How did his brother manage to get himself in such a predicament?
He entered the house and stood frozen to the spot outside his bedroom door. Amber was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, wearing a thin nightgown, in the process of lighting a lamp to carry into her room. She must have had to leave her room to fill the lamp. The light from the lamp illuminated her figure through her thin garment, causing him no end of discomfort. He made up his mind at that moment that that night would be the night he'd do it.
When she began to turn his way, he ducked quickly into his room, but neglected to close the door, as he didn’t want her to know he was at home. He came out when he heard her bedroom door close.
At that moment, Charles came into the house with Clint, and he followed them into the sitting room. He noticed through the space beneath her door that Amber had just turned her lamp off.
“Charles, go to her door and ask her if you might come in,” Garrett said.
Charles smiled at his brother and walked to Amber’s door.
“Amber, may I come in?” he asked.
“Yes. Of course you may,” she called out.
Garrett put out the lamp that had been lit in the sitting room so she wouldn’t see him when he entered, and then slipped into her room.
Chapter 9
Garrett fumbled in the dark as he tried to make his way to her bed. He sat down on the edge, near her waist, and took one of her hands in his.
“Are you ready to consummate our marriage?” he whispered, keeping his head bent downward.
“I’m glad you came,” Amber whispered back.
Now that Garrett’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could see her, he knew there was a chance she might also recognize him, so he rolled over her body to lie beside her, and kept his face hidden by a pillow. He wondered what he was doing there. Was he really about to consummate his brother’s marriage?
Before he thought about it too much and wound up changing his mind, he reached over, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her against him. Good gracious, she felt wonderful. He could feel her warm body through the thin fabric. Closing his eyes, he visualized what she'd looked like earlier, when he saw her in the lamplight, and he pulled her closer still. He said a silent prayed that God would forgive him this one last time for sinning with a woman.
This favor for Charles would be no burden for him. Without doing anymore thinking, he found her lips and kissed her, gently at first. He groaned and kissed her again, this time with all the feeling he'd been bottling up. To his delight, she returned his kiss with as much passion as he’d given her. Moving from her lips, he kissed her beneath her ear, on her neck and then he rushed back to her lips. He kissed her again and again, each time deeper, and with increased frenzy. His body soon took charge and he instinctively moved on top of her, still kissing her passionately. She had to know how ready and willing he was. He’d never tasted lips so sweet in his life, and her kisses made him wild with desire for her.
As Amber prepared for bed, she wondered if Garrett had had an opportunity yet to speak with Charles about intimacy. No sooner had she thought about it, then she heard his voice outside her bedroom door, asking for admittance, and she quickly and eagerly gave her consent.
She watched him as he entered the room. Her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and she was able to see that he was taller and more muscular than Charles. Whatever was going on? Rather than say something, she decided to keep still and wait. It had been Charles’s voice asking if he could enter, of that she was sure.
He sat down on the bed and took her hand. He asked her in a whisper if she was ready to consummate their marriage. Whispering didn’t seem like something Charles would do.
Just before he swung onto the bed beside her, she recognized him—it was Garrett! What should she do?
Before she'd had the