“Let us pleasure you.” Jarmon leaned over her, briefly obscuring the moon and the night sky from her view. The scar on his face appeared deeper and he looked as if he were in pain.
Raising her hand, she cupped his ravaged cheek. The raised edges of the scars seemed to burn against her palm. She wanted to take away the pain he’d suffered. He flinched away. Hurt by his sudden withdrawal, she dropped her hand back to her side and began to chew on her bottom lip again. It was one thing to decide that she was going to give away her virginity. Quite another thing to actually do it.
As if he could read her jumbled thoughts, Garrik shifted his hand higher, skimming the edge of his fingers against the sensitive undersides of her breasts. “We want nothing more from you this night than to be allowed to pleasure you, Genny. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it.”
“That’s not fair to you.” She didn’t know of any men who would forgo their own pleasure.
“It is a gift, Genny.” Jarmon picked up her hand and slowly raised it until it was hovering just over his left cheek. He carefully pressed her palm over his ragged scar. “A gift of great value from you to us.”
Not knowing what else to say, she nodded.
“The words, Genny,” Garrik crooned from behind her. “We need the words from you.”
Swallowing back all her trepidation and fear of the unknown, she nodded again. “Yes. Yes, I want you to touch me.”
Jarmon didn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth turned up the tiniest bit and the expression on his face lightened. Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed her palm before pulling her upward into a seated position.
Before she could blink, Garrik had yanked her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Totally naked, she instinctively curled her legs into her body and wrapped her arms around them, burying her face against them.
Jarmon tugged one of the blankets over her bent legs. “You do not have to do anything you do not want to, Genny.”
Raising her head, she met both their gazes and saw only concern. There was no anger or irritation at all. That, more than anything else, gave her the courage to slowly uncurl her legs. When Jarmon urged her to lie back on the blankets, she did so, allowing all her fears to slip away.
If they had meant to hurt her, they’d had plenty of opportunity to do so. It was strange to trust two men she’d just met, men she barely knew, but she did. Deep in her soul, she knew they would do nothing to physically harm her. When Garrik smiled at her, the desire that had momentarily been smothered by her fears surged to life within her once again.
Both men stretched out on either side of her. Heat emanated from their bodies and she longed to touch them both, to stroke her hands across every inch of their naked chests. Jarmon was closest, so she reached out and laid her palm over his heart. The heavy beat pulsed against her hand. “I want to touch you.”
A deep groan rose from deep within him. “Anywhere. Touch me anywhere, Genny. Anything you want.”
Genny tasted feminine power for the first time in her life. With just a touch, she had made this strong man groan with need. It was intoxicating. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she skimmed her hand over his impossibly wide chest. There was a deep scar on his left shoulder, but she avoided it for now. She longed to soothe any lingering ache that resided there, but that would have to wait until another day.
The hair on his chest was sparse, but there was a light covering in the center between his nipples. It arrowed downward in a thin line, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. Threading her fingers through it, she followed its descent. The muscles of his stomach were rock-hard beneath her questing fingers.
Garrik, obviously tired of waiting, ran his hand across her stomach before moving upward. This time, he didn’t stop. Genny cried out, arching her back as he palmed her breast, pushing it more firmly into his hand. His fingers kneaded the pliant flesh, and when he stroked his thumb over the swollen tip, she moaned. She felt that small caress everywhere in her body. Her scalp tingled and her core burned. He did it again and liquid heat flowed from her sex.
Jarmon leaned down and captured her mouth with his. This was not the gentle kiss he’d given her earlier. No, this was the kiss she’d expected the first time. This was a claiming. But rather than fearing it, she embraced it, as it fed the growing hunger within her. His mouth was hard and heavy, consuming her, sucking the very air from her lungs. Her fingers curled into his chest. She needed something to hang on to, something to anchor her in this growing storm of desire.
Jarmon pulled away with a growl of pleasure and kissed a hot path along her jaw and neck. She gasped when she felt the nip of his teeth at the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder. Her vagina clenched hard. He didn’t stop but kept moving lower until his head was poised over her breast.
Garrik plumped her other breast in his hand, his breath warm against her nipple. It puckered even tighter, making her moan. “Please.” She wanted them to touch her, to put their mouths on her flesh. Anything, something to help ease the growing ache consuming her.
They moved as one, both of their heads lowering to her breasts. Their hot mouths covered the aching tips and they began to suckle. Genny cried out as lightning bolts of pleasure whipped through her body. They stroked their tongues over her swollen nipples. Instead of appeasing the ache, it seemed to swell, growing in strength. Her hips thrust upward, meeting only air. The blanket was long gone and she had no idea if one of them had pulled it back or if she’d kicked it away with her restless movements.
“Spread your legs.” Jarmon’s voice was so low and guttural, she barely recognized it. “Your pussy is hot and wet. Give it to us.”
“You know you want our fingers deep inside you, fucking you, making you come.” Garrik swirled his tongue over her nipple and then blew on it.
Both men were pressed tight against her sides and the hard ridges of their erections stabbed against her. Her inner muscles clenched. In spite of the coolness of the night, sweat clung to every inch of her skin. Her breath was coming in harsh gasps as she spread her legs, unable and unwilling to deny them anything.
Garrik groaned as he rubbed his erection against her. His hand swiftly skimmed down her stomach. There was no gentle exploration this time. Jarmon slipped his hand down her torso as well and she sucked in an expectant breath.
“Hook your legs over ours. Give yourself to us.” Without thought, she did as Jarmon asked. The night air flowed over her sex, but did little to quench the fire burning within her.
Fingers sifted through the curls covering her mound and quickly moved lower. She whimpered as they traced the wet folds of her sex, circling it once, before dipping just inside her slit.
“More.” She bucked her hips upward. They couldn’t stop now. She needed those fingers inside her.
Both of them slipped the tips of their fingers just barely inside her. Two thick fingers pushed past the natural resistance at the entrance of her body. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, at once trying to stop them from going any deep and at the same time trying to pull them further into her. The sensation was almost too much.
They forged deeper. Genny dug her heels into the ground and arched her hips higher, wanting them deep. “You’re so tight,” Garrik gritted out from between clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry,” she cried out as they continued to push into her resisting body.
Garrik emitted a strangled laugh just as Jarmon’s hand stilled inside her. “Oh, damn,” Garrik muttered.
“You are a virgin?” Jarmon lifted his head to stare down at her.
She ducked her head and nodded. Anger overlaid the disbelief in Jarmon’s voice. She didn’t see what difference it made. They had their fingers deep inside her, she was burning with need and they wanted to talk!
“Genny?” Garrik’s voice was softer than Jarmon’s, coaxing her to reply.
“I’m a virgin. What does it matter?” The last words came out in a gasp. It was hard to think. Their thick fingers were still insid
e her, stretching her vagina. It felt so good, but she needed something more.
“It matters,” Jarmon muttered. “You should have told us,” he scolded. “We could have hurt you.”
“Well, you didn’t hurt me, but I’m in pain now.” Garrik chuckled and Jarmon groaned. She didn’t care what they thought as long as they didn’t stop.
“You are sure?” Garrik nuzzled his nose against her neck.
In answer, she grabbed a hank of hair and tugged him down to her breast.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Both Garrik and Jarmon returned their attention to her breasts, covering them and suckling hard. They slowly pulled their fingers back to her opening, until only the tips remained inside. She pumped her hips hard and they thrust back inside. They still didn’t push as deep as she wanted and she knew they were conscious of the barrier of her virginity.
One of them stroked the top of her sex with his thumb, brushing against her swollen clitoris. Every part of her body clenched at once. She hovered for the briefest of seconds, poised on the edge of completion. One more light brush on her clit and she exploded. Her hips jerked and her body spasmed as liquid gushed from between her legs. She lost all track of time as her orgasm consumed her.
When she became aware of her surroundings again, both men were staring down at her. She offered them a sleepy, sated smile and then gasped as they slowly withdrew their fingers from her still-pulsing core. They raised their fingers to their mouths and sucked her essence from them. She swallowed hard as her sex clenched. She became aware that the hard ridges of their arousal were still poking into her hips. Neither of them had come.
She lowered her hands to stroke them, knowing she owed it to them after the pleasure they’d given her. Both her wrists were caught. Strong fingers wrapped around them, tugging them upward. “I don’t understand.” Their actions totally confused her.
Garrik offered her a slightly pained smile. “Tonight is all about you, Genny. Your pleasure is a gift.” Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Although if you still want to do something about it any time over the next few days, I certainly would not object.” His easy humor sank into her bones, relaxing her.
She could taste her own essence from where he’d licked it off his finger. It was incredibly arousing and gave her several ideas. There was so much she wanted to try, so much she wanted to do. She yawned so hugely, her jaw made a slight cracking sound. The stress of running, of always looking over her shoulder, coupled with the mind-blowing orgasm she’d just had, had turned her limbs to mush. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so totally relaxed.
Garrik gathered her into his arms and she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. Jarmon settled himself behind her and she snuggled her behind against his erection. He wrapped his arm around her waist and angled it upward, cupping her breast in his palm. Sighing, she snuggled tighter to Garrik and reached behind her to pull Jarmon closer. She felt the deep rumble in Jarmon’s chest and it reminded her of the purr of some great cat.
Content, she allowed the warmth of their bodies and the safety of their presence to lull her into sleep.
Chapter Six
Jarmon glanced at the path that Genny had taken a short while ago. It seemed to disappear within a few feet of the camp, swallowed up by the forest around it. He knew that it led to an area in the river that was deep enough for her to bathe in. He’d mentioned it to her as they’d munched on some berries that he’d collected to add to the leftover fish from last night’s dinner. She’d taken the path soon after they’d finished eating, saying that she wanted to clean up.
They’d let her go, knowing that she was within shouting distance if she needed them. They had no doubt that she would be safe as they were deep within Bakra territory. With all the distance they’d covered yesterday afternoon, they were now only about a day’s walk to Bakra Castle. Otherwise, they’d never have let her go off on her own, no matter what she wanted. Both brothers had sensed her need to be by herself to examine what had happened the night before, so they hadn’t protested when she’d announced her intentions.
He’d tensed when she’d taken her small pack with her, but relaxed slightly when he’d realized that she’d left her blankets behind. He didn’t think she’d run from them, but he didn’t want to take anything for granted.
Jarmon’s head was still spinning over the fact that she was a virgin. Garrik had been blunt enough to ask her age while they’d eaten breakfast. She’d just laughed and told them that she was twenty. While he supposed it wasn’t unheard of, it was unusual for a woman of her age to not have had at least some kind of sexual relationship.
“She’ll be all right.” Garrik’s voice broke his reverie.
He hadn’t realized he was still staring at the empty path in front of him. Sighing, he turned to his brother. “I still can’t believe that she is untouched. At least she was until last night.”
Garrik hunkered down by his blankets and began to roll them. “It is strange, especially for a woman with as much passion inside her as Genny.”
Jarmon nodded absently. His brother was right. Genny was indeed a woman of great passion. She’d come so easily, embracing her need and taking what she wanted. His pants had become too tight in the last few seconds. Swearing under his breath, he adjusted his cock to lessen the pressure.
“Do you believe that the tapestry brought her?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Jarmon raked his hands through his long hair in frustration. “She is hiding something. I know it in my gut and I see it in her eyes.” His eyes narrowed. “What it is, I don’t know.”
“Should we take her back to the castle?” Garrik tied the blankets to the bottom of his pack and leaned it against a tree. Standing, he brushed some dirt from his pants.
Jarmon had been debating that very question in his own mind since he’d awakened with an aching hard-on. “It would take us a day to reach the castle. If we left now and walked all day we would be there by nightfall. If she’s lying to us, we might be bringing trouble right inside our own home. If the tapestry did truly bring her, then this is already day two. I, for one, do not want to waste the time we have together walking.”
“I agree, but shouldn’t we ask Genny? Perhaps she’d rather be someplace where she could relax in a hot bath and eat a decent meal.” Garrik paused and a huge smile split his face. “Sleep in a large, soft bed.”
In spite of his growing tension, Jarmon smiled. His brother did have a valid point. After all, Genny was a woman on her own, how much trouble could she actually bring to their home if they took her there? Maybe he was being overly cautious. “I will ask her.” His gaze wandered back toward the path. He strained his ears, but all he could hear was the faint rush of the river.
“Go.”
He jerked his head back toward his brother, not quite sure he’d heard him properly. The look of understanding on Garrik’s face rattled him and he shook his head. “It is better if you go first.” He raised his left hand to his face and absently rubbed his scar. “I don’t want to frighten her.”
Garrik snorted. “Genny didn’t seem to be afraid of you last evening.”
“That was because it was dark,” he growled. “It is light this morning and there is no hiding my disfigurement. You are whole and handsome. You should be the one to take her first.” It burned his gut to think of any other man, even his beloved brother, taking Genny’s virginity. To be the man she honored by giving it to him was indeed a treasure worth fighting for. The only thing keeping him from fighting for the privilege was his concern for her.
Garrik scrubbed his hand over his jaw. “I suppose if it doesn’t matter to you . . .”
“Don’t push me,” Jarmon muttered as he glared at his brother.
“So it does matter,” Garrik taunted. His grin slowly faded, to be replaced by an expression of understanding. “If she cannot accept both of us, then she is not the right woman.”
Jarmon halted in front of his brother. His emotion
s were in complete turmoil. Usually he had no trouble keeping them in check, but somehow Genny had gotten under his thick skin and was making a mockery of his control. The scar on his face throbbed as he clenched his jaw. He stared into his brother’s face and what he saw there humbled him. “You will give her up if she cannot accept me.”
“Of course.”
Jarmon hung his head. Those two words said it all. Of course. The bond between them, the sheer love he felt for his brother, was overwhelming. How could he have kept his brother at arm’s length for almost a year? It shamed him how selfish he’d been.
He felt Garrik’s hand on his shoulder and reluctantly raised his head to meet his brother’s fierce gaze. “We are brothers. Nothing will ever change that or come between us. Besides”—he slapped Jarmon on the back—“perhaps she will choose you and then I will be the one scratching at your door.”
He snorted in disbelief, but grinned as Garrik had intended. “That is not likely.”
Garrik’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “So I have your promise that if you are chosen to be husband that I will get more of my share of nights in Genny’s bed than just the one a week required.”
Jarmon didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
Garrik’s smile faded. “I will not hold you to that.”
“I will.” Jarmon spun on his heel and stalked toward the path. He didn’t think that it was even an issue worth discussing, but he’d wanted his brother to know just how much he valued him.
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