Brigit broke formation and strolled up to Angel. “Could we rest a minute?”
“Sí Senorita.”
“Thank you.” She found a nearby log to sit down upon. Brigit sagged then slipped her shoes off before asking the man carrying her suitcase to bring it to her. She spun the dial to align with seven, seven, seven. The lock slipped and her suitcase opened, spilling the contents onto the jungle floor.
Brigit dove for the ground, shoving items back into the bag before any bugs could crawl into them. Frazzled, she finally got everything into the suitcase. She found a dry pair of socks near the left side and pulled them out. Brigit closed her bag and spun the lock, then handed it back to the man given the task to carry it.
She sighed as she slipped the clean socks onto her feet and then rose, brushing her hands along the side of her legs. “Okay, we can go on now.”
The men shot glances at each other, shrugged, then continued on.
Several hours later the head guide, Angel called a halt to their sloth-like progress and ordered everyone to take a short rest. Brigit smashed a beetle, then brushed it aside with the end of her fly swatter. She’d run out of bug spray an hour ago. Obviously, she’d miscalculated the longevity of the two gallons she’d brought with her. Brigit found a fat leaf nearby and picked it so she could fan her net-covered face. At least she had one spot left on her body that the bugs hadn’t tried to eat.
One of the natives reached into a pouch and pulled out a canteen. Brigit thanked him and accepted it, moving the netting away from her face in order to drink. She’d taken one sip when the hair on the nape of her neck stood on end. Brigit dropped the canteen into her lap and spun around.
The jungle remained silent, even the leaves refused to rustle. Several of the men in her party gazed warily, motioning toward the shadows that seemed to morph and grow with each passing second. Their hands tightened on the rifles they carried.
Something was near, lurking just out of sight. She hadn’t had time to go over the flora and fauna of the area, but she knew there were predators down here. Predators big enough to eat her and a few of her guides for appetizers. Brigit swallowed the lump in her throat and rose slowly. “I think we’d better get out of here.” Her eyes met Angel’s gaze and he nodded in agreement.
Brigit picked up the canteen and handed it back to the man who’d given it to her. She took her place in line, watching the jungle as she walked. Her skin prickled and her nipples tightened as whatever it was slid its gaze down the front of her. Her body’s reaction seemed a little odd, considering it was an animal. She dismissed the strange almost sexual sensation and urged the men on.
They had a long way to go before they’d be able to make camp. With any luck, whatever was out there would get tired and go after easier prey. At least that’s what she hoped as they snaked their way along a nonexistent trail. Brigit kept a tight grip on her yellow fly swatter and continued to scan the treetops for movement. If anything attacked, she’d be ready.
* * * * *
Orion followed the small party through the jungle, his eyes drinking in every inch of Brigit’s form. She had encased the lower half of her body in tan pants that cupped her bottom and surrounded her lush hips. A spotted shirt caressed her breasts, but appeared thin enough for him to catch a glimpse of her erect nipples beneath the fabric. Orion gripped the vine in his hand tighter. Her head lay beneath a mesh covering of some sort and she wielded a flimsy weapon that she waved in front of her face with regularity.
He longed to have her remove the headpiece so he could see the rich red of her hair shining in the twinkling sunlight. The little party continued on with Brigit complaining every forty feet. Orion smiled to himself. His little demon didn’t like being out in the jungle. Perhaps, she hadn’t been properly introduced to the pleasures to be had under the guidance of the right tutor.
Orion checked the area to ensure the group’s safety and then journeyed ahead to prepare. He needed the right location to abduct his ma—woman. A river ran between this part of the jungle and the old Atlantean village. They would reach the area by nightfall, but would not be able to cross until the morning. It would be the perfect spot to detain Brigit.
His muscles tensed and his cock hardened as he imagined touching her once more. Orion could almost taste her lips and feel the stab of her nipples as they grew firm against his palms. The rings on his shaft vibrated, shooting a deep pleasure-pain along his spine. He’d gone without her body for only two days and yet it felt like a lifetime. The urge to join addled his thoughts, narrowing his focus to one thing, and one thing only—Brigit.
Orion would like to believe that he would’ve let her go if only she’d remained in New York, but he wasn’t inclined to delude himself. The need surging through his body and the discomfort of separation was too great. He may have managed to get the ship out of the atmosphere, but he would have turned back shortly thereafter. He picked a tree that protected him from prying eyes and waited. It was excruciating to try to keep his mind from seeking contact. Seeing Brigit only made things worse. The sun retreated an hour before the small party finally arrived.
* * * * *
Brigit slumped on the first felled tree she found, her purse and swatter slipping from her grasp. She sighed as she watched the men gather wood and build a fire. She’d never seen a place this dark before. The tents went up within minutes and she decided if she crawled she could just make it to her cot before she fell asleep.
“Senorita, would you like some food?” Angel asked, scooping something onto a leaf.
Brigit smiled. “No thanks! I think I’m going to call it a night.”
“You really should eat, Senorita.” Angel grabbed another leaf and scooped some more of the stew-like substance onto the makeshift plate and handed it to her.
“Thanks.” Brigit took it, staring at the glob of food while a bug crawled across the other end of the leaf. That was all she needed to see. She rushed the few remaining yards to her tent, so the men wouldn’t witness her gagging. When her stomach finally calmed, she poked her head out the tent flap and checked to make sure no one watched. When Brigit was sure that no one would see her, she dumped the leaf and its contents into the thick brush.
Some of the men had settled into their tents, while others lay around the fire swapping stories in their native tongue. Brigit wished she could understand enough to join in. She listened to the sounds of the jungle around her, feeling alone for the first time in the world. Her friends were gone. She’d left Orion. A twinge of pain squeezed her heart at the thought of her intergalactic dragon slayer.
Was he down here somewhere? If not, where was he? Did he miss her half as much as she missed him? She didn’t think it was possible given how much she missed him.
Orion wasn’t a man she’d ever be able to control and Brigit didn’t know if she could live with that. She was used to getting her way, from day-to-day business dealings in the design world to dating. She avoided men who threatened her comfort zone. And Orion not only threatened it, he blew up its very foundation.
She still didn’t understand how he knew so much about Rachel and Jac or why he’d bothered to come up with that far-out story to begin with. And what about the woman she’d heard talking to him? How did she fit into this confusing picture?
Brigit dropped her chin to her chest and closed her eyes as her body recalled the vibrating rings surrounding his cock. The way he felt when he first entered her. The drugging kisses Orion trailed over her nipples and the never-ending orgasms that left her a quivering pile of goo. She groaned and pressed her knees together to dampen her need. This line of thought was getting her nowhere. She zipped her tent shut. At least this time, she’d remembered to bring her vibrator.
One hour and no orgasms later, Brigit lay on her cot dripping in sweat. Her body throbbed in frustration, demanding she get off. Yet, no matter how she approached her clit with her trusty vibrator it refused to cooperate.
“This is all your fault,” she hissed between
clenched teeth. “If you didn’t have that damn vibrating cock that could make women sing, my body would be floating back from ‘Blissville’ by now.”
Brigit tossed the vibrator onto her suitcase and turned to hit her pillow a couple times with her fist. How in the hell was she going to get any sleep feeling like this?
* * * * *
Orion listened to the buzzing sound coming from Brigit’s tent and her groans of frustration. The subtle musk from her skin permeated the area whetting his appetite and torturing his senses. He wasn’t sure what the first noise was from, but he knew what caused the second. Any man with ears recognized a woman in the throes of heat.
His gaze zeroed in on the men around the fire. Several glanced in the direction of Brigit’s tent, but none made a move to go to her. Smart of them. Orion didn’t want to kill any of her guides, but he would if they touched her. Her soft moans died down, eventually disappearing. The men settled back into an uneasy rest.
Orion closed his eyes, going deep inside himself until he found the link that existed between him and Brigit. He hesitated as fear gripped him. What if he was right and the link didn’t work? His chest clenched at the thought. He was no coward and couldn’t live without knowing the truth, even if it were painful. Orion followed the blue mental rope back to its source and that’s when he found her in a dream-state. Brigit stood naked in the middle of a quiet pool of water, running her fingertips over its mirrored surface, sending out ripples to the far edges of the pond. She hummed something low under her breath. Whatever the tune, it brought a smile to her face.
For several minutes, he did not intrude. Orion watched Brigit move through her dream, reveling under the moonlit sky, her pearlescent skin glowing against the fire of her hair. Her pert breasts turned up at the ends showing off her berry-colored nipples. The vee, where her sex lay covered in a thin layer of red curls, widened and narrowed with every step she took. Multicolored flowers of all shapes and sizes surrounded the clearing, perfuming the air with placid perfection.
How could one woman be so infuriatingly beautiful?
Orion stepped out of the shadows, his cock hard and curled against his abdomen. Brigit moved deeper into the water. She seemed unaware of his presence. Or so he’d thought until she glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
“I wondered if you’d come,” she said, smiling. “I’ve missed you. The pain in my heart’s been unbearable.”
The sentiment pleased him, even though he knew she’d never admit as much if she were awake. “I couldn’t stay away,” he said truthfully.
“Come.” She held out her hand and waited for him to approach.
Orion forced his feet to slow. He would not allow her to see his need beyond the obvious. The rings around his cock glowed in the night as he walked the distance separating them. He reached for her. She weaved her fingers through his and pulled him into the water. The pond was unusually warm and obviously made for cleansing. Perhaps, in her dream, Brigit wished she could bathe.
He allowed her to lead him deeper into the water, enjoying the feel of the wetness lapping at his skin. They reached the middle and she stopped to face him. Orion tipped her chin and kissed her like he’d longed to do these past few days. She groaned and sunk into the kiss, releasing his hand so she could skewer his hair with her fingers. His scalp tingled in response.
Orion slipped his hands around her thighs and lifted Brigit until she could wrap her legs around his waist. He held her above his erection, feeling her feminine juices drip from her sex onto his cock. The rings vibrated so hard, they nearly buckled his knees.
“I need you,” he whispered against her lips, his hunger consuming him.
“Then take me,” she urged with a roll of her hips.
His lips claimed hers as he slowly lowered her onto his shaft, impaling her until the eye of his cock nudged her womb. The heat from the water formed a thin mist over their skin. Orion lifted Brigit by her bottom, then allowed her to drop back down. She gasped, her lips parting enough for him to delve inside.
His tongue followed the rhythm their bodies set. He dipped in and out, rolling his hips, so he could take her deep with every thrust. Their lovemaking wasn’t as hurried as it had been the first joining. This time they savored their connection, enjoying the musk floating in the air and the gentle glide of skin on skin.
His rings vibrated and she cried out, her back bowing until her hair touched the water. She locked her ankles around him, sucking him deep into her body. The rings vibrated again, sending them both into an unexpected orgasm. Orion’s muscles shook as he supported them both until their breathing slowed and Brigit was able to dismount from his cock and stand on her own. Reluctantly, he released her. She walked through the water, a contented smile on her face.
She turned as she stepped out of the pool. “Will I see you again?”
Orion stood in the center of the pond, shockwaves reverberating throughout his body. “‘Tis certain.”
“Don’t take too long,” she said, then disappeared into the woods.
Orion’s eyes sprang open and he grabbed a nearby branch to keep from tumbling out of the tree. His body continued to tremble from his recent release as his surroundings slowly came into focus. He sat perched above Brigit’s tent. The animals of the day already started to rise. The sun would be up within the hour. The dream had lasted all night. Today, the party would start across the river. That’s when he’d make his move.
* * * * *
Brigit awoke after having the most delicious wet dream about Orion. The kind that made the whole world look brighter and the birds sound cheerier. At least that’s what she thought as she dressed and stepped out of her tent. Her body felt like she’d been pleasured thoroughly. Even now, her clit seemed overly sensitized. She figured it must be the jungle air. The men sat around the fire, eating their breakfast. She stretched her arms above her head and gave them a big smile.
They looked at each other with strange expression upon their faces, but said nothing.
“Come, Senorita. Have some breakfast.” Angel encouraged. “Once we get across the river it won’t take long to reach the village.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Brigit took the food he offered and devoured it. She felt like she could eat a water buffalo this morning. Her muscles twinged again in reminder. That was one hell of a dream. Course, Orion was one hell of a man.
They broke camp an hour later, tethering the bags and supplies with thick ropes to the river from sweeping them away. As they approached the water, nervous chatter rose from the men.
Brigit approached Angel. “What are they worried about?”
Angel swept the hat off his head and wiped a rag over his drenched face. “The river is swift and dangerous due to flooding upstream. There are anaconda and black caiman in these waters. The men are worried. Every year we lose a few from our village to these superior hunters.”
Brigit gaped at the water, then swung her attention back to Angel. “There are giant snakes and what in the water?”
“Black caiman.”
She frowned.
“They are like your…how do you say? Alligators, I believe is the word.”
“What!” She glanced up and down the shore. “There are alligators in the water?” It wasn’t a question.
“Si, senora,” he said.
Brigit gaped at him. “Then where are the boats? Or better yet, a ferry that can take us across?”
Angel frowned in confusion.
“El boat-o, El Ferry-o,” she said again, rowing in the air for emphasis, hoping that explained everything.
He shook his head.
Brigit shrieked in frustration…and more than a little fear. “We can’t get in the water with those things. We’ll be eaten.” She made chomping noises and rubbed her belly. “Yum. Yum.”
The men’s voices rose.
“Senorita, please calm yourself. You’re upsetting the men.” Angel placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Brigit brushed it off. If
ever there was a time to panic, this was it. “I’m upsetting the men? There are animals in that water that have big teeth,” she held her arms wide, “and long slithery bodies that can crush the life out of you.” She squeezed herself for emphasis.
“Sí.” Angel nodded and shoved his hat onto his head. “Senorita, if you want to find your friends, we have to cross the river. There is no other way.”
Brigit stared at the churning water. “Jac and Rachel, screw you both. I can’t believe you guys would do this to me,” she muttered to herself, then stepped toward the water, brushing unexpected tears from her eyes. She’d never been so scared in her life. She longed for Orion, but he wasn’t here to protect her.
“Load up,” Angel commanded. “Senorita, you stay in the middle. It’ll be safer that way.” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her back.
Brigit nodded, cursing Rachel and Jac all the way to the middle of the line. If she lived through this, she was going to kick both their asses.
Angel took the lead, stepping into the swirling river up to his shin. He gave Brigit a nervous smile and proceeded deeper into the water. The rest of the men followed behind him. Brigit removed her mosquito netting from her head and hoped the water didn’t get too deep or she’d have to swim for it.
* * * * *
Orion watched the group enter the river, then dove in with a splash.
“What was that?” Brigit called out, her head whipping around.
The lead guide shrugged and tightened his grip on his rifle.
Orion swam a few feet, fighting the current long enough to send out an energy pulse to scare away the larger predators he knew lurked in the murky depths. He then took a deep breath and dove below the surface, swimming hard toward the group. He only had one shot at grabbing Brigit in this current. Orion wanted to avoid having to fight all the men, so he couldn’t afford to miss.
The churning water clouded his vision to the point that Orion had to revert to searching by touch. He reached out a couple of times only to close his hands around a tree limb. One thing he clasped slithered away and almost cost him the air in his lungs. He finally found the small party. He gathered silt in his fist and then touched each person one by one until he’d counted seven in. He knew the next leg he grabbed would be Brigit’s.
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