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the sheep pasture. There she had screamed wildly at the fluffy clouds and the ridiculously tranquil blue sky over and over. She had pulled at her hair and fallen to the grass, ripping clumps of earth and green out from the ground, kicking and crying. Martin had found her and listened to her laments and weeping until she had gotten herself under control, then taking her hand in his, he had walked her home. But the heaviness had remained in her heart and her soul.
    All that was over now, wasn’t it?
    Justine’s hand skimmed over the cool, smooth skin of Brandon’s firm chest. “It’s done, all that pain and grief is over. Thank God, you are alive and safe.” She inhaled his warm scent at the base of his throat. His other arm snaked around her middle and stroked her side flooding her body with heat. She shifted in his embrace, her insides shuddering. Brandon’s eyes glinted at hers in the moonlight, and her breath caught as his hand wrapped around her neck tilting her head to the side. His lips dragged against the delicate skin of her throat, and she jerked in his arms letting out a low whimper.
    His mouth blazed a path over her cheek and took her parted lips, her body shivering under his. He swallowed her soft cry, his tongue delving deep inside her mouth as his fingertips dug into her back through the flimsy fabric of her nightdress. She stiffened momentarily, but then she opened for him, welcoming his invasion. Her fingers swept up to the side of his face then lost themselves in his hair. A groan escaped his chest, and Justine’s body arched against his at the sound. He tugged her chemise down until his fingers curved over the soft skin of her breasts. She exhaled on a cry as he gently cupped one in his cool hand.
    “Oh, Justine,” he groaned as his lips burned a trail down her throat to her chest. A cool draft swept over her exposed flesh stinging her skin, and a foreign, searing ache ignited between her legs.
    “Brandon.” Her hand gripped his shoulder tighter, and her lungs squeezed for air as his mouth suckled on the fulness of a breast. His fingers toyed with the nipple of her other breast, and the sensation ripped through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a moan uncurled in her throat. He clutched her hand and brought it down between his legs. Her heart stuttered as he guided her fingers under his nightshirt to his smooth hardness, her small fingers wrapping around his shaft.
    “Bloody hell.” He groaned, his stiff cock pulsating in her hand. Her face was buried in his chest, her lips nuzzling his smooth flesh. He pressed his hips up and moved both their hands against his hard length. “Yes, like that…” Brandon moaned in her ear. “Oh…”
    His deep, trembling voice sent tingles searing through her. He crushed her even closer to his chest, and she inhaled the sweet, woodsy alcohol fumes from his warm breath. His body stiffened against hers. He let out a string of undecipherable words in her ear, his savage tone leaving her breathless. Underneath their hands, his throbbing cock sent bursts of fire straight to her belly. Brandon clasped her hand in an iron grip against his pulsating hardness and showed her how he wanted her to stroke him. He buried his face in her hair and groaned, his fingers digging into her skin.
    Justine’s lungs constricted as needy, primitive sensations racked his body. His cock spasmed in her hand, filling it with a warm, thick, sticky substance. Brandon’s body slackened against hers, and his breathing relaxed and deepened. Justine peeked up at his face. His eyelids were closed, his lips parted. He had found rest.
    She, on the other hand, needed a brandy.
    Justine reached for the wet cloth in the tray and wiped her hand and his abdomen. Her gaze swept over his peaceful features; only the scars gave witness to any turmoil that lay within him. Her finger outlined the edge of his jaw, and that glorious image of him at the shore of the creek this afternoon immediately invaded her