Free Tapestries 03 - Woven Dreams by N. J. Walters Page A

Sighing, she snuggled tighter to Garrik and reached behind her to pull Jarmon closer. She felt the deep rumble in Jarmon’s chest and it reminded her of the purr of some great cat.
    Content, she allowed the warmth of their bodies and the safety of their presence to lull her into sleep.
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Chapter Six
    Jarmon glanced at the path that Genny had taken a short while ago. It seemed to disappear within a few feet of the camp, swallowed up by the forest around it. He knew that it led to an area in the river that was deep enough for her to bathe in. He’d mentioned it to her as they’d munched on some berries that he’d collected to add to the leftover fish from last night’s dinner. She’d taken the path soon after they’d finished eating, saying that she wanted to clean up.
    They’d let her go, knowing that she was within shouting distance if she needed them. They had no doubt that she would be safe, as they were deep within Bakra territory. With all the distance they’d covered yesterday afternoon, they were now only about a day’s walk to Bakra Castle. Otherwise, they’d never have let her go off on her own, no matter what she wanted. Both brothers had sensed her need to be by herself to examine what had happened the night before, so they hadn’t protested when she’d announced her intentions.
    He’d tensed when she’d taken her small pack with her, but relaxed slightly when he’d realized that she’d left her blankets behind. He didn’t think she’d run from them, but he didn’t want to take anything for granted.
    Jarmon’s head was still spinning over the fact that she was a virgin. Garrik had been blunt enough to ask her age while they’d eaten breakfast. She’d just laughed and told them that she was twenty. While he supposed it wasn’t unheard of, it was unusual for a woman of her age to at least not have had some kind of sexual relationship.
    “She’ll be all right.” Garrik’s voice broke his reverie.
    He hadn’t realized he was still staring at the empty path in front of him. Sighing, he turned to his brother. “I still can’t believe that she is untouched. At least she was until last night.”
    Garrik hunkered down by his blankets and began to roll them. “It is strange, especially for a woman with as much passion inside her as Genny.” Jarmon nodded absently. His brother was right. Genny was indeed a woman of great passion. She’d come so easily, embracing her need and taking what she wanted.
    His pants became unbearably tight. Swearing under his breath, he adjusted his cock to lessen the pressure.
    “Do you believe that the tapestry brought her?”
    “Yes. No. I don’t know.
    ” Jarmon raked his hands through his long hair in frustration. “She is hiding something. I know it in my gut and I see it in her eyes.” His eyes narrowed. “What it is, I don’t know.”
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    “Should we take her back to the castle?” Garrik tied the blankets to the bottom of his pack and leaned it against a tree. Standing, he brushed some dirt from his pants.
    Jarmon had been debating that very question in his own mind since he’d awakened with an aching hard-on. “It would take us a day to reach the castle. If we left now and walked all day, we would be there by nightfall. If she’s lying to us, we might be bringing trouble right inside our own home. If the tapestry did truly bring her, then this is already day two. I, for one, do not want to waste the time we have together walking.”
    “I agree, but shouldn’t we ask Genny? Perhaps she’d rather be somewhere that she could relax in a hot bath and eat a decent meal.” Garrik paused and a huge smile split his face. “Sleep in a large, soft bed.”
    In spite of his growing tension, Jarmon smiled. His brother did have a valid point.
    After all, Genny was a woman on her own—how much trouble could she actually bring to their home if they took her there? Maybe he was being overly cautious. “I will ask her.” His gaze wandered back toward