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

out the bullets.
    Durango knew her fetish for muscles. How they turned her on so hard and so fast that he’d always joked about her exploding like a firecracker whenever muscles came into her view. She detected traces of pain glazing his eyes as he watched her from his perch on a wooden chair that he’d dragged close to the bed. She didn’t think it was the physical pain. Maybe emotional pain? Had he missed her as much as she’d missed him?
    No, he’d made his decision about leaving, and now he would have to live with it.
    Unfortunately, now with the two men snoring softly in her bed, Durango didn’t appear in the least bit sleepy as he studied her every move with his sultry light blue eyes. She could tell from the heated way he looked at her that he wanted sex. He always wanted sex, and in the past she’d loved losing herself in the pleasure he gave so easily. But she’d booted him out, and no matter how much she wanted him back in her bed, she needed to stick to her principles. Didn’t she ? Yes, she did , she added firmly.
    “If you want to stay warm you’ll have to crawl into bed between them,” she snapped as she got up off the bed.
    She reached out to grab the tray of bloody utensils, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist, his fingers yet again snapping around her flesh like a handcuff.
    She trembled at the strength in those fingers. Fingers that used to stroke so nicely in and out of her pussy. Fingers that caressed and brushed her nipples until they were on fire. Until she was on fire for him.
    She gasped as he suddenly pulled her onto his lap. His arms came around her waist, and he held her in his strong, warm embrace. For a split second she thought about struggling out of his tight grasp, but she knew if he didn’t want to let her go, he wouldn’t, and fighting him would be a waste of time. She inhaled sharply at the feel of the large knot of arousal pressed against her ass. She could feel the pounding of his heart as it beat against her left arm. She also realized how easily and instinctively she was curling against him. That pissed her off.
    Stupid woman . She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing him how he still could so easily affect her.
    He must have caught a glimpse of her mood, for he suddenly spoke softly in her ear. “I wonder what you’d do if I decided to kiss you, Doc?”
    “Slap you,” she retorted, injecting as much anger into her voice as she could.
    “In that case I’d have to spank you. And I know how much you enjoy getting spanked, Doc.”
    “Don’t call me that,” Liz snapped.
    “Does it bring back memories?”
    Yes, his nickname, and his low, seductive voice and talk about spankings brought back those luscious memories. Too many memories. Of what he and his friend Landon had wanted to do with her before she’d sent them packing.
    Warmth, unrestrained and wickedly delightful, whipped through her, and she could barely stop the breathless tremors as they raced through her tense body.
    “It brings back nothing,” she said coolly, but to her irritation she also sounded husky.
    His knowing look angered her, and she forced herself to break his gaze. Wanting to escape him, she decided it would be better to fight him. To her surprise, when she did just that, he let her get up off his lap. She grabbed the tray containing the soiled utensils and stormed toward the door.
    “Walking away won’t stop what we both want, Liz.” The softness in his voice almost undid her self-control, and she swore there was a brief hesitation in her walk, but she rectified it quickly by picking up her pace.
    The bastard had nerve. She hadn’t seen him in so long, and the last thing she wanted was to fall right back in love with him. She would not be shared by any man. No matter how often or how hot she got whenever she fantasized about having sex with him and other men. Sharing just wasn’t normal. She’d do well to remember that fact.

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    All you need to do is play it cool