Woven Dreams

by N. J. Walters

  What had really amazed Genny, though, had been the small bathing room off the bedroom. Only her two eldest brothers had a private bath. She’d always had to drag a tub to her own room and then haul buckets of water up the winding stairs herself. It had made taking a bath hard work, but she’d done it. She might not have had much, but at least she’d been clean.

  Jane had been a font of information as she’d bustled around taking care of getting the bathtub filled with steaming hot water, fetching one of her own robes for Genny to wear, and seeing to the food. From what little she had observed, all the servants in the castle adored Jane, smiling and laughing with her. And Jane knew them all by name, inquiring about health problems or family.

  It was a revelation to Genny, as the servants at Craddock Keep were a frightened, beaten-down lot. Much like herself, she ruefully admitted. No! She at least had gotten away. She paced over to the side of the bed and ran her fingers through the thick fur of one of the throws at the end of the bed. It tickled her fingers, making her smile.

  The door opened at that moment, freezing the smile on her face. Grabbing one of the wooden posts for support, she held on as Garrik strode in followed by Jarmon. Both men wore only their pants, having left off their vests, boots and armbands. Their bronze skin seemed to glow in the fading light. Muscles rippled as they entered, but they both stopped suddenly.

  Their eyes flickered around the room. Garrik was frowning, but Jarmon’s expression was one of concern. She realized that standing on the far side of the bed, one of the bed-curtains partially blocked her from view. The long evening shadows extended to this part of the room so that they couldn’t see her.

  She pushed away from the bed, letting the smooth dark wood slide from beneath her fingers as she released the post. Their heads jerked toward her. She tried to offer a smile, but she feared it fell short when their expressions didn’t change.

  Jarmon closed and bolted the door shut before moving further into the room. “You have bathed and eaten? Jane has seen to all your needs?”

  “Yes.” It came out as a croak, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes. Jane is quite wonderful actually.”

  Garrik’s shoulders relaxed and a slow smile spread across his face. “Jane is quite a treasure.”

  Once again, she was reminded of just what a handsome man he was. His long blond hair was still damp and the dark shadow of stubble on his chin was gone, suggesting that while she’d been busy bathing, they’d taken the opportunity to do the same.

  Jarmon sauntered across the floor to where she stood. His fingers played along the edge of the soft robe that she wore, moving lower to where it formed a V between her breasts. The edge of his hand barely grazed her skin, but that slight brush made her blood thicken as her body immediately responded to his touch.

  “This robe is Jane’s, I think.”

  She could barely answer when he stroked his finger up the other side of the lapel and cupped the side of her neck. “It is,” she began breathlessly. “She was kind enough to let me borrow it.”

  “You shall have your own by tomorrow night,” he promised before he leaned closer. His mouth grazed hers, moving slowly back and forth. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to taste his. He tasted of warm, yeasty ale and hot male. Genny could have stood there and kissed him all night.

  Hands slid from behind her, encircling her waist. Garrik’s heat seeped through the thin fabric of the robe, heating her already warm skin. He pushed her hair aside and placed a soft kiss on her nape.

  Her nervousness had vanished the instant they’d touched her. This felt right and natural. She loved them both and wanted to take them both into her body, to feel them pleasuring her hard and deep, to hear them as they shouted their release. She trusted them completely. But most of all, she loved them.

  “I love you both.” The whispered words escaped as Jarmon released her lips.

  Garrik’s hands froze on the ties of her robe. “Genny.” He didn’t say anything but her name, but it was enough. She could hear the unspoken emotion in his voice.

  Jarmon didn’t utter a word, but the expression of sheer adoration on his face almost made her weep. Fate had sent her into the path of these two wonderful men and she would never take them or the caring and acceptance they gave so freely for granted.

  Garrik went back to work and the robe loosened and opened. She was naked beneath. Jarmon caught his breath and cupped her breasts. “You are so beautiful. I adore the way your breasts fit perfectly in my hands, the way your nipples pucker when I do this.” He rubbed his thumb over the tips, making them even harder.

  The robe slid down her arms and the fabric pooled around her feet. Garrik slipped his arms around her again, his large hands skimming her sides before coming to rest on her belly. “I love your curves. All the hills and valleys that hide such hidden delights.”

  One of his hands moved lower, caressing her belly as it continued its downward descent. His fingers skimmed through her pubic hair, the tip of his index finger brushing the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. She moaned and parted her legs of her own accord. “That’s it,” he praised. “Let me in. I want to feel your cream coat my fingers as I slip them inside you.” He suited his actions to his words and Genny gave him what he’d asked for. Moisture seeped from her core when he inserted one long finger inside her.

  Jarmon nuzzled the sensitive curve of her ear, raising goose bumps on her skin. Working his way downward, he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses against her neck. Her hands tangled in his long hair, clutching his head, tugging him closer. She sensed his pleasure just before he nipped her flesh where her shoulder and neck met. More liquid flowed from her core when he licked away the small sting.

  As Garrik continued to stoke his finger slowly in and out, coaxing more and more cream from her sex, Jarmon continued his own brand of sensual torture. He stroked his tongue along the curve of her clavicle and then lower. Her breasts swelled in anticipation. His breath heated her skin as his tongue traced around first one nipple and then over to the other.

  Using her grip on his head, she tugged him closer. He laughed and the low, pleased sound warmed her heart even as it pushed her desire higher. Her body was tightening in a way that had become very familiar the past few days. Giving in to her unspoken demand, he rasped her nipple with his tongue. Genny’s entire body jerked and she cried out.

  Jarmon opened his mouth over her aching nipple, covered it and sucked. Garrik held her slick sex open with one hand, teasing her clitoris with soft and then harder strokes as he continued to plunge his finger in and out.

  Her thighs trembled. She gasped for breath, her lungs working furiously. Her skin felt stretched taut. All sensation was centered at her breasts and her sex.

  “Come for us.” Garrik pressed hard on her clit, shoving his fingers deep. Jarmon chose that moment to capture the tip of her nipple between his teeth and gently tug.

  Genny came apart in their arms. Her hips jerked and she cried out, her words incoherent. She came in a long liquid gush that flowed from her core, spilling over Garrik’s hand.

  Jarmon abandoned her breasts and surged upward, capturing her mouth with his. Thrusting his tongue deep, he stole her breath away. The room seemed to spin when he released her lips. He caught her when she started to crumple, sweeping her up into his arms and depositing her in the middle of the bed.

  She lay naked and sprawled against the pillows, but she didn’t care that her legs were spread wide. She wanted them to feel welcome. Opening her arms, she beckoned them. “Come.” She wanted to say something more eloquent, but speech was beyond her as her lungs struggled for breath. Her heart pounded, not only because of the intense orgasm she’d just experienced, but also because of what she knew would come.

  It was time for both of them to claim her.

  Both men appeared huge as they loomed over her. Garrik was on the right side of the bed and Jarmon on the other. Garrik leaned over to the small table that flanked the bed and took
the time to light a candle. Its dim glow flickered, driving back some of the shadows as night swallowed the remains of the day.

  Garrik unlaced his pants, shoved them down and kicked them away. His cock, long and thick, sprang forward. Kneeling up onto the bed beside her, he picked up her hand and wrapped it around his shaft. Her fingers tightened, drawing a groan.

  The mattress on her left side depressed and she turned to find Jarmon kneeling next to her, his erection also proudly displayed. She reached out and grasped him as well, stroking her hand over him.

  She was suddenly overcome with the need to touch them, to pleasure them as they did her. Releasing them, she scooted up until she was kneeling between them. She turned toward Garrik and placed her hand on his chest. It was warm and hard beneath her fingers. She ran her fingers through the dark blond hair that was sprinkled between his nipples. Taking her time, she circled one, then the other before leaning down to lap at it with her tongue. Garrik groaned as she nipped it carefully. Reaching down between his spread thighs, she cupped the heavy sac, massaging his balls. When he groaned again, she sat back. Satisfaction surged through her.

  Turning, she faced Jarmon. The candlelight illuminated his face. His features were tight, his lips parted as he breathed deeply and heavily, and his scar stood out in relief. Smiling wickedly, she ran her fingers through his chest hair, allowing her nails to scrap gently over his skin and his nipples. Pleased, she continued on much as she had with Garrik, teasing the flat brown discs with her tongue and teeth while she caressed his balls with her hand. A low growl of pleasure came from deep inside his chest and she smiled.

  There was such pleasure for her in pleasing them. She felt powerful and sensual and wanton as she touched these two powerful warriors and made them groan.

  “Enough.” Jarmon moved just beyond her reach, his pale eyes burning with lust as well as humor. “You are learning quickly, Genny. I think you enjoy teasing us.”

  She giggled and nodded, unable to hold in her satisfaction any longer.

  Garrik’s hands wrapped around her and tumbled her back against his chest. “You’d best remember that teasing works both ways.” Capturing one breast in his hand, he held it and lowered his head. His tongue twirled around her nipple, not quite touching it. This time it was she who groaned and he who laughed.

  Jarmon stretched out on the mattress, his head and upper back supported by the small mound of pillows, and held out his arms. “Come to me. Take me inside your body.”

  Garrik helped her straddle Jarmon. Her knees barely touched the mattress, throwing her off balance. Jarmon caught her waist and lifted her until her slit was positioned right over his cock as it strained upward, reaching for her. He inserted the tip and held her suspended. She squirmed, trying to take him deeper. Needing him.

  “Do you want me?” Jarmon demanded.

  “Yes,” she cried.

  “Then have me.” He thrust hard, pulling her down to meet his hips. She threw back her head and hissed out a breath as he filled her, stretching the sensitized muscles of her slick channel. Her body quivered around his hard length as she struggled to accept him.

  She placed her hands on his chest, digging her fingers into the hard, rippling muscles. Garrik steadied her from behind, his hands low on her hips as Jarmon shifted his grasp on her. He cupped her breasts, his fingers shaping them before teasing her already swollen nipples.

  “Bend down.” He plucked at her puckered nipples. “Give me your breast.” As she leaned forward, his cock pushed even farther inside her. She’d thought he was as deep as he could go, but she’d been mistaken. Because he wasn’t flat on his back, he didn’t have far to reach to capture her breast in his mouth.

  Garrik’s hands disappeared from her body and the bedclothes shuffled as he moved across the bed. His long arm came into view as he snatched a container from the bedside table. She didn’t know what it was and didn’t care. What Jarmon was doing to her was absolutely delicious.

  She jumped when something cold and slick stroked over the tight opening of her ass. Jarmon lay back and steadied her with his large hands.

  “Relax, Genny. This will help,” Garrik crooned as he slipped the tip of his finger past the knot of muscles. She was surprised at how easily it slid inward. It still stung slightly, but that began to fade, replaced by a sensation of pleasure.

  “Oh,” she moaned as she pushed her ass back against his hand. “That feels . . .” She wasn’t quite sure how it felt. Cool and slick, yet it made her ass feel warmer, and that sensation was quickly spreading to her core.

  “It’s an herbal mixture that will ease your muscles and make it easier for Garrik to take you from behind,” Jarmon explained. “It will also add to your pleasure.” He reached his hand down and cupped her behind. When Garrik slid his finger from her, Jarmon rubbed his finger along the puckered opening. Withdrawing, he brought his hand back to the front. One of his fingers glistened slightly and she realized he had some of the jelly-like substance on it. He stroked his finger over her clit. Within seconds it began to heat up and she undulated her hips, trying to appease the growing ache.

  “That’s it, Genny. You’re ready to take Garrik now, aren’t you?”

  “Gods, yes!” she cried.

  Jarmon reached behind her again, this time spreading her ass cheeks wide as Garrik pushed the tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles. They tightened and then relaxed, drawing him a tiny bit deeper. His shaft felt huge as he pushed slowly forward. With Jarmon’s cock already filling her pussy, she felt stretched to the limit.

  It burned slightly, and when she cried out, Garrik froze. She forced herself to breathe deeply and relax. When she felt ready, she pushed her behind back toward him. “Do it, Garrik.” She clenched her teeth and dug her fingers into Jarmon as Garrik continued to stretch her ass with his cock.

  Jarmon eased her down further on his chest and she grabbed the blankets covering the bed, clutching them with her hands. He slipped his hand between their joined bodies and stroked her clit. Pleasure shot through her core, making it spasm. When she relaxed, Garrik eased deeper.

  Sweat rolled down her body. Jarmon was perspiring as well as he held himself steady. Garrik’s breath was hot on her back and she could hear him panting as he worked to control his thrust. They stayed like that for quite some time, all of them just concentrating on breathing. The burning in her ass eased and pleasure began to take its place.

  Releasing one of her hands from its death grip on the blankets, she cupped Jarmon’s cheek. Raw need was etched on his face. His mouth was open slightly as he gritted his teeth to keep from moving. “It’s okay now,” she promised. “It’s time.” She pulled herself slightly upward and then pushed back. Both of their erections slid partially out before being pushed deep again.

  That was all the permission either man needed. Jarmon held her waist and Garrik gripped her hips as they began to rock her gently. Easing her forward before pulling her back. They were all so on the edge it only took a few easy strokes before Genny started to come.

  She was filled to overflowing with them. Even though it was happening to her, she wasn’t quite sure how she was accommodating them both. They felt massive inside her, her body stretched to capacity. Heat flowed around her sex and her ass, helped by the herbal cream they’d used to ease their passage.

  One more thrust and she came. Her entire body jerked, beyond her control. Garrik’s fingers dug into her hips and then she felt the hot jet of his semen. Before he was finished, Jarmon yelled and flooded her sheath with his seed. The heat from their releases sent more spasms rocking through her. When it was over, she slumped down onto Jarmon’s chest, unable to hold herself up any longer.

  Her cheek was dampened by the perspiration coating his chest. She moved up and down with each breath he sucked into his lungs. Garrik had slumped heavily against her back. She could feel the pounding of his heart. Eventually, he pulled away from her, slipping his semi-erect cock from her behind. Her muscles protested slightly,
causing her to flinch, but it was over quickly.

  When Garrik moved from behind her, Jarmon rolled her over to her side and slid from her body. Genny allowed herself to fall over onto her back, her eyes closing. She raised her hand to swipe at the sweat beading down her temple, but dropped it again. It was too much trouble. She just didn’t have the strength.

  Her eyes snapped open when hands pushed beneath her, lifting her. Garrik smiled down at her as he carried her across the bedroom to the bathing chamber beyond. Jarmon followed closely behind them.

  The water was cool when he lowered her into it, but she sighed, welcoming it against her hot, damp skin. Both men crouched beside the tub and leisurely washed away the remnants of their lovemaking. It was a good thing they had energy, because all she could do was loll in the water and enjoy it. When they finished washing her, they grabbed washcloths and began to bathe themselves. She thought about offering to get out of the tub. Instead, she relaxed and enjoyed watching them run the cloths over their muscular bodies.

  When they were done, Jarmon lifted her from the tub, holding her while Garrik dried her with a towel. When he was satisfied, he tossed the towel away and Jarmon carried her back to bed.

  She snuggled into the pillows, yawning as they flanked her. Her eyes fluttered shut as Garrik rolled over long enough to blow out the candle before turning back to her. She was utterly sated and, although they hadn’t said the words, she felt entirely loved.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Shouting woke her from a sound sleep. She stretched and rolled over, her stiff muscles protesting. The sheets beside her were cool. Jarmon and Garrik had managed to slip out of bed without her waking. And no wonder. A secret smile played at her lips as memories of last night replayed in her mind. Both men had awakened her more than once last night. Hugging her pillow to her chest, she sighed contentedly.