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moment he spied her. Equal parts lust and rage filled him. Giving himself a mental shake, he began to jog after her.
“Sylvie! Baby! You’re going the wrong way!”
She threw a glance behind her and then skidded to such an abrupt halt that she went down on one knee in her attempt to change directions. She leapt up immediately and charged straight toward him, her clothes clutched under one arm.
The bounce and sway of her breasts mesmerized him. She was barely a yard from him when she took a flying leap toward him. He had a split second to brace himself before impact. He managed to stay on his feet when she slammed into him, coiling her arms and legs around him, but he staggered before he caught his balance. Throwing his arms around her more from instinct to catch her than design, he tightened his arms when she burst into tears, babbling incoherently.
“Mac! Soldiers! Soldiers! They tried … and I was so scared and then these things, these horrible things … They came out of nowhere and they … killed those horrible men, and I thought they were going to get me …. It was so horrible! Blood everywhere and ….”
Mac dropped to his knees, carrying her with him. “Shhh! It’s alright now, baby.
I’ve got you.”
“They’ll get us! They’ll get us! We have to run!”
It needed only that to make him really feel like shit! “It’s alright, baby.
Nothing’s going to get you.”
He found himself rocking her, trying to soothe her and at the same time get his mind off the fact that her bare breasts were flattened against his chest—when they weren’t bouncing against him from her hard sobs. He was only partially successful in directing his mind away from his lust, even though he fully expected her to notice he had a raging hard-on any minute and start berating him for having his mind in the gutter when she was traumatized.
When she’d calmed a little, he caught her face between his palms and forced her to look at him. “Did they hurt you?”
She stared at him uncomprehendingly.
“Did they rape you?”
Her chin wobbled. “They were going to! I tried to fight them off, tried to run, but they caught me and they tore my clothes off and held me down and then …. Mac! Those things are still out there! I swear I’m not making it up. There’s something in the jungle!”
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“There’s nothing out there that you need to worry about!” he said harshly.
Sylvie sniffed, glancing around fearfully.
Which was when Mac realized he’d smeared blood all over her.
Drained of the adrenaline that had carried him, he had to struggle to get up with her. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright? Drop the clothes.”
It was obvious from the look on her face that she hadn’t realized she was still clutching them. She let go of them, but she didn’t let go of him. If anything, she clung more tightly as he waded into the water. He had to peel her loose and he was fighting himself, not just her, when he did. Bathing her was worse, but she was like a frightened child, too shocked and clingy to grasp what was happening or what he expected out of her.
She was shivering when he led her out of the water again. Picking up her shirt, he knocked the sand from it and pushed it over her head, threading her arms into the sleeves.
That was bad enough. When he knelt down to help her step into the pants, he was within inches of her mound and it took all he could do to keep from burrowing his face in it.
“We can’t leave her,” Hawk said, breaking the silence.
Mac straightened, heaving a shaky breath. “We can’t take her.”
Her face crumpled. “Don’t leave me, Mac!”
He caught her shoulders, giving her a slight shake. “I can’t take you, Baby. I can’t.”
“Why?” she wailed. “Don’t leave me here! Please! The monsters will get me!”
Mac clenched his jaw, glanced at the other men, and faced her again. “We are the monsters, Sylvie!”
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Sylvie stared at him uncomprehendingly and
“Sylvie! Baby! You’re going the wrong way!”
She threw a glance behind her and then skidded to such an abrupt halt that she went down on one knee in her attempt to change directions. She leapt up immediately and charged straight toward him, her clothes clutched under one arm.
The bounce and sway of her breasts mesmerized him. She was barely a yard from him when she took a flying leap toward him. He had a split second to brace himself before impact. He managed to stay on his feet when she slammed into him, coiling her arms and legs around him, but he staggered before he caught his balance. Throwing his arms around her more from instinct to catch her than design, he tightened his arms when she burst into tears, babbling incoherently.
“Mac! Soldiers! Soldiers! They tried … and I was so scared and then these things, these horrible things … They came out of nowhere and they … killed those horrible men, and I thought they were going to get me …. It was so horrible! Blood everywhere and ….”
Mac dropped to his knees, carrying her with him. “Shhh! It’s alright now, baby.
I’ve got you.”
“They’ll get us! They’ll get us! We have to run!”
It needed only that to make him really feel like shit! “It’s alright, baby.
Nothing’s going to get you.”
He found himself rocking her, trying to soothe her and at the same time get his mind off the fact that her bare breasts were flattened against his chest—when they weren’t bouncing against him from her hard sobs. He was only partially successful in directing his mind away from his lust, even though he fully expected her to notice he had a raging hard-on any minute and start berating him for having his mind in the gutter when she was traumatized.
When she’d calmed a little, he caught her face between his palms and forced her to look at him. “Did they hurt you?”
She stared at him uncomprehendingly.
“Did they rape you?”
Her chin wobbled. “They were going to! I tried to fight them off, tried to run, but they caught me and they tore my clothes off and held me down and then …. Mac! Those things are still out there! I swear I’m not making it up. There’s something in the jungle!”
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“There’s nothing out there that you need to worry about!” he said harshly.
Sylvie sniffed, glancing around fearfully.
Which was when Mac realized he’d smeared blood all over her.
Drained of the adrenaline that had carried him, he had to struggle to get up with her. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright? Drop the clothes.”
It was obvious from the look on her face that she hadn’t realized she was still clutching them. She let go of them, but she didn’t let go of him. If anything, she clung more tightly as he waded into the water. He had to peel her loose and he was fighting himself, not just her, when he did. Bathing her was worse, but she was like a frightened child, too shocked and clingy to grasp what was happening or what he expected out of her.
She was shivering when he led her out of the water again. Picking up her shirt, he knocked the sand from it and pushed it over her head, threading her arms into the sleeves.
That was bad enough. When he knelt down to help her step into the pants, he was within inches of her mound and it took all he could do to keep from burrowing his face in it.
“We can’t leave her,” Hawk said, breaking the silence.
Mac straightened, heaving a shaky breath. “We can’t take her.”
Her face crumpled. “Don’t leave me, Mac!”
He caught her shoulders, giving her a slight shake. “I can’t take you, Baby. I can’t.”
“Why?” she wailed. “Don’t leave me here! Please! The monsters will get me!”
Mac clenched his jaw, glanced at the other men, and faced her again. “We are the monsters, Sylvie!”
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Chapter Five
Sylvie stared at him uncomprehendingly and
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