morals she’d been brought up with? Thankfully she would never know, because she wanted to be dominated.