Jan Springer: In Her Bed

“That is none of your business.”

“Well, it is my business, Doc, because you see, I’ve invested a lot of time in looking for the perfect men to share you with.”

Oh God. She was really creaming now. Not good.

“I already told you-”

“Your body language says different, Liz. I can read you like a book, baby. I was watching you when you were tending Landon and Tyrell. Watching how your gaze kept snapping to their muscles. How your hands shook with the need to touch them.”

Bastard. So he was right. It didn’t mean she wanted them in her bed. Despite her denial, her vagina spasmed, her ass pulsed, and naughty images of the three men ruthlessly fucking her filled her head. She found herself inhaling deeply to steady her sudden panic.

She was totally helpless as Durango’s hand curled around her shoulder. He told her to scoot over a couple of feet until her back was now against the cool stone wall of the fireplace. Now she was facing forward toward him, her legs over the edge of the outer hearth.

Oh darn it, he hadn’t bothered to put his shirt on, and the orange firelight danced crazily over rippling muscles galore as his fingers flexed on her shoulder. The white linen she’d wrapped around his injury shone like a beacon in the gloomy early morning light, and it made his flesh look scrumptiously tanned. She’d always warned him against going shirtless due to the dangers of skin cancer, but obviously he hadn’t listened. He was so darkly tanned, and he looked so good. So healthy. Being a member of the Durango Gang obviously agreed with him.

Hot flames blasted against her right side from the fire in the fireplace, and she became mesmerized as she watched his fingers trail from her shoulder and his hands drop over her knees and slowly part her thighs.

“I haven’t been with a woman since I left you,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

He hadn’t slept with others? Durango was a very sensual man who enjoyed sex every night and many times during the days as well. Not having had any sex in months…he-she swallowed as a cyclone of erotic shivers raced through her-he would be a bundle of unexploded energy.

“Landon hasn’t been with a woman either. Neither has Tyrell, since I selected him for you. For them, it’s been months as well. They crave sex on a regular basis as I do. They’ve been ready to take you for too long.”

She wanted to tell Durango he was dreaming for thinking she would sleep with the men he’d brought home. Somehow, she couldn’t utter a protest. Could only fight to keep her breaths steady as his meaning hit home.

Three men with extreme pent-up sexual energy wanted her. If he hadn’t been holding her knees wide open, she would have closed them and brought herself off at the mere thought of three men touching her, all at the same time. Of their mouths kissing her in intimate places. Of them bringing her fantasies of being triple penetrated to life.

His hands tightened on her knees, and she swore her breaths halted in her lungs as he kneeled down on his haunches in front of her, between her parted thighs. He gazed up at her with those lust-laden eyes, and she became lost in his heated look. Just like that. Oh, damn him for being so bold and sexy. For forcing her to confront her desires for him and the fantasies they both shared.

“We can go slow. Just you and me to start,” he said softly. “We can get reacquainted. Right here. Right now.” It seemed as if he were giving her a way out in the manner he posed his sentences. She didn’t want a way out. She wanted him to push her past her restraints.

Oh goodness, she couldn’t believe she’d just thought that last thought.

“Lower your nightgown.” His hoarse voice had her trembling despite the heat pumping out of the hearth. The thought of what he wanted to do had her nipples hardening and peeking and pressing boldly against her nightgown.

“Durango…” She didn’t know what she wanted to say. Maybe she wanted to mount a protest? No, no, she wanted him to touch her, kiss her, and fuck her. Not necessarily in that order.

He continued to gaze at her from his perch between her spread legs. His eyes were a dusty blue, and she swore she’d never seen them that dark before. Or so filled with sensuality and arousal. That look made her yearn for him so badly it almost pushed her senses into overdrive.

“Can you imagine Landon and Tyrell thrusting inside you? I know I want to see the pleasure splash across your face when they do. I know you’ve fantasized about Landon. I heard you call his name many times in your sleep before I left.”

Damn him. He’d never told her that before. Yes, she had fantasized about Landon. Who couldn’t? The man looked so hot, and he was built just as gorgeously as Durango, and he was so sweet, too.

“Have you already fantasized about Tyrell while you were patching him up?”

She found herself shaking her head despite the fact she had been ogling his taut, tanned torso while she’d prodded past his tattered flesh looking for the bullet.

“Now why don’t you pull that nightie down so I can see more of you, Doc? I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I left. I’ve missed you like crazy.”

She shook her head, but at the same time her heart hammered insanely against her chest as she held his intoxicating gaze, and she lifted her hands. He licked his lips in obvious anticipation as she slowly eased the straps of her nightgown down her arms and then dipped her hands beneath the lowered neckline. She drew out her breasts both at the same time, presenting herself to him.

Her breaths halted as Durango swore softly. Appreciation lit his eyes, and lust flushed his face a nice shade of pink. Hunger tensed his body.

“Yeah, just the way I remember them. Nice, very nice, baby.”

She jerked as his hands pressed against her knees and he moved himself forward between her spread legs, his upper body leaning closer to her, his lips parting. She became lost in the sexy curve of those lips as his hot breath lashed her left nipple. As he sucked her taut flesh right into his searing, moist mouth, she shuddered uncontrollably. Oh, to have him at her breast again. It felt so right.

Reaching out with both of her hands, her arms arched around his neck. Her fingers sifted through the shoulder-length strands of his dark, silky brown hair where she gently held him. She gasped as the wonderful ripples of arousal began to build deep inside her pussy. The incredible way he sucked intoxicated her. Heated her.

She twisted against him, arching her back so she could get a firmer pressure. She could hear him breathing harshly. Heard herself moaning softly, giving herself away that she was enjoying what he was doing to her.

Damn him, he was like a fever rushing through her system. A fever chasing and exposing her deepest desires, her most wanton needs. He’d always been like this.

He demanded, she submitted, because, well, quite truthfully, she enjoyed the way he made her feel. Just as he was doing now. Bastard.

He let go of her nipple with a pop and moved to her other breast, sucking her other nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed back and forth, igniting fiery pleasure-pain. His tongue soothed as he smoothed over her tortured flesh. Her pussy creamed. Her mind shattered, and she lost all self-control. Her body tightened, the ache for penetration spreading quickly through her body. Perspiration dotted her skin. Her breasts felt swollen and the rest of her overwhelmed and needy.

“Damn you, Durango,” she whispered as she creamed and almost came. He could do that, make her come by sucking on her nipples, but the son of a bitch obviously didn’t want her to come yet. She moaned in protest as he drew his head away and glared up at her.

“Maybe I should just leave you like this, huh, Liz? Give you a little taste of what I’ve been going through all these months.”