that fact. She’d seen lust in men’s eyes before, but it had always left her cold. The sexual desire in Garrik’s and Jarmon’s eyes warmed her blood, making it pump faster through her veins.
Her breasts ached and for the first time in her life, she yearned for a man’s hands to touch them, to stroke them. Her nipples were tight buds, rubbing against her dress every time she shifted even the tiniest bit. She felt hot and flustered, not quite sure what she wanted but knowing these men could give it to her.
Jarmon had wrapped his arms around her earlier today, cradling her body against his much larger, harder frame and she could still feel the echo of his embrace. Once 35
she’d understood that he’d meant her no harm—in fact, wanted only to comfort her—
she’d longed to sink back into his arms. Genny had wanted to curl into his body and never leave. She’d felt safe for the first time in her life.
Then she’d discovered who he was.
Sighing, she traced her finger through the soft moss around her, listening with half an ear as the brothers chatted softly between them. That was another thing she liked about them. They didn’t feel the need to yell as her own brothers did.
They’d probably do more than yell if they discovered her true identity. She shivered and curled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She didn’t even want to imagine what they might do.
A blanket dropped around her shoulders. She hadn’t even heard anyone move.
Garrik smiled down at her. “The evening is closing in. Why don’t you move closer to the fire?”
She blinked, noticing her surroundings for the first time in hours. While she’d been lost in thought, the sun had all but disappeared from the sky. The first day with them was almost gone. She would only have tonight and two more days. Did she dare to reach out and take what she wanted? Could she live with herself if she didn’t?
She’d lived in fear most of her life, but everything had changed the moment she’d decided to run. This was her life now, for better or for worse. Her brothers might still find her and drag her back to Craddock Keep. She could easily find herself forced into a brutal marriage from which the only escape was death. At least if she took this opportunity, she would have the memories to comfort her for the rest of her life.
Her brothers would be furious if they ever found out she’d given away her virginity, but they’d never be able to discover who she’d given it to. She’d die before she’d tell. Besides, she was never going back there and she would probably never see them again. She was free now and this was a chance to reach out and grab something good from life. To experience something truly wonderful that wasn’t tainted by her family. As she inched toward the low glow of the fire, she prayed that she had the courage to take it.
Genny lay under her blankets staring up at the night sky, wondering why she’d even bothered to pray for courage. It didn’t seem as if she needed any at all. Both men had spread their bedrolls next to her and stretched out beside her. She’d expected one or both of them to reach out to her. Instead they’d both rolled onto their sides, each of them facing her, and closed their eyes. Their breathing was deep and even while hers was shallow and choppy.
Seems she’d worried for nothing. Obviously she’d been mistaken about their intentions. Her disappointment was overwhelming and she bit her bottom lip to stem the unexpected sting of tears. Now that she’d made up her mind, she wanted to explore her sexuality to its fullest. This might be the only chance in her lifetime to do so and now it seemed to have ended before it had ever really begun.
36
“You are not sleeping,” Garrik murmured as he laid his hand upon her stomach.
She could feel the heat of it through the coarse fabric of her dress.
“I’m fine.” It was hard to concentrate on talking with his hand making small
Her breasts ached and for the first time in her life, she yearned for a man’s hands to touch them, to stroke them. Her nipples were tight buds, rubbing against her dress every time she shifted even the tiniest bit. She felt hot and flustered, not quite sure what she wanted but knowing these men could give it to her.
Jarmon had wrapped his arms around her earlier today, cradling her body against his much larger, harder frame and she could still feel the echo of his embrace. Once 35
she’d understood that he’d meant her no harm—in fact, wanted only to comfort her—
she’d longed to sink back into his arms. Genny had wanted to curl into his body and never leave. She’d felt safe for the first time in her life.
Then she’d discovered who he was.
Sighing, she traced her finger through the soft moss around her, listening with half an ear as the brothers chatted softly between them. That was another thing she liked about them. They didn’t feel the need to yell as her own brothers did.
They’d probably do more than yell if they discovered her true identity. She shivered and curled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She didn’t even want to imagine what they might do.
A blanket dropped around her shoulders. She hadn’t even heard anyone move.
Garrik smiled down at her. “The evening is closing in. Why don’t you move closer to the fire?”
She blinked, noticing her surroundings for the first time in hours. While she’d been lost in thought, the sun had all but disappeared from the sky. The first day with them was almost gone. She would only have tonight and two more days. Did she dare to reach out and take what she wanted? Could she live with herself if she didn’t?
She’d lived in fear most of her life, but everything had changed the moment she’d decided to run. This was her life now, for better or for worse. Her brothers might still find her and drag her back to Craddock Keep. She could easily find herself forced into a brutal marriage from which the only escape was death. At least if she took this opportunity, she would have the memories to comfort her for the rest of her life.
Her brothers would be furious if they ever found out she’d given away her virginity, but they’d never be able to discover who she’d given it to. She’d die before she’d tell. Besides, she was never going back there and she would probably never see them again. She was free now and this was a chance to reach out and grab something good from life. To experience something truly wonderful that wasn’t tainted by her family. As she inched toward the low glow of the fire, she prayed that she had the courage to take it.
Genny lay under her blankets staring up at the night sky, wondering why she’d even bothered to pray for courage. It didn’t seem as if she needed any at all. Both men had spread their bedrolls next to her and stretched out beside her. She’d expected one or both of them to reach out to her. Instead they’d both rolled onto their sides, each of them facing her, and closed their eyes. Their breathing was deep and even while hers was shallow and choppy.
Seems she’d worried for nothing. Obviously she’d been mistaken about their intentions. Her disappointment was overwhelming and she bit her bottom lip to stem the unexpected sting of tears. Now that she’d made up her mind, she wanted to explore her sexuality to its fullest. This might be the only chance in her lifetime to do so and now it seemed to have ended before it had ever really begun.
36
“You are not sleeping,” Garrik murmured as he laid his hand upon her stomach.
She could feel the heat of it through the coarse fabric of her dress.
“I’m fine.” It was hard to concentrate on talking with his hand making small
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