her. Lisa stuttered over a string of foul names for him, none of which quite made it out of her mouth.
“They attacked me, you pig! They were trying to rape me!” she finally managed to spit at him. Bloodlust shone from her eyes; she ached to kill him.
“Is that so?” That drawling voice was like gasoline to the already blazing fire of her anger. “Then tell me something, honey: if you’re so innocent in all of this, what the hell were you doing out here in the first place? You’re supposed to be confined to your tent, if I remember correctly. And where are your clothes? I don’t see them lying around anywhere, looking as if they were torn from your struggling body! All the evidence backs up what Lutz and Brady said: you led them on. Granted, they may have gotten a little carried away, but the way I see it, that’s more your fault than theirs!”
“You bastard!”
Lisa sprang to her feet, her fists clenching at her sides. Sam rose just as quickly; this time he was expecting her violence. As she lunged at him, he feinted, catching her by her hands, pulling her off balance. Then his shoulder made bruising contact with her soft stomach. Before she knew what was happening, he was hoisting her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Her head dangled helplessly, and her hair tangled down past his hips. Lisa struggled furiously, cursing as foully as she knew how, pounding his muscled back with her fists. The soft, taunting sound of his laughter flayed her like a many-thonged whip as he strode off with her.
“Last time you should have told me you like it rough. I would have obliged,” he remarked conversationally to her bare, heaving backside.
Outraged, Lisa sank her sharp little teeth into his back, feeling them sink through the heavy cotton of his shirt and into his flesh with intense satisfaction. Sam yelped, then whacked her bottom so hard that she screamed.
“Behave,” he said, the laughter suddenly, ominously absent from his voice. “Or I’ll make you damned sorry.”
The grimness of his tone convinced her as no amount of threats would have done that he meant what he said. Lisa was so furious that she could have chewed nails in half without a blink, but she had just enough sense left to know when to quit while she was ahead. Seething, she lay limply across his shoulder until a familiar landmark jolted her with the realization that they were almost there. God, he couldn’t mean to walk through camp with her hanging naked over his shoulder—could he?
“Put me down!” she ordered imperiously. He continued to stride on as if he hadn’t heard.
“Sam, put me down!” They had rounded the bend that brought them within sight of the camp.
“What’s the matter? You were ready enough to let Lutz and Brady—and me—see you naked. Don’t tell me a larger audience turns you off!”
“Dammit, they tried to rape me!” she cried, frustrated at his stubborn disbelief and furious at the same time.
“Oh, sure—just like I did that night in your tent, right?” Sam jeered, his voice biting. “Honey, you forget that I’ve seen you in action!”
His long legs continued to eat up the distance to the camp as he spoke. Lisa wriggled frantically, trying to throw herself to the ground, and was rewarded by another sharp slap on her rear.
“Sam, I swear I’m telling the truth!” she wailed in a last, desperate effort to convince him. Then it was too late. He was carrying her through the camp, apparently oblivious to the hoots and catcalls of the gathered men. Lisa shut her eyes tightly, feeling humiliation wash over her entire body in a crimson wave. Then he stopped, and she looked up to find that instead of returning her to her own tent, he had brought her to his, for what purpose she didn’t care to guess. He shouldered his way inside, dumped her unceremoniously on the floor, and turned to secure the tent flap, all without a word. As she struggled into a sitting position, face flushed and silver-blond
“They attacked me, you pig! They were trying to rape me!” she finally managed to spit at him. Bloodlust shone from her eyes; she ached to kill him.
“Is that so?” That drawling voice was like gasoline to the already blazing fire of her anger. “Then tell me something, honey: if you’re so innocent in all of this, what the hell were you doing out here in the first place? You’re supposed to be confined to your tent, if I remember correctly. And where are your clothes? I don’t see them lying around anywhere, looking as if they were torn from your struggling body! All the evidence backs up what Lutz and Brady said: you led them on. Granted, they may have gotten a little carried away, but the way I see it, that’s more your fault than theirs!”
“You bastard!”
Lisa sprang to her feet, her fists clenching at her sides. Sam rose just as quickly; this time he was expecting her violence. As she lunged at him, he feinted, catching her by her hands, pulling her off balance. Then his shoulder made bruising contact with her soft stomach. Before she knew what was happening, he was hoisting her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Her head dangled helplessly, and her hair tangled down past his hips. Lisa struggled furiously, cursing as foully as she knew how, pounding his muscled back with her fists. The soft, taunting sound of his laughter flayed her like a many-thonged whip as he strode off with her.
“Last time you should have told me you like it rough. I would have obliged,” he remarked conversationally to her bare, heaving backside.
Outraged, Lisa sank her sharp little teeth into his back, feeling them sink through the heavy cotton of his shirt and into his flesh with intense satisfaction. Sam yelped, then whacked her bottom so hard that she screamed.
“Behave,” he said, the laughter suddenly, ominously absent from his voice. “Or I’ll make you damned sorry.”
The grimness of his tone convinced her as no amount of threats would have done that he meant what he said. Lisa was so furious that she could have chewed nails in half without a blink, but she had just enough sense left to know when to quit while she was ahead. Seething, she lay limply across his shoulder until a familiar landmark jolted her with the realization that they were almost there. God, he couldn’t mean to walk through camp with her hanging naked over his shoulder—could he?
“Put me down!” she ordered imperiously. He continued to stride on as if he hadn’t heard.
“Sam, put me down!” They had rounded the bend that brought them within sight of the camp.
“What’s the matter? You were ready enough to let Lutz and Brady—and me—see you naked. Don’t tell me a larger audience turns you off!”
“Dammit, they tried to rape me!” she cried, frustrated at his stubborn disbelief and furious at the same time.
“Oh, sure—just like I did that night in your tent, right?” Sam jeered, his voice biting. “Honey, you forget that I’ve seen you in action!”
His long legs continued to eat up the distance to the camp as he spoke. Lisa wriggled frantically, trying to throw herself to the ground, and was rewarded by another sharp slap on her rear.
“Sam, I swear I’m telling the truth!” she wailed in a last, desperate effort to convince him. Then it was too late. He was carrying her through the camp, apparently oblivious to the hoots and catcalls of the gathered men. Lisa shut her eyes tightly, feeling humiliation wash over her entire body in a crimson wave. Then he stopped, and she looked up to find that instead of returning her to her own tent, he had brought her to his, for what purpose she didn’t care to guess. He shouldered his way inside, dumped her unceremoniously on the floor, and turned to secure the tent flap, all without a word. As she struggled into a sitting position, face flushed and silver-blond
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