about everything he’d seen and experienced, his deepest and most uncertain emotions, he onlyreached under the loincloth and cupped his limp penis in his palm.
“What happened between us is only the beginning. It can be more, much more. We both want that.”
His penis stirred.
“You think I’m the one doing things to you, but that isn’t true. I played with you, brought you to climax. Now it’s your turn to return the favor. To increase the bond between us.”
His cock swelled to fill his hand.
Sandy had walked to Mala’s car with her. Now they stood in the tree-shaded parking lot.
“What are you going to do?” Sandy asked. “You’ve had your meeting with the dirty old man. Maybe you should go back to Naples. See if you can clear your head.”
“Maybe,” Mala muttered. “My gosh, it’s hot.”
“At least there’s a wind.”
Mala wasn’t aware of a breeze. Thinking to unlock her car and get in, she pulled her keys out of her purse. Only they didn’t feel like keys, more like—
“—about time. I don’t know why they hire such incompetent—”
“What?” Mala interrupted. She was breathing too fast and couldn’t do anything about it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…”
Laird’s blood-engorged cock was even larger than she’d imagined. Its weight in her palm left no doubt of its size. It felt warmer than her hand. She longed to test its texture and contours, to run her fingertips over his balls, but she couldn’t remember how to make them move.
“—a diet. I don’t know how you keep it off. You weigh the same—”
“What?”
“I was paying you a compliment. Aren’t you listening?”
She was trying to find the breeze Sandy had mentioned. If only the air would stir a little, she wouldn’t feel as if she had a fever.
“You aren’t, are you?”
“What?”
“Listening to me,” Sandy insisted. “Oh my—it’s happening, isn’t it? He’s getting to you.”
Laird wiped his blood-stained hands on a leaf. Killing the wild piglet had been easier than he’d imagined. He hadn’t known he could move that fast or sense where to bury the knife so death came instantly. However, without fire, he’d have to eat the carcass raw and he wasn’t—yet—enough of a savage for that.
What would Mala think if she saw what he’d done?
Had he gotten through to her?
“Do you like to be on top? Maybe you want sex hard and fast. I think so, but I also think you haven’t had it like that very much. That man you almost married, with him sex was civilized and circumspect. Probably you didn’t scream when you came, if you came. You held back with him and tried to be a lady. I don’t want a lady. I want a woman. Lusty and adventurous. I’ll never sit on the sidelines or be civilized and controlled because I’m not that kind of man. When we have sex—and we will—you’ll know how I like it.
“And I’ll know what you need. I’ll give it to you. I promise.”
About to continue the discussion, Laird felt a sudden urgency that sent him down the footpath at a hard trot. He still gripped the pig carcass. After a few minutes, sweat ran off him. He wasn’t out of breath, just reacting to the humid heat. His thoughts tunneled down to what his legs were doing, and he felt proud of their strength.
Nothing less than instinct told him when he reached his destination. Slowing, he walked around the last turn, angled around the last bush.
The small village was set in the middle of a large clearing. He couldn’t tell whether the clearing had occurred naturally or whether the Seminole who’d made this their home were responsible.
He heard children laugh and spotted a trio of girls sitting in a circle. They stopped what they were doing and stared at him when he approached, but didn’t appear either surprised or frightened.
“What are you doing?” he asked. At first the words coming from sounded like gibberish. Then he realized he’d spoken in Seminole. How he knew that he
“What happened between us is only the beginning. It can be more, much more. We both want that.”
His penis stirred.
“You think I’m the one doing things to you, but that isn’t true. I played with you, brought you to climax. Now it’s your turn to return the favor. To increase the bond between us.”
His cock swelled to fill his hand.
Sandy had walked to Mala’s car with her. Now they stood in the tree-shaded parking lot.
“What are you going to do?” Sandy asked. “You’ve had your meeting with the dirty old man. Maybe you should go back to Naples. See if you can clear your head.”
“Maybe,” Mala muttered. “My gosh, it’s hot.”
“At least there’s a wind.”
Mala wasn’t aware of a breeze. Thinking to unlock her car and get in, she pulled her keys out of her purse. Only they didn’t feel like keys, more like—
“—about time. I don’t know why they hire such incompetent—”
“What?” Mala interrupted. She was breathing too fast and couldn’t do anything about it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…”
Laird’s blood-engorged cock was even larger than she’d imagined. Its weight in her palm left no doubt of its size. It felt warmer than her hand. She longed to test its texture and contours, to run her fingertips over his balls, but she couldn’t remember how to make them move.
“—a diet. I don’t know how you keep it off. You weigh the same—”
“What?”
“I was paying you a compliment. Aren’t you listening?”
She was trying to find the breeze Sandy had mentioned. If only the air would stir a little, she wouldn’t feel as if she had a fever.
“You aren’t, are you?”
“What?”
“Listening to me,” Sandy insisted. “Oh my—it’s happening, isn’t it? He’s getting to you.”
Laird wiped his blood-stained hands on a leaf. Killing the wild piglet had been easier than he’d imagined. He hadn’t known he could move that fast or sense where to bury the knife so death came instantly. However, without fire, he’d have to eat the carcass raw and he wasn’t—yet—enough of a savage for that.
What would Mala think if she saw what he’d done?
Had he gotten through to her?
“Do you like to be on top? Maybe you want sex hard and fast. I think so, but I also think you haven’t had it like that very much. That man you almost married, with him sex was civilized and circumspect. Probably you didn’t scream when you came, if you came. You held back with him and tried to be a lady. I don’t want a lady. I want a woman. Lusty and adventurous. I’ll never sit on the sidelines or be civilized and controlled because I’m not that kind of man. When we have sex—and we will—you’ll know how I like it.
“And I’ll know what you need. I’ll give it to you. I promise.”
About to continue the discussion, Laird felt a sudden urgency that sent him down the footpath at a hard trot. He still gripped the pig carcass. After a few minutes, sweat ran off him. He wasn’t out of breath, just reacting to the humid heat. His thoughts tunneled down to what his legs were doing, and he felt proud of their strength.
Nothing less than instinct told him when he reached his destination. Slowing, he walked around the last turn, angled around the last bush.
The small village was set in the middle of a large clearing. He couldn’t tell whether the clearing had occurred naturally or whether the Seminole who’d made this their home were responsible.
He heard children laugh and spotted a trio of girls sitting in a circle. They stopped what they were doing and stared at him when he approached, but didn’t appear either surprised or frightened.
“What are you doing?” he asked. At first the words coming from sounded like gibberish. Then he realized he’d spoken in Seminole. How he knew that he
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