Springer, Jan - In Her Bed [The Desperadoes 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

Landon, had sexual fantasies of what they wanted to do to her. She’d been so embarrassed and shy because she’d wanted the same thing that she’d been unable to confess to that truth to Durango .
    “Get out of here. Both of you,” she said as the familiar anger and shame raged through her.
    “You’d turn away three patients, Doc? You’d put our lives in danger because you can’t face the truth?”
    Doc. His nickname for her. When they’d been engaged she’d loved it when he called her that. Now it just pissed her off because it reminded her of the wonderful carefree days they’d shared before the Catastrophe. It had been another life. He’d been another man back then. The Catastrophe had changed all that. Changed both of them.
    “It’s your truth. Not mine. Now get out,” she spat.
    Although it was dark in the living room, she could see the irritation flare in his eyes. Could feel his body tense with fury.
    She tried to get away from him, to break his grip. Of course, he wouldn’t allow that.
    “She’s a hellfire, that’s for sure.” The words were soft-spoken with underlying lust and appreciation from Landon. Although she’d only known Landon a few short months while he’d worked here, she knew she should have recognized him standing in front of her. Should have realized he would never hurt her. Hell, he was the man who wanted to fuck her while Durango watched. Suddenly her cheeks warmed. It irritated her.
    “If you wanted my help, you should have knocked. Now get out, and don’t come back.”
    “Maybe you shouldn’t have been so deep in your dreams, baby,” Durango said.
    Her cheeks grew hot at his knowing comment.
    “Besides, you shot me, Doc. The least you can do is fix me up before you send us on our way.”
    Liz blinked as a shock wave rolled over her. She’d shot him? Oh my God. She’d shot Durango when the gun went off? Concern washed away her anger.
    “Where are you hit?”
    Before he could answer, she saw the dark stain on the upper right arm area of his jacket.
    Okay, calm down . He was still standing, so it wasn’t that bad. But she also knew how quickly a gunshot wound could get infected.
    “Take off your shirt. I’ll get my bag.”
    She tried to get out of Durango ’s grasp again, but he didn’t let loose. Instead, he nodded to Landon.
    “You’ll take care of the others first. Landon, you get her bag. She usually keeps it in the hall closet by the front door. Top shelf.”
    Landon nodded, and he hurried away. That was when she realized Landon was limping. Another wave of concern snapped through her. She’d need to tend to Landon, too. Durango had mentioned three wounded. Where was the third man? And was that what her hot dream had been about? A forewarning of things to come?
    Liz shook her head in denial. Tried to ignore the intense awareness of Durango and Landon washing through her, but she knew the longer they stayed in her home, the harder it would be to keep them away from her.
    She knew they’d joined the Durango Gang. It was a Robin Hood-type gang his oldest surviving cousin, Kayne Durango , had started. Unfortunately in their quest to steal from the rich and give to the poor, every vigilante group that made money off the misery of others wanted the Durango Gang to hang by the neck until they were dead. She’d told Durango if he joined his cousin’s gang and became a desperado, he wasn’t welcome back here. The minute he’d left, she realized she’d never really meant it. She still loved him, no matter how much he’d changed. Or how much he’d tried to get you to confront your own sexual demons .
    “We didn’t see your horse in the lean-to out back. Thought maybe you weren’t living here anymore,” Durango said, his grip on her wrist tightening. “I should have known you’d be deep in your fantasies, baby. When you’re dreaming, an earthquake can’t wake you. Much to my annoyance, of course, when I want to make love to you.”
    Intense heat flared