Springer, Jan - In Her Bed [The Desperadoes 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jan Springer Page A

her here a couple of weeks ago. Their relationship seemed so caring and strong. But of course, their relationship had to be the exception. A woman would have to want to be shared. She would have to be confident her relationship would survive something like that.
    Not only that, she’d have to survive the embarrassment of being shared. No, she couldn’t embrace such a wicked lifestyle, no matter how much she secretly fantasized that she wanted it.
    With a sudden burst of anger, or maybe it was more like frustration at not being a liberated woman like her friend, Teyla, Liz pounded her fist into the bread dough she’d been preparing. Why couldn’t life be as simple for her as it was for Teyla? Her friend had no problem opening her heart, and her thighs, for three men.
    All Liz had to do was say yes to Durango when he asked again. She frowned and took another angry jab at the puffy dough. If Durango ever did ask again.
    She punched the dough harder, pretending it was Durango ’s sorry ass. He probably wouldn’t even bother with her uptightness anymore. He would probably just leave.
    She pounded the loaf again. He’d leave and never look back. No man could have such patience going without sex for so long.
    She smacked the dough again. He would take up with the pleasure girls, and then her heart would be broken all over again.
    Even thinking that, she knew it wasn’t true. Durango loved her. He’d come back to her, and she trusted him when he said he and Landon and even the stranger hadn’t been with other women. She trusted that he wanted just her. That they wanted just her.
    Any woman would be envious that three men wanted her sexually. Wouldn’t they? Secretly, she was excited and aroused. Wished she could be more bold and adventurous and just jump in with both feet and do what she wanted. Be with three men.
    She gave the pliant dough another smack.
    “I can think of a better way to work out other than pounding bread.” Durango ’s friend, Landon, chuckled from the direction of the hall that led to the kitchen. Her head snapped up, and she found him standing there, wearing nothing but low-slung jeans and some mighty nice dark-tanned muscles lacing his fit body. Her heart did this wonderful flip as he grinned sexily at her.
    His gaze captured hers. Held hers. She swallowed at his insinuation. Knew he was talking about pounding his cock into her. That thought had the erotic heat flushing through her, but it was quickly forgotten when he winced after taking a step forward onto his injured leg. He weaved dangerously.
    Damn his stubborn hide . Hadn’t she instructed him to stay in bed? Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember saying that, but surely he was smart enough to know he shouldn’t be hobbling around on an injured leg. What was it with men? Why were they so stubborn?
    Irritation turned to concern as she forgot the dough and rushed to his side before he fell over onto his face. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she tried hard to ignore the bunch of hard muscles flexing against her flesh as she led him into the kitchen. He slumped heavily into a chair.
    Muscles on a man, any man, always turned her on. Looking at them. Touching them. Kissing them. The sight of them, the taste and the texture, made her hot.
    Durango had always joked about that with her. Said she had a muscle fetish. And now with these three heavily muscled men in her home…sleeping in her bed…Liz blew out a tense breath and quickly moved away from Landon, who she noticed smelled very nice. A tinge of tobacco mingled with scents of wood smoke and his own unique musky smell. A complementary odor to say the least.
    “You do that a lot,” he muttered.
    “What?”
    “Run away from your feelings.”
    “Excuse me?” What in the world was he talking about?
    “The way you just reacted when you held me. It wasn’t lost on me.”
    Asshole. Her face flamed. “You’re delusional.”
    “You’re in denial.”
    Oh my God. First Durango and