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.
She wanted to be taken whenever someone else wanted to take her. She loved the anticipation of it. The erotic way it made her feel, just knowing a man wanted her. It made her feel…desirable.
Low self-esteem issues? No, she didn’t think so. She felt good about herself, about what she’d achieved in life. Becoming a doctor had taken all of her self-discipline to achieve her dream. But in doing so, she’d ignored her private life. Ignored her needs. Now she wanted to explore those cravings burning inside her.
She also knew that just because both she and Durango had kinky needs didn’t mean their relationship was meant to be. It meant they were a good fit. At least that’s what she thought. She could make his fantasies of sharing come true, and he could make her fantasies of menages and being dominated by more than one man come true.
Now with the removal of the social elements due to the Catastrophe, she was realizing there was a new type of freedom available to her. Her family couldn’t judge her. Pretty much all of her friends were dead, and her one true friend, Teyla, was living out Liz’s dream only a couple of miles away. She’d so envied Teyla that she’d been barely able to stand it.
“I really missed you, Doc,” Durango whispered as he took her hands into his. “I woke up aching for you every night. Kept dreaming about how sweet you would taste when I came back home. How I longed to bring you the pleasure I knew you craved. We both craved.”
And the pleasure she denied she needed.
“Now that you’ve had a taste, do you want what the three of us are offering?”
Hope glittered with such magnificence in his gaze that Liz swore if she hadn’t been sitting her on the chair, her knees would have buckled from the intensity. That Durango would even ask her instead of seducing sex from her again meant he’d turned a serious curve in the road of seduction. She sensed if she said no, he would accept her decision. And maybe leave like he’d done before?
She hoped the threat of him leaving wasn’t what was influencing her decision to give in to what he wanted. No, it was what she wanted. She needed to remember that. It had to be what she wanted because in the end she would be living with the consequences, despite having no family or friends to judge her. She had to be comfortable with her decisions.
“This isn’t something I can just agree to, Durango.”
Hope deflated in his eyes. She felt bad, truly she did, but what he’d given her a taste of was an entire change of life for her. Being here for three men who she would sexually submit to whenever they wanted. God, just thinking about it was turning her on big-time.
She licked her lips, tried to quell the visions of what had happened last night. Being tied down, three men fucking her. It had been awesome, and she realized she was truly beginning to accept this idea.
“I can’t be at every man’s beck and call in the bedroom and out. Things need to be done, like preparation of meals, house work, yard work, farming. I can’t help with all that if I’m lying in bed all the time getting my brains screwed out.” And loving it.
“It won’t be in the bed, always,” he teased and leaned in. She shivered as he brushed his mouth against her lips again in a feather-like kiss.
“Durango, I’m serious.”
He pulled away, a gorgeous grin tipping the sides of his luscious-looking mouth. A mouth she wouldn’t mind having between her legs at the moment. Her lower belly clenched at the thought of his early morning shadow brushing erotically against her inner thighs.
Oh goodness, they’d turned her into a sex maniac already. Liz blinked that thought aside.
