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.
“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.
