Pleasure Bound - Complete (72 page)

Jarod easily sidestepped the attack.

The other man behind him hung back, confirming Jarod’s suspicions. He needn’t worry about the other two just yet. Eric wanted a try at him first.

Eric smirked. “Perhaps purchasing women from the Breeders is not in the best interest of the Death Valley Boys? Perhaps we should raid the surrounding hubs and get ourselves some spirited women like this Piper woman? Or like the women we fucked during the Slave Uprising? They fought hard but we were stronger.”

“Strength proves nothing,” Jarod said.

“It proves we can dominate the female and not the other way around,” Eric retorted.

“It proves you have no brains, Eric.”

In the moonlight, he could see Eric’s face flush with anger.

“You are the one without brains, Jarod. Or you wouldn’t have lost your leadership during the Slave Uprising. Or your eye afterwards…”

Jarod refused to bite the bait.

“What else did those women do to you, Jarod? Did you enjoy those heavy weights they hung from your balls? Is that why they’re so big now? You must be into torture. That would account for all those scars you so proudly wear on your body.”

“Are you jealous, Eric? Seems to me, you were the one eager to kiss the women’s feet back at the women’s villages in order to avoid a whipping. Is that why you don’t have many scars?”

The man accompanying Eric shifted his position and the one behind Jarod took a step away from Jarod. Where they pondering what he’d just said?

“Enough of this idle talk. Prepare to die,” Eric snapped.

He nodded to his males, and all three started to close in around Jarod.

Jarod tensed, readying himself for combat. He quickly formulated and cast aside plans of defense on how he could make it out of this confrontation alive.

Three-to-one were not good odds.

Especially when he was defenseless and they brandished knives.

Without warning one of the men slumped to the ground, an axe buried deep in his back.

Eric and the other male stopped and peered at their fallen comrade with bewilderment.

There wasn’t any time to ponder who was helping him so Jarod quickly pounced into action.

Ripping the axe from the fallen male’s back, he easily slashed the nearest male’s throat.

A horrible gurgling sound emerged from that male and he fell to the ground, blood gushing from his throat wound.

Eric, ever the coward, turned to run but stopped short when an arrow zipped through his upper back.

His eyes grew wide and a soundless scream erupted from his throat. Without a word, he fell to his knees and then collapsed onto the ground, motionless.

Jarod whirled around ready to fight the unknown assailant, and was stunned to find Blackie standing there, a bow in his hand; an ugly blue bruise decorated the base of his nose.

Behind him stood a beautiful white horse. Piper sat astride the creature on a saddle, her dark hair tangled and mussed from sleep, slid like a waterfall over a thin sheet that engulfed her upper body. Her naked legs clenched the sides of the stallion.

“Are you all right?” she whispered, her sweet lips trembled as if she was about to cry.

He nodded and he could feel her concerned gaze raking over every part of him to make sure he hadn’t been injured. To his surprise, it made him feel good to have a female worried about his safety.

“They did not harm me,” he reassured her. “Are you fine?”

She nodded. “I was just afraid of what might have happened to you. Jasmine said anyone could challenge you for me.”

“No one will challenge Jarod as long as you both leave at once,” Blackie said. He thrust the reins of the stallion into Jarod’s hand.

“Thank you, Blackie, for saving my life.”

Blackie cracked a grin. “It was my pleasure.”

“I also apologize for your breaking your nose.”

He shrugged. “I’ve had worse. It will heal.”

“You are welcome to come with us. Taylor and I have a tree house. It is well-hidden. You could stay there with us. It is safe enough. Away from all this madness and from what you have to do for Cath.”

“I cannot leave.”

“Why not? It is obvious you do not like the circumstances here. That is why you allowed me to win the fight so easily. Come with us, now. Be safe.”

Blackie’s grin widened, and for a moment, Jarod caught a glimpse of the good-nature in his once close friend.

“Take the woman, and leave before someone realizes you are missing.”

The firmness in his voice made him realize Blackie wouldn’t be budged. Quickly, Jarod hoisted himself onto the broad back of the stallion in front of Piper. Immediately, her arms curled around his waist and she held him tight.

Just feeling the lush curves of her breasts pressing against his back made an emotion so strong uncoil inside him. He was certain his heart would have died if anything bad had happened to her here.

“I thank you for giving us our freedom,” Jarod replied.

“Consider it for old times’ sake.”

“Will you be safe here? How will you explain the missing horse?”

“I will tell them you stole it. Is it not the truth?”

Jarod chuckled, and Blackie smiled softly.

“Safe journey, old friend. And ride like the wind, for they will surely follow.”

Jarod nodded, and with a brief wave to Blackie, Jarod kicked the white stallion into action.

Chapter Ten

They rode furiously all night, nibbling on the food Blackie had provided for them in a small pouch. The next day, Jarod kept the horse at a quick trot allowing frequent short breaks as they followed the river systems.

When he felt sure no one followed, he steered the stallion back onto land, and headed directly north toward the hills and the valley beyond.

Behind him, Piper remained silent, her arms wrapped snugly around his waist, her breasts pressed intimately against his back and her chin tucked snugly on his right shoulder as they shared frequent and passionate kisses.

Finally, on the eve of the second day, she reached around and boldly fondled his hardened sack with her fingers.

“You better be careful with that precious cargo, Piper,” Jarod chuckled at her.

“Is it true what Eric said? Did the women really hang weights from your balls?” she asked, her supple lips teasing the base of his neck.

“Among other places,” Jarod said softly, trying hard not to give in to the molten desires her touch was creating.

He wanted to ride a little while longer. Just to be on the safe side. But in the way Piper’s fingers left his scrotum and then both hands splayed across his bare chest to tweak his nipples, his resolve was quickly fading.

“And were you aroused with those weights hanging off your balls?” she asked.

“Sometimes.”

“And the other times?”

“It hurt.”

She returned to kneading his hard balls and Jarod’s breath quickened.

“Does it hurt when I touch you now?”

“No, it pleases me.”

“And it pleases you when I do this?” She nibbled intimately on his earlobe, and continued to knead his sack at the same time.

Heated arousal zipped through his cock.

“Wherever you touch me pleases me.”

“Good answer,” Piper said with a deep huskiness in her voice. She brushed her lips against his strong jaw.

“Where are we heading anyway?” she asked.

“I’m taking you to the valley where your brothers are living.”

“Do you finally trust me?”

“I wouldn’t have fought for you and fucked you in front of all those men if I didn’t trust you, Piper.”

“Mmm. Another good answer.”

Her hands left his balls, and then wrapped snugly around the base of his swollen cock.

“Piper…” he warned.

“What?” she whispered, her voice sounding hot and sexy.

“I’ll show you what!” he roared.

The need that had been building in him since they’d left Death Valley finally exploded. Without another word, he brought the stallion to a standstill and hopped off.

* * * * *

Piper giggled as he curled his arm around her waist and crudely dragged her from the horse and stood her in front of him.

“Oh, I like it when you’re rough.”

“I thought you said I was a knight in shining armor and they are supposed to be gentle.”

She grinned teasingly, loving the way his hot gaze sliced deep into her very soul, heating her core and making her cream warmly.

“It doesn’t mean you have to be gentle with me.”

“I’m going to fuck you now. Sweet and gentle. Hard and rough. Any way you like it. Any objections?”

“Is that your way of telling me you like me? Even with all these dark drawings of feathers and such on me?”

A wrinkle burrowed across his forehead. “The drawings are tradition with the Death Valley Boys. They beautifuy you, but you are already beautiful. The drawings will wash off. And is this what the interesting feeling I am experiencing called? Like?”

“Like? I think I have better words—”

His head dipped, and he crushed his warm mouth to her lips cutting her off.

He tasted hot, dark and dangerously wonderful.

His tongue speared into her mouth, making her stagger from the scorching onslaught of emotions cascading through her. She grabbed his big shoulders, steadied herself and cried into his mouth as the hard bulge of his loincloth-covered erection pressed intimately against her pussy. Grinding her hips, she pressed her clit against his heavy erection, and moaned as pleasure sparkled around her.

To her frustration, he broke the kiss, and his hot breath fanned her face.

“I am still learning the language of Merik, my words are limited. So I thought it best to show you how I feel, instead of using words.”

“They say the language of love knows no boundaries. Lovemaking makes up for the lack of words,” she said, as she continued to grind her pussy into his hard bulge.

“I think I will enjoy this lovemaking,” he purred.

His fingers slid against her palm and leading her by the hand, he took her to a nearby hollow filled with sweet-smelling wildflowers.

The instant they reached it, he slipped the sheet from her shoulders and let it drift to the ground.

A hot flush swept through her as his gorgeous eye skimmed over her nakedness.

“How do you wish me to fuck you this time?” he asked softly, his eye darkening with lust.

“I want it rough and hard,” she whispered, watching the way his tongue swiped hungrily at his bottom lip as he continued that luscious hot stare.

“As rough as you want it or as rough as I want it?”

She swallowed at his question. “As you want it.”

He was breathing hard now. His gorgeous erection pressing so hard against his loincloth she felt sure his cock would rip right through the thin material.

“Lie down in the grass. I will be back in a moment,” he said, and started toward the horse. Toward the sack of food Blackie had packed for them.

He was picking an odd time to go and get something to eat.

“I’m not hungry,” she called out after him.

“Lie down,” he growled. “Scrunch your sheet into a ball and place it beneath your hips. Knees up. Spread your legs wide for me. Very wide.”

Oh, my goodness! What did he have in mind for her?

She blew out a tense breath, and did as he instructed. Lying down on the sweet-smelling grass, she folded the sheet many times and placed the pad comfortably beneath her. The rolled-up sheet lifted her hips perfectly, giving him full access to her.

Bracing her knees upward, she spread her legs and planted her feet into the cool grass. Then she waited.

The sky above shimmered a pretty pale blue as the sun set behind the lush jungle of trees. A mild late evening breeze caressed her sopping pussy, and spilled against her sore ass making her remember the sensual way he’d impaled her there the other day in front of the Death Valley Boys. She remembered how the men and women had hungrily watched the penetration before she’d closed her own eyes, and drifted into the wondrous thing Jarod had been doing to her ass.

Eagerness gripped her. She wanted to be vaginally penetrated by him. And now that she’d been anally penetrated, she wanted that again, too.

Which would he do to her first?

When she heard his approaching footsteps, she trembled at the intense need coursing through her every fiber. She began touching her breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples until they burned hard and red for him.

And she couldn’t stop those fever sex dreams from zipping into her mind.

She inhaled at the intensity of them, at the shadowy silhouette of Jarod standing between her widespread legs, his head lowering between them. Couldn’t forget how hard her heart had pounded against her chest as she’d sobbed and begged for him to penetrate her.