Bakra Bride (3 page)

Opening her eyes, she blinked, trying to see through the darkness. There was a streetlight just outside her apartment that usually cast a dim light through her lone apartment window. But the room was pitch black. Must be a power outage. There was no way she could have tea now. But perhaps she should get her flashlight. Ever since the murder, she’d disliked being completely in the dark, afraid of what lurked in the shadows.

Before she could decide what she should do, she heard a noise. It was a faint rustling sound that seemed to come from right next to her. Oh God, there was someone in the room with her! Ever so slowly, she slid across the sheet. And hit a solid wall.

Then the wall moved.

Jane gasped as a massive arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to an even bigger body. She froze. How had someone gotten into bed with her? Even worse, she was naked. What had happened to her nightgown?

She had to get away. Immediately, she grabbed his arm, trying to shove it away from her even as she struggled to free herself from him. It was like pushing against steel. There was no give in his arm at all. She didn’t bother wasting her energy trying to scream. No one would hear her way down here in the basement.

“Shhh,” a seductive male voice whispered in her ear.

“Who? Who are you?” she managed to stutter out as she gasped for breath.

A shuffling sound on her other side caught her off guard and she cried out as a large shadow rose from the other side of the bed. “What’s wrong?” a sleepy male voice asked.

Light filtered in from the end of the bed at the same time Jane heard a curtain being pushed aside. She blinked as the dim light hit her eyes. After the compete blackness, it seemed bright. When she could make out her surroundings, she blinked again, unable to believe what she saw.

Walls made of gray stone and a stone fireplace were illuminated by the small blaze crackling in the hearth. She could see a wooden table and several chairs off to one side. The bed she was in seemed huge and was surrounded by bed curtains. She couldn’t see the man behind her but glimpsed the one in front of her when he bent closer to her. For a split second, his face was illuminated in the light. She’d seen his face before, but where?

Her heart was pounding against her chest and her breath was coming in short gasps. She had to get a hold of herself. Think, Jane. Think. Then it came to her. The tapestry. He was one of the warriors from the tapestry.

Relief swamped her. She was safe. This was just a dream.

Reaching out, she touched the side of his face, jumping slightly when he nuzzled her hand. His jaw was covered with stubble that tickled her palm. She started when his tongue stroked her fingers, jerking her hand back tight to her chest.

The man behind her had to be another one of the warriors. Turning so that she was lying flat on her back, she gazed up at him through the dim light. She couldn’t clearly make out his features, but his long hair flowed behind his shoulders and she caught a flash of his white teeth as he smiled.

His arm was still wrapped around her, holding her tight as he lowered his head and brushed his lips across her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and her chin. The light feathery touches calmed her. This was just a dream after all. A wonderful, delightful dream. It had been a long time since she’d had sex so no wonder she was having an erotic dream. And if she was going to have one, then she couldn’t have ordered a better fantasy than the three warriors from the tapestry.

Sighing, she reached her hand up, threaded it through his hair, and tugged him toward her. She wanted to taste him, to experience his lips on hers. She could feel him smile as he skimmed her mouth with his. His tongue traced the fullness of her bottom lip before stroking over her top one. Her mouth parted eagerly and his tongue slipped inside.

Moaning, she moved her hand over the side of his face, allowing it to slide down over his neck and chest. He was so strong. Like velvet over pure rock. His skin was hot to the touch and she could feel a light dusting of hair on his chest. She longed to be able to see it. Her fingers roamed over his torso as his tongue explored her mouth ever so slowly. He treated her like she was a fine wine to be sipped slowly and appreciated.

A low rumble escaped him as her fingers brushed against one of his nipples. The texture of his kiss changed as he deepened it. He stroked her tongue with his, coaxing it back into his mouth. He tasted hot and male. He sucked her tongue hard.

Jane jumped when she felt lips nibbling at her neck. She’d all but forgotten the other warrior, as impossible as that seemed. It was absolutely delicious to have one of the warriors kissing her while the other one sampled her neck. She’d never had an erotic dream this real before. And it was absolutely wonderful. She didn’t want to ever wake up. She could feel her cream flowing from her sex, softening it, preparing it for a hard male cock.

A hand stoked across her stomach and she held her breath as it moved higher, circling her breast but not touching it. She wiggled closer, trying to get his hand where she wanted it. Pleased masculine laughter reached her ears just before he cupped her breast. His thumb stroked across the tip, making it tighten. Breaking away from the kiss, she gasped for breath.

Both men shifted. She could feel their breath brush across her skin as they lowered their heads towards her breasts. “Oh, yes,” she cried out as their mouths descended on the aching mounds. Each of them sucked a nipple past their lips and suckled.

Her hips arched upwards with each lap of their tongues against the hard nubs of her breasts. Her pussy grew wetter with every stroke as her cream continued to flow. She could feel it slipping down between the globes of her behind and onto the sheets. She’d never felt this needy in her life.

A dark shadow appeared at the end of the bed, blocking the light. She instinctively knew that this was the third warrior. Well, if she was going to have an erotic dream, she might as well enjoy them all. The bed shifted under his weight as he knelt between her thighs. As he leaned down, she caught sight of his face in the dim firelight. This was the warrior from the center of the tapestry. His face was slightly older, harder and filled with a lust that would have frightened her if this hadn’t been a dream. Instead, it excited her.

Spreading her legs, she tilted up her hips, offering herself to him. He growled low in his throat as he wrapped his hands around her thighs and spread her even wider. He blew softly on her sex, making her shiver with desire. Her entire being was focused on her sexual pleasure. Her blood pumped hard, her heart pounded against her chest and she knew she would soon explode.

The men on either side of her continued to suck and lick her breasts, alternating between gentle touches and those that were almost rough. They shifted closer to her and she felt two hard male cocks nudge her hands on either side. Without thought, she wrapped her fingers around them, sliding her hands from base to tip. Her thumbs stroked the heads before she slid her hands downward again.

A rough tongue licked up one side of her swollen sex, caressing the slick folds before continuing down the other side. He’d lifted his tongue as he’d passed her swollen clitoris. She pumped her hips and cried out in protest. One of the warriors suckling her breasts immediately lifted his head and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her frantic cries.

She continued to pump her hands up and down over their cocks. Hot and hard, they pulsed against her palms. Both warriors tensed at the same time and then shoved their hips harder against her. Jane didn’t stop even though her own release was close. She felt them come. Felt the hot spew of cum on her fingers even as they continued to pleasure her.

She screamed as the warrior between her thighs caught her clit carefully between his teeth and flicked it. Two of his long fingers thrust inside her swollen pussy, stretching her. The mouth at her breast bit down gently on her hard nipple at the same time the warrior kissing her thrust his tongue deep. It was too much.

Jane felt her body explode. She convulsed as spasms of pleasure shook her entire being. Her legs and arms tightened as the almost painful pleasure shot through her. Wave after wave washed over her as she rode out the storm. She couldn’t take any more, but they continued to pleasure her until sobs welled up deep inside her and she began to cry.

Immediately, the caresses turned gentle and soothing. She lost all track of time as they stroked and petted her. With a final sigh, she sank back into the mattress, too exhausted to move. The warriors on either side of her cuddled close to her, but the one between her legs shifted.

In the dim light, she could see his cock, hard and swollen, jutting out in front of him. He hadn’t come yet. There was no softness in his face as he lifted her hips in his large hands. She could sense the determination in him. He would have her. He would claim her as his own and she knew she would never be the same again.

For the first time since the dream began, Jane felt fear. This warrior was a threat to her. If he took her, he would somehow own a piece of her. “No,” Jane shouted as she began to struggle. She’d already lost enough and couldn’t afford to lose anything else.

“Wake up. Wake up,” she chanted as she pushed away from him.

As the scene began to fade, she heard a desperate shout. She glimpsed his face for a split second and the sheer desolation on his face made her cry out. But it was too late.

Bolting upright in her bed, Jane gasped for breath. For a second, she thought she could hear the echo of the warrior’s pained cry. Then a car horn blared through the night and the glow from the streetlight illuminated her small room. The covers were a tangle around her and she tugged them over her naked body. She felt hot and sticky and could still feel the throbbing ache between her thighs.

Burying her face in her hands, Jane released all the pent-up pain of the past few months. She cried for all she’d had and lost, for the loss of her innocence and for her father who she missed. But mostly, she cried for the warrior. His pain had mirrored hers somehow and she felt as if she’d disappointed him in the same way many of her friends, coworkers and especially her ex-boyfriend Chad had failed her.

Wiping her tears on the sheets, she took a deep breath. She supposed that this had been a long time coming. She hadn’t shed a tear since the night of the murder. Instead, she’d buried her emotions and done what needed doing.

But the trial was finally going to be over tomorrow and then the rest of her life would begin. She decided that it was only natural to be feeling emotional. Combine that with a mind-blowing erotic dream and no wonder she’d had a complete meltdown.

Glancing at the clock, she groaned when she saw the time. It was only five o’clock, but she knew that there was no way she’d get back to sleep now. She had to be at the courthouse by nine. Her stomach clenched at the thought of having to face her ex-boss one last time, even if she didn’t have to speak to him.

Not bothering to try and find her nightgown or her bathrobe, she rolled off the daybed, pulling the sheet with her. Clutching it tight around her body, she padded towards the bathroom. She didn’t bother to turn on any lights until she closed the bathroom door behind her. Steeling herself, she turned and looked in the mirror.

She was an absolute wreck. Her hair was tangled, her lips swollen, and her blue eyes looked huge and almost sunken in her pale face. Sighing, she dropped the sheet and for the first time in months really looked at her body. What she saw frightened her. She’d always tended towards thin, but now she looked downright bony. She knew she’d dropped weight, but she just hadn’t noticed or, rather, hadn’t wanted to notice just how bad it had gotten.

Tracing a finger up over her rib cage, she circled her breast and shivered. At least they were still the same, not that they were ever large to begin with. But they were a respectable thirty-four B-cup and she didn’t want to lose what little she had. Closing her eyes, she cupped her breasts in her hands. The pulsing ache between her thighs grew stronger. Shivering, she dropped her hands and spun away from the mirror.

Turning the shower on full, she stepped under the spray. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. No matter what happened today, the ordeal would finally be over. She was damned well going to look her best.

Reaching for her shampoo, she lathered her hair. As she massaged her scalp and then rinsed the soap, she planned what she’d wear to court. Thoughts of the three warriors filled her mind as she began to scrub her body, but she ruthlessly shoved them aside. Today was the time for reality, tomorrow would be time enough to dream.

*

Jane stepped out onto the courthouse steps, clutching her purse in her hands. It was finally over. Even though the sun was shining, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Moving quickly, she hurried down the stairs, keeping her head down. The camera crews and on-air personalities were swarming like vultures, but for once they weren’t looking for her. Today it was all about Richard Trenton.

Pressing a hand to her stomach, Jane willed it to settle. She’d been so afraid that Richard would get away with murder. He had many high-placed and influential friends but the evidence against him was too overwhelming. She’d known from the beginning that it wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t dreamed it would be so hard.

The police evidence had even gotten “lost” once. After she’d said a quick prayer of thanks that she’d had the foresight to make several copies, she’d simply produced another set. Then she’d informed the media that she’d taken the liberty of making quite a few copies and distributing them with different lawyers to be brought forward in the case of her injury or death. Jane wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t taking any chances with her own personal safety.

She’d had harassing letters and threatening phone calls, but she was no coward to be bullied. A good man had died for another man’s greed. She hadn’t known him well, but he’d always been pleasant to work with. And after seeing Bob Simpson’s wife and children in the courtroom, there was no way that she could back down. Still, it hadn’t been easy and she was just glad it was over.