Christina's Tapestry (3 page)

A low rumble, much like a lion purring, came from his chest. It was time to turn around and
have a look at her fantasy man. But before she could make herself move away from the pleasure
his hand was giving her, she heard the rustling sound from the other side of the bed again.
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“You’re awake.” The low, male voice touched her like a caress and every hair on her body
seemed to stand on end in anticipation. She didn’t dare correct him and tell him she was actually
asleep.

The hand on her leg made her jerk. “Shh,” a voice whispered in her ear. “Just relax and let
us pleasure you.”

Her thoughts tumbled over one another in her head. She was in bed with two strange men
who wanted to pleasure her. It was okay, she told herself. This was only a dream. Finally, she
was going to have an erotic dream. All she had to do was relax and enjoy it.
All thoughts left her when the covers were flung from her body and she felt herself being
turned onto her back. One pair of large male hands wrapped around her thighs and slowly drew
them apart, while another large male hand continued to pleasure her breast.
She peered through the gloom, desperately trying to see their faces. Their features were
indistinct, but they were both large with long, straight hair. These were definitely the two
warriors from her tapestry.

Christina opened her mouth to speak, not quite sure what she wanted to say, but before she
could utter a word, the warrior looming over her captured her mouth with his. Her words
became a cry of surrender as he pushed his tongue past her lips and sank into the moist cavern of
her mouth.

His tongue stroked hers, gently at first and then with a demand that she meet him, stroke for
stroke. As he kissed her, he continued to tease her swollen nipple through the fabric of her
nightgown. Just when she thought she might go mad with wanting his hand on her flesh, he
pushed the fabric down and lightly pinched the swollen bud.
Digging her fingers into his shoulder, she held him tight to her, not wanting to let him go.
But he pulled away. Before she could protest, he kissed his way down her throat, over her
collarbone and came to rest on the curve of her breast.
The warrior between her thighs pushed her nightgown upward and the fabric bunched at her
waist. She could feel his hot breath on her thigh as he lowered his face closer to her sex.
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She gasped for air, barely able to breathe as she realized what he intended to do. As if it was
a choreographed dance, both of them lowered their heads at the exact same time. Her back arched
as she tipped her head back, and her lips parted as a low keening sound of need emerged from
deep within her. She’d never felt like this in her life.
A calloused hand cupped her breast gently as one of her warriors drew her engorged nipple
into his mouth and suckled it. His tongue stroked the top and circled her areola. She realized
she’d tangled the fingers of her left hand in his hair to hold him there.
Between her legs, the other warrior was tasting the slick, pink flesh of her sex. His tongue
felt slightly rough against her aroused flesh and she arched her hips towards him, wanting more,
needing more. He laughed as he blew on her heated skin. Then he captured her clit between his
lips and sucked on it.

Her entire womb was clenched tight. She dug her heels into the mattress and pushed her
pussy against his mouth. More. She was so close to coming.
A light sheen of sweat covered her body now, she was so hot. Tendrils of hair that had
escaped her braid now stuck to her forehead. Her entire body ached with a desperate need for
completion.

“Now,” she whispered. Reaching out blindly with her right hand, she gripped a handful of
the warrior’s hair and tugged him closer to her pulsing slit.
Two long fingers slipped inside her. Her entire sex clenched around them. He withdrew
them right to the edge of her opening. She whimpered and pumped her hips wildly, desperate to
keep his fingers inside her.

Just as he shoved them deep, he pressed hard on her clit with his tongue. The mouth at her
breast tugged at her swollen nipple with his teeth.

Christina exploded.

Her entire body convulsed. She could feel herself coming as wave after wave of pleasure
washed over her. Neither man stopped, but continued to pleasure and tease her until she was
laughing and crying at the same time.

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The hands that had held them so close to her were now trying to push them away. She
couldn’t take any more.

Both of them sat up straight in the bed just as a log shifted in the fireplace and the light
flared. She caught a glimpse of them both in that moment. Both wore sleepy, satisfied smiles. But
it was their eyes that seemed to burn straight to her soul. They blazed with desire and something
more. Something she couldn’t quite identify, but the intensity of it frightened her.
When they reached for her again, she instinctively shrank back into the mattress. “No.” The
sound of two male voices echoed in her ears.

Christina sat straight up in bed, gasping for air. The covers were twisted and half of them had been pushed to the floor. She scuttled back against her pillows and she glanced wildly around the room. It took her more than a few seconds to realize that she was still in her own single bed in her apartment.

Dreaming. She’d been dreaming! Her common sense asserted itself and she laughed shakily and she straightened her legs out. Reaching out, she flicked on her bedside lamp. “Well, I’d always wondered what an erotic dream was like.” She spoke aloud to try and ground herself in reality.

Her body shivered with aftershocks from her orgasm. The bottom part of her nightgown was still bunched around her waist. Her thighs and sex both glistened with cum and her sex still pulsed with desire. Shoving the fabric down to cover herself, she scooted to the edge of the bed and sat there, trying to recover. One of her breasts was exposed and she quickly pulled the top back over it. Standing on shaky legs, she made her way to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. It was only when she was returning to bed that she remembered the tapestry. Hurrying, she grabbed the covers and shook them. The tapestry tumbled out onto the floor. Dropping the bedclothes, she grabbed it and held it up to the light. Nothing seemed to be damaged, but she wasn’t ready to take another chance. Rolling it 20

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carefully, she laid it safely on the top of her dresser before turning off the light and climbing back into bed.

Settling back, she tried to sleep, but her mind was filled with images of the two warriors. From time to time she shivered at the remembered pleasure they’d give her. She lay awake a long time before she finally drifted off to sleep. 21

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Chapter Three

There was a ringing in her ears. It was coming from a distance, but she wished it would stop. She’d been having such a lovely dream.

Her eyes popped open wide as she hurriedly surveyed her surroundings. She was in her own home. Of course, she was. Where else would she be? The ringing continued and she realized that it was her phone. Tossing back the covers, she hurried out into the living room.

“Hello.”

“It took you long enough.”

Christina recognized Brenda’s voice immediately. She should have known it would be her. Other than the occasional work-related phone call and telemarketers, no one else phoned her.

“I was still in bed.” She’d rushed out without grabbing a robe or slippers and she was quickly getting cold. The heat was still on low and she curled her toes to try and warm them. It didn’t help.

“But you never sleep in.” Brenda made it seem like a crime that she’d slept late this one Saturday.

“I did today. What time is it?” Her watch was in the bedroom on her dresser and she couldn’t see the kitchen clock from here.

“It’s almost eleven. I wanted to meet you for lunch. I have so much to tell you.” She paused and giggled. “Last night with Jason was just amazing.”

“Speaking of last night, I bought something after I left the bar last night.”

A long sigh came through the receiver. “What?”

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Christina knew that Brenda wanted to tell her about last night, but for once, she wanted to talk about what had happened to her. “A tapestry.” Just saying it made her feel slightly warmer.

“Why would you buy something like that?” She could hear the mild disdain in her friend’s voice. “I hope you got a deal on it.” Brenda was the queen of the bargain shoppers and never paid full price for anything.

“I bought it because I wanted it. It’s really lovely.”

“You’re hedging. How much?” she sounded slightly impatient now.

“Two thousand.” She said it quickly. “So where do you want to meet for lunch?”

She’d hope to distract Brenda, but her hope was in vain.

“You paid what?” The screech from the other line had her holding the phone far away from her ear. “Are you crazy? You can’t afford that.”

Her stomach knotted with each word her friend hurled at her. Brenda was right, she couldn’t afford it. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking last night, except for once in her life when she’d wanted something, she’d reached out and taken it. A headache was forming behind her eyes and she reached up to try and rub it way. Brenda was still berating her for wasting her money on a piece of woven cloth. She moved the receiver back to her ear just to hear the tail end of Brenda’s rant. “I could have gotten you a pretty rug at this place a few streets over from me for thirty bucks.”

“It’s not a rug, it’s a tapestry.” Why she was defending it, she didn’t know.

“You have to return it. You got hoodwinked.” Brenda said the words that Christina had been dreading to hear.

Deep in her heart, she wanted to keep the tapestry. It belonged to her in a way that nothing else ever had. But as she looked around her small apartment and thought about her upcoming rent and the premium on her health insurance that she had to pay, her stomach got even queasier. Her common sense demanded that she be sensible and return the tapestry and get her money back.

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It would be so hard to face the woman this morning after practically demanding she open the shop last night so that Christina could buy it. The pounding in her temples got worse.

“I know.” Those were the hardest two words she’d ever uttered in her life. Brenda just harrumphed. “That’s settled. You can return it and then meet me for lunch.”

She was shaking her head even though she knew her friend couldn’t see her. “Not today. I’m just not feeling well.” The silence was almost deafening. She realized that in all the years they’d know each other, she’d never said no to the other woman before.

“You’re obviously not yourself today.” She could hear Brenda sniff. “You have more important things to do today than to talk to your best friend. But I understand.”

Christina almost caved. Almost. It was more habit than anything. But for once, she stood her ground. This
was
important to her. If Brenda was any kind of a friend, she’d understand that and offer her support.

“I’m glad you understand.” She almost smiled at the sputtering she heard. Brenda obviously hadn’t anticipated her reply.

“I’ll talk to you next week. Hopefully, you’ll be over whatever is bothering you by then.” She heard the click in her ear before she could reply. Sighing, she replaced the receiver.

Cold right to her bones, she rushed into her bedroom and yanked off the silk nightgown, stuffing it back into her dresser drawer, before hauling on some clothes. Jeans, warm socks, and a sweater helped to warm her slightly. She made the bed without really thinking about it, her mind was already focused on the chore ahead. She had to return the tapestry.

Plucking the wrapping off the floor where she’d left it the night before, she laid it on the bed before she went her dresser. She didn’t dare unroll the tapestry. If she did, she knew she’d never be able to take it back. Carefully, she bundled it back into tissue paper before placing it in the plastic sack.

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Hurrying to the front door, she grabbed her heavy jacket off the hook and slipped it on. Stuffing her feet in her old sneakers, she unlocked her door, grabbed her purse, and left the apartment.

Her feet felt like lead by the time she climbed the stairs leading out of the subway station. She’d spent the entire ride arguing with herself. The closer she got to the shop, the worse her head and stomach hurt. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she dragged herself down the sidewalk. The store had to be along here somewhere. Christina walked all the way back to the bar where she met Brenda, but didn’t see the store. Frowning, she turned around and retraced her steps. The bundle in her arms seemed to get heavier the closer she got to where she thought the store should be. She slowed, stopping in front of a run-down building with a large picture window in the front. This has to be the place. There was no sign on the door, but she couldn’t remember seeing one the night before in the dark and the rain. Reaching out, she gripped the handle and tugged. Locked. Cupping her hand, she squinted into the dark store. She could make out the counter in the distance, but it looked different somehow. Backing away from the door, she turned and looked in the front window. A layer of dust and grime covered the glass and dust filled the front display. Beyond the dim light of the window lay an empty room. A few boxes were scattered about and the cash register was gone.

It didn’t make any sense. She’d bought the tapestry here last night. The interior of the store was familiar even though it looked abandoned. They couldn’t have moved out that quickly. Could they?