Jungle Freakn' Bride (6 page)

Bummer
,
b
ut at the same time, she lacked any fear.
Crazy. A part of her understood that, and yet, she didn’t sense danger or harm from the kidnapping pair. Attraction, yes
–
hard to miss the evidence
–
yet for all intents and purposes, they behaved like perfect gentleman. The jerks.

How could she work up a proper sense of indignation if they didn’t at least attempt to molest her?

For
the next few
days, her captor
with
the mismatched eyes and his cohort took turns running
, and this
despite her
frequent
protests
– which she could swear they understood but ignored
–
that she could walk on her own two feet
. Sometimes
,
they carried her
upside down over a ridiculously wide shoulder
,
a
t other times, cradled in tireless arms.

No amount of pleading
,
c
ursing
,
f
ighting
– forget crying, she wasn’t one to give in
to those kind of hysterics
–
penetrated the
ir
barrier
of silence
,
a
t least toward her. The two men discoursed quite often between each other, their frequent looks letting her know the topic of conversation. It made her wish she’d spent more time studying her English/Mayan dictionary
instead of
the local bar scene before heading out.
The not knowing just about drove her nuts.
Carlie didn’t know what to think and do other than hope once they got to where they were going, she could escape, or at least figure out what the hell they planned.

Despite her foiled attempt at escape, s
he
never quite gave up on her plan to s
neak away when they stopped to rest.
However, a
s if they
sensed her
half-baked
plan, they never
let her out of sight
or reach
,
which led to some red
-
cheeked, embarrassing moments
.
What she wouldn’t give for a proper bathroom with a door and lock.
And as for when they slept?
Even when they weren’t up a tree, which proved
their favorite sleeping arrangement
, o
ne
of them kept her
cradled against his body, arm wrapped around her waist while the other kept watch.

She quickly learned not to
bother and
struggle
,
as her motions excited them judging by the erections they enjoyed pressing against her bottom. Worse, despite the gravity of the situation, their arousal didn’t disgust her. On the contrary, better looking than any men she’d ever met with their smooth
,
tanned skin, long
,
dark hair weaved into intricate braid
s,
and sinewy frames, under any other circumstance she might have welcomed their obvious attraction – once she decided between them. Holy hotness, but they both possessed one
good-looking
gene too many.

As the hours passed, and the miles between her and rescue widened, she gradually lost her tension
–
a
nd her fear. Unharmed, fed, and in no real discomfort
,
if she didn’t count the jostling as they carried her for most of the journey – a heroic feat in itself given her less than dainty size – she chafed most at not knowing what they wanted her for.

Not immediate death
,
apparently
,
since she lived. However, she’d not ruled out them taking her back to their village for a feast. Didn’t she recall her sister saying something about cannibals in the area?
God, I hope they’re not planning to eat me
–
unless it involved a tongue in a place that could dearly use a bath first
.
But the only other alternative she could think of to being stuff
ed
with herbs and roasted over a bonfire would involve the hard erections nestled at her back
when they stopped to rest
.

T
o add more confusion to the mix, they
also
kept doing the sweetest things
for her
like plucking blooms, vivid
,
fragrant ones that they handed to her with smile
s
and wink
s
.
They h
eld her up so she could reach ripe fruit just out of reach. Swatted her ass when she bent over and then winked when she whirled with a mouth rounded in surprise.
Under any other circumstances, she would have assumed they flirted with her. But, out here in the jungle where the rules were unknown, she wondered if their actions meant something more. Or was that just her hormones talking? Because seriously, she was only human
–
human, healthy
,
and really freakn’ horny.

One night, frustrated and determined to get a rise out of them, other than the usual erect kind, she decided to take matters in her own hands. Literally.

She’d already decided the big guy was the leader of the two, and the one least likely to budge. So, when Mr. Kitty disappeared during naptime
,
leaving her alone with Golden Grin, she made her move.

Squirming, she turned in his arms until she faced him. Nose to nose, their breaths mingled
,
and a tingle of excitement shot through her.
Eyes wide open, if wary, he watched her.

“You know, you’re not bad looking for a guy who wears a
loincloth
and runs around the jungle like Tarzan.”

His left brow arched just a touch.

She trailed fingers up his arm. “And a girl’s got needs, if you know what I mean.” He stared at her blankly and she sighed. “Of course, you don’t. I don’t know why I persist in thinking you can understand me. Surely if you did, you’d have done something other than jabber at me in gibberish these past few days.
So if words won’t work, how about action?” She plastered her mouth to his, not expecting much, not even sure jungle m
e
n kissed. Holy freakn’ electricity.

Stiff at first, it took him all of a heartbeat before he took over her impromptu kiss, his lips relaxing against hers then claiming the
m
. Controlling th
e embrace. Stealing her breath.

Oh my.

Heat curled low in her belly and moisture flooded her sex as he kissed her with sensual expertise.
Forget her plan to get a rise out of him, she wanted more. Arms twined around his neck, she opened her mouth for his tongue, moaning at the erotic slide of it against hers.

A roar split the air and he pulled away, his breathing erratic. She strained toward his tempting lips, but he turned his head
,
r
efused her even though the evidence of his excitement pressed hotly against her.

The crunch of footsteps saw him springing to his feet as Mr. Kitty returned, his deep voice haranguing his cohort. Despite not understanding a word, Carlie nevertheless grasped Golden Grin had apparently crossed some taboo line with her. Necking, while pleasurable, wasn’t allowed.

Freakn’ hell. And not just because she’d hoped to win him to her side, but also because she now felt more sexually frustrated than ever.

Spiel done, Golden Grin
,
without a look in her direction
,
took off, and the big guy took his place. It occurred to her she should try the same thing on him and see what happened, but as if sensing the direction of her thoughts, he clamped her to him tight, ignored her wiggles
,
and left her no choice but to either sleep or fume.

She couldn’t resist a taunt, though. “Chicken.”

He nipped the back of her neck and pressed the heel of his hand firmly against her cleft. She gasped, her body immediately firing right up
,
b
ut he didn’t take things any further. He removed both his lips and hands from their intimate spot
s
, and moments later
,
his breathing evened out as he fell asleep.

Carlie just about screamed in frustration.
What is up with these guys?
What would it take to break them?

Despite the kissing mishap, her pair of Tarzans
continued to t
ak
e
turns
rest
ing with her on a bed of leaves. No amount of
squirming
set
her free
– or face
-
to
-
face for another
attempt at
seduction
.
In an odd twist though, while they seemed
determined to keep her from pinning them in a lip lock, that didn’t stop them from torturing her in small ways
.
S
he’d swear they did on purpose to arouse
her
,
their
hot breath flutter
ing
against her
ear
,
their hands pausing a second longer than needed when
touch
ing her,
the heated skin of their erection
s
against her lower back, brand
ing
her with an unfortunate awareness
.
Anybody with that kind of
tangible
evidence – lengthy, hard and thick, mmm --
would conclude they fo
und her attractive
,
even
sexy, but
the jerks
acted like perfect jungle gentlemen
.

No kissing, no screwing, not even any oral sex! The way they raised the awareness of her body to an almost painful state
was just plain cruel
,
a
nd unnecessary because she was more th
a
n willing to take one of them on.
Either one would do.

It
should have
shocked her
American morals
to realize
it wasn’t just
the guy with the
mismatched eyes that made her hornier than hell, it was his friend too.
I
n her current state
, she would have
welcomed a
tag team
if
it meant some relief. Two men and her, naked and going at it like bunnies,
a
foolish fantasy she indulged in when she let her imagination run wild.
The things
a pair of guys
could do with fours hands, two mouths and two cocks…

W
ith that kind of dirty thought running through her mind, was
it any wonder sh
e was frustrated, baffled
,
and in need of just a few minutes by herself so she could
take care of business
?
Although, maybe
…
She
slid her hand down her stomach, under
t
he waistband
of her shorts
.

She made a little sound of pleasure as her fingers encountered her heated, wet flesh.
She rubbed small circles on her swollen clit, shifting her hips for better access.
Mr. Kitty, her sleeping partner of the moment, stiffened.
She ground her ass back against him as she continued to stroke her flesh
.
Close. Closer.

He tugged her hand free before she could finish. Held it in a grip so tight it hurt.

Forget feeling any shame at getting caught.
Body aching, she cursed at him. “I hate you.”

He growled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

She growled right back.
She didn’t know why she couldn’t control herself
, w
hat drug she either inhaled or they fed her
to make her so horny, so freakn’ insatiable for sex
, but she was tired of
waiting for them to act.
She elbowed him, and kicked
,
t
u
rned into a wildcat in his grip, but her limbs, while long for a woman, were no match for his strength.
He pinned her under him, her arms over her head
. His lower body nestled heavy and hard against hers.
He stared down at her as he rotated his hips.
Her breath caught.
He did it again.