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chemise that she’d washed earlier today at the river so there was only one layer of cloth covering her. Pushing the fabric out of his way as he went, he continued upward. His hands were hard and calloused but extremely gentle as he skimmed his fingers over her thigh. She shivered as he traced her hipbone. Whimpered when his finger dipped into her navel. His low laugh thrilled her to her toes. When his hand was resting just below her breasts, he stopped.
“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. Gradually, he pressed her palm over his ragged scar.
“A gift of great value from you to us.”
Not knowing what else to say, she nodded.
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“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 in 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 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 her knees.
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 down 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, she felt the desire that had momentarily been smothered by her fears leap to life within her once again.
Both men stretched out on either side of her. She could feel the heat emanating from their bodies and 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. She could see the deep scar on his left shoulder but avoided it for now. She longed to touch it, to soothe any lingering ache that resided there, but that would have to wait until another day.
The hair on
“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. Gradually, he pressed her palm over his ragged scar.
“A gift of great value from you to us.”
Not knowing what else to say, she nodded.
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“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 in 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 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 her knees.
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 down 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, she felt the desire that had momentarily been smothered by her fears leap to life within her once again.
Both men stretched out on either side of her. She could feel the heat emanating from their bodies and 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. She could see the deep scar on his left shoulder but avoided it for now. She longed to touch it, to soothe any lingering ache that resided there, but that would have to wait until another day.
The hair on
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