Jungle Freakn' Bride (10 page)

The
big
warrior held out his hand, and she clasped it, a squeal escaping her again as he quickly lifted her five
-
foot
-
eleven frame – adorned with a few too many cupcakes around the hips – with ease.

For the first time in her life, Carlie could claim to feel short. Towering over her by a good eight inches or more, both men commanded her attention with their avid gazes, nude skin, and…

“Holy shit. Get those things away from me.” Darting out of reach, Carlie ran away from the
impressive
matching erections the two men just poked her with. Sure, she’d f
a
ll
en
asleep to them poking her on more than one night during the kidnapping, but in the light of day, and after they’d ignored her so long… Not happening.

But their erections didn’t care about her delicate sensibilities.
Loincloth
or not, those huge suckers weren’t hiding
–
a
nd they
sought her
.

With a squeal, she feinted to the left and sprinted across the room.
It didn’t bode well when
they split up to chase her, and da
mn it
all if their eyes didn’t glow.

Uh-oh.

Somehow
,
her jungle handbook skipped the chapter on how to deal with a pair of tribal warriors with big erections chasing her around a hut. Carlie dodged their hands once. Smacked them away. But in the end, as she knew they would once she saw them, they caught her. This time
,
however, they didn’t toss her over a brawny shoulder.

Nope. Mismatched eyes scooped her up princess style while his buddy led the way. Craning
,
she was in time to see her roommates rounded up in a similar fashion. And to think she’d wished for answers. Could she change her mind and return to ignorance instead?

Stepping forth from the hut, despite the still high in the sky
sun
, the leaves provided a natural barrier against the brightness. What those leaves didn’t hide was just how freakn
’
high they actually were.

A tree
-
house. They’d held her captive in a freakn’ tree
-
house.
Sure, she’d know
n
that, but upside
down
on her previous excursion
, night falling
– and
with her
eyes shut tight with vertigo – she’d not truly grasped how high they actually were.
Thank
G
od she’d never managed to bust the shutters open. She’d have likely fallen to her death
,
a
nd she
still
might
,
given the narrow swaying bridge Mr.
Kitty
strode across.

She hid her face in his shoulder, the dizzying height scarier than him at the moment. A rumble shook his chest and she realized he laughed at her. What a jerk.

Pulling away, she glared at him.
Amusement glistening in his eyes
, he smiled, and that quickly
,
her anger drained away. Who could stay angry with male perfection inches away?

I should, dumbass. Hello, he’s not my hero or boyfriend. He’s a kidnapper. And…
What and who was he? “Who are you?”

No reply.

She sighed. “Would it be too much to ask for some answers? Maybe a name. A reason for kidnapping. A phone to call my sister
to
let her know I’m alive.” Poor Ruth. Carlie could just imagine her panic
,
h
er fear.

Not expecting an answer, his squeeze surprised her, as did the gentle brush of her hair by his companion.

They crossed several
scary, swaying
bridges
– more like ropes strung between trees
–
before arriving at another
treetop
hut. Leading her inside, she noted it seemed like a home
furnished as it was with a wide b
ed,
a small
table
,
and
a few chairs.
She noted with interest a
big wooden basin filled with water. A big wooden basin filled with water and a splashing Carlie.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she sputtered when she finally
rose to the surface and
spat out the liquid.

In what was becoming an annoying habit, they ignored her, verbally at any rate, their hands
,
however
,
clasped whatever they could find and tore it from her. Bye
-
bye stinky tank top and shorts. Hello, nude American at the mercy of two men sporting major erections and
matching mischievous
grins.

Catching on they meant to bathe her whether she liked it or not, Carlie gave an irritated sigh and stopped fighting. It didn’t improve the situation
,
b
ut it did remind her of how horny she’d been the last few days.

Calloused hands roamed her skin, rubbing something that lathered slightly and left a soothing scent behind.

They’re washing me?
Odd as it seemed, they were, taking special care to not miss a single nook or crevice. Thumbs brushed over erect peaks. A hand slid between slick thighs. All innocent touches really, unless she looked at their faces. No one could mistake th
eir
look of hunger for anything other than what it was
–
desire.
She didn’t hold her breath waiting for them to act, though. She already knew they possessed iron control where their libido
s
w
ere
concerned.

Golden
Grin
poured a bucket of water over her hair as Mr. Kitty tilted her face back. Fingers then threaded her wet locks, massaging her scalp, loosening tension
,
almost making her purr
,
dammit
, just
like the cat she used to own
, but she couldn’t help herself
. I
t felt so darned good.

Another bucket of water to rinse and in an almost daze, she stood at the gentle urging of her captor
with the mismatched eyes
. Body tingling, aroused
and aching
, she stepped out of the tub, the incongruous bath in the middle of the jungle, and swayed toward him.

A length of fabric wrapped around her from behind, smothering her, soaking up her moisture, but not her desire.

Clean
,
m
uscles languorous as they continued to palpate her under the guise of drying, she let them lead her to the edge of the bed
, and s
at when prompted.

A part of her wondered why she didn’t fight. Why she didn’t try to run? But run where? And fight how? She’d never escape them. In the middle of the jungle, alone without a weapon, she didn’t stand a chance.

Nor did she stand a chance against their seduction. Well, more like major tease. Body dried, they stole her towel, leaving her naked to their view. When she would have covered herself, a morsel of modesty bringing her hand
s
around to strategic locations, Golden
Grin
removed them with a shake of his head.

He knelt before her, between her legs, his height putting him
at
breast level. A naughty twinkle
shone
in his eyes
.
H
e blew on her nubs, which immediately tightened. She forgot to breathe as she waited for his next move. He teased her first
,
r
ubb
ing
his face on her skin
, a slow
,
sensual caress that caught her breath
.

“Tease,” she groaned.

She grabbed him by the hair and moved his lips to where she wanted them
–
smack dab over an aching nipple
. His soft chuckle blew warmly across her
nub
. He licked with a tongue more raspy than seemed normal in a man. Despite the oddity, she still shivered. Then quivered as
Mr. Kitty
pulled her hair back
,
exposing her neck for the touch of his lips. She’d somehow forgotten his presence. It should have shocked her
, or at the very least p
oured a bucket of cold
water
onto her steaming arousal. But no, knowing he wa
tched, having him touch and join in,
it made her erotic interest rise
.
E
ven more moisture flooded her sex.

Two men…
O
h
,
the decadence of it. Unlike some of her more prudish friends, Carlie didn’t mind a little adventure in the bedroom. Of course, she usually restricted her erotic explorations to one person at a time, but she couldn’t deny the intrigue at the thought of two.

She waited for the next step
,
t
he next move in their obviously synchronized seduction.
Apparently
,
it involved wine, or something to drink because Golden
Grin
handed her a goblet. Carved out of gold, she almost blushed at the vivid sexual depictions on it – not all the twined couples human.

At their urging, and gentle soothing touches, she sipped.
The thick, dark liquid tasted
foul. She pushed the glass away and gagged. Too late to spit. She’d already swallowed.

“Oh gross.”

The goblet waved in her face insistently.

“Not happening.”

Carlie didn’t miss the look
passing
between her two captors. What were they planning?

Golden Grin tugged her onto his lap, his arms banding around her upper body. Calloused fingers gripped her chin from the front and tilted her head back until she stared straight up into Mr. Kitty’s eyes, a gaze that remained steady even as his eyes shifted into that of a cat.

“What the hell?” she yelled
, o
nly to gurgle as a hand gripped her jaw, holding her mouth open to pour the rest of the
putrid
fluid into her mouth. She
choked and
spat
some out.

Mr. Kitty growled. Like she cared
what
he wanted. Lips clamped tight, she refused to open her mouth. Strength won over stubbornness. With a press of his thumb, her jaw popped open and she gagged as the thick
liquid
filled her. She would have spit it out
,
t
ried as a matter of fact
,
but the hand over her lips stopped her. Carlie proved stubborn
,
though. She tried to not swallow. Really she did, but like many things, the more she tried not to do it, the more her body screamed she had to.

Only once she gulped the vicious drink down did
Golden Grin
release her, the apology in his eyes not soothing her one bit.

“Not nice,” she growled when she could speak again. Forget
retaliation
,
though. Ripping pain tore through her, liquid fire in her veins. Poison. Death. Agony. So much freakn’ agony she couldn’t even scream. “Asshole,” she
curs
ed before
she
shut
her eyes to avoid the spinning room
.

How she went from pleasure to pain, Carlie couldn’t grasp, but she knew who to blame. Rotten, good
-
looking jerks lulling her into a false sense of security so they could turn around and poison her. It just went to show, despite their niceness, her captors couldn’t be trusted, which
,
surprisingly enough
,
caused an ache in her heart. However, a broken heart couldn’t compare to the
liquid torment
running through her veins.
Her b
ody contorted as her muscles spasmed
.
Pushing free of her captor
’
s lap, s
he emptied the contents of her stomach on the floor. A hand brushed bangs off her forehead and a damp cloth swiped at her face. She batted it, going for a glare in Mr. Kitty’s direction, but
failed
miserably as nausea made her cross
-
eyed. Her stomach heaved again, but that time she got her aim right
and spewed all over Golden
Grin’s
loincloth
. His fault for crouching beside her with a fake look of concern on his face.