Jan Springer: In Her Bed

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 naive 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.

She swallowed and cleared her throat. “I’m afraid I don’t feel anything more for you, Durango. I still stand at what was said before you left. You made your decision.” Oh, but the sultry sound of her voice certainly was saying different. She knew he would be able to hear the lie, too.

She inhaled softly as his hand curled over her shoulder, and she swore any resolve she had toward him went right up the chimney with the smoke.

“I want you, baby. I’ve wanted you every night since I’ve been gone.” Damn him.

“Then you shouldn’t have left, should you?” she bit out. “Because now it’s too late.”

“It’s never too late between us. Unless you’ve taken on a lover or two while I’ve been gone?”

He studied her for a reaction. She tried hard not to blink. Fought for the control she knew she would need because he always knew when she was lying. She definitely did not want to give away that she’d had no other man in her bed since he’d been gone.