and swollen and eagerly awaiting more.”
He was right. Oh, the man was so right. She wanted to be taken again, despite the exhaustion clinging to her. Her pussy felt so wonderfully swollen and used. Achy and simply ready to be taken over and over again.
She thought for sure he would finish this by taking her hands and leading her to the couch where he would fuck her again and they would sleep together, like the old days.
To her disappointment, he didn’t. Instead he stood and looked down at her, his face twisted with lust and torment.
“If you want more of this, Doc, you’ll have to wear a plug so you can be stretched and then Landon and Tyrell can take you.”
Oh damn him! Damn him for doing this to her!
“Go to hell, Durango,” she spat in a fierce whisper. She would have yelled at him, had she the strength.
He shook his head, an odd smile tilting those sensuously shaped lips of his.
“Honey, without you, I’m there.”
Having said that, he walked away, his confident swagger snapping anger through her like a live wire. She swore if she’d had the energy, she would have grabbed something, anything, and thrown it at him.
It took every ounce of her being to stand. Her legs wobbled weakly from the onslaught of climaxes he’d given her, and she could barely make it to the couch where she practically fell onto the soft cushions. Tugging at the comforters, she wrapped herself in them like a cocoon and slept like she’d never slept before.
Chapter Three
“You’re looking like the cat that ate the canary.” Tyrell grinned as Durango stepped back into the bedroom where Ty and Landon were sequestered. In the old days having two men lying leisurely on a bed together meant comments about them being gay. But these days, men huddled together all the time for warmth. Modesty and friendly jokes were quickly forgotten.
“Move your ass over so I can climb in, and I just might tell you how sweet our canary tastes.”
Both Tyrell and Landon blinked up at him, their mouths parting in shock as his meaning came across. They both swore softly, and they grimaced in pain as they moved and disrupted their injuries. They gave him more room than he needed.
Dropping his jeans, both men whistled as his painful erection boldly pressed against his underwear.
“Fuck, my man, what did you do to deserve that?” Landon chuckled.
“More like what didn’t you do to deserve that,” Tyrell said, shaking his head. “She must be some fantastic chick.”
“If you two hadn’t gotten yourself shot up so bad, then you might have been able to partake in the pleasures. But, alas, lucky I, for taking only a flesh wound.” Durango winked at them, and they cursed him down.
“You shouldn’t have made her believe she was the one who’d shot you,” Landon said softly as the three settled beneath the covers.
“Yeah, that wasn’t nice. When the lie comes out, and it will, she’s going to be doubly pissed off.” Tyrell grumbled.
“At all three of us, because you two had plenty of opportunity to speak up and set me straight. Now you are my accomplices and thus will harbor her wrath when she learns the truth,” Durango quipped, trying to hide his smile as he teased the guys and they once again cursed him down.
“Yep, she did taste very good. Too bad you two are so badly shot.”
“Durango,” Landon said, and Durango could hear the warning in his voice to stop.
“You’re torturing us, my man,” Tyrell replied in a cool tone.
“Sorry, guys, sweet dreams. I know I’ll certainly have them.”
He closed his eyes and smiled as the other two men shifted uneasily, obviously getting very uncomfortable as their imaginations ran wild about what he’d been doing with Liz.
Good. They should be miserable, because misery, meaning him, loved company at the moment.
She couldn’t believe she let Durango go down on her after he’d only been in her home for a couple of hours. He’d been gone for months. How dare he come back into her life and think he could just start having sex with her. She didn’t want to be sucked into what he wanted from her. Didn’t want to become a sex toy to him and his friends. Where would it stop? Would it go beyond three men? Although that idea terrified her, it also aroused her.
God, was she ever screwed up!
During her last visit, her nearest neighbor, Teyla Sutton, had confided to Liz that since being with three men at the same time, Teyla didn’t dream of going back to having sex on a regular basis with just one man. She simply enjoyed menages too much.
Is that what would happen to her? Would she lose herself in the pleasure of three men?
Liz bit back a sob. She wanted her old life back. It had been so simple back then. One man who’d loved her, family, and the conveniences of civilization, which included a phone and electricity, running hot water and an abundance of food.
Instead, she was freezing her butt off out here. She stood naked, her bare feet wobbling on rocks in the cold water of a river that ran through her property, and she had the most picturesque scenery of snowcapped craggy mountains in the distance while she washed herself. Her teeth chattered so loudly she wouldn’t be surprised if her closest neighbors heard her two miles away.
She sighed and dipped a bucket of water into the cold water. Bringing it up over her head, she held her breath and tipped it, gasping and cursing as the liquid practically froze her sensitive skin as it washed over her.
Sweet mercy! But that water was cold!
Dropping the pail, she grabbed the face cloth she’d placed on a nearby boulder and dipped it into the water before generously soaping the cloth. Normally she would have lugged in some buckets of water from the well outside her house and warmed it in the cast-iron pot she kept hanging over the fire in the living room fireplace. But she didn’t want Durango and his friends walking in on her while she washed her intimate parts. Parts that were exquisitely tender after Durango had had his way with her.
She held her breath as she splayed the cold, soapy washcloth over her right breast. Talk about freezing! She’d hoped the cold water would distinguish the heat of arousal flaring through her body since she’d woken from her nap after Durango had left her spent. But the cold air breathing against her moist flesh, and now the water dribbling erotically over her fevered skin, only seemed to heighten her senses and awareness that sleeping in her bed were three very sexy, well-muscled men.
When she’d awoken, the house had been too quiet and panic had sawed through her like a painful blade as she’d wondered if Durango and the others had left once again. Her uneasiness had only increased as she’d rushed down the hallway. Holding her breath, she’d pushed open the doorway to her bedroom, and thankfully they’d still been there. The three of them were fast asleep, their soft snores zipping through the cool air.
She’d watched them.
The new man, Tyrell Mathews, looked exquisitely handsome as he slept, his long, dark eyelashes framing his cheeks. His hair was dark brown, and he had a short, military-style cut. He was as darkly tanned as Durango, and he’d smelled very nice. While she’d tended to his wound, he’d kept quiet, his dark brown eyes studying her. Whenever he’d answered her questions, he’d answered in a mannerly tone which gave her the impression he was sweet and nice. Durango had been right though. Tyrell’s muscles certainly had made her insides twist about in an erotic way. Damn Durango for bringing another muscle-bound man into her home and into her life.
Landon Leigh’s light coloring was in direct contrast to Durango’s dark coloring. Where Durango had shoulder- length straight dark brown, almost-black hair and dark blue eyes, Landon’s hair was just as long and straight, but light sandy brown, almost blond, with green eyes. All three of them were big men, heavily muscled with dark five- o’clock shadows hugging their cheeks and chin.
