not being able to have her at all.
They struggled on, the underbrush so thick it was difficult to
walk, both of them with weapons in hand, mindful of the dangers
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around them. Jonathan was relieved and curious when they reached
the rise of ground and he saw that there were indeed openings. The
rock was riddled with holes, most of them too small for human
beings, but a few were promising. Skirting along the base of the
small mountain, he selected the biggest one he could find and went
about the process of lighting the driftwood they had brought as a
torch. The lack of light had kept Anthony and Charles from
actually exploring inside on their previous visit.
“Let us pray this is not a haven for a family of hungry
panthers,” he said, lifting the blazing wood in his hand. “I’ll go
first, but I swear, Charles, this is like when we hunted lions in
Africa. Run like the devil if we are confronted. One small knife
will not help us one wit, and if cornered in a cave, a leopard will
risk our fire to escape.”
“Who knows what other animals are around, too, my lord,”
Charles said helpfully. With his curly brown hair and dusting of
whiskers, he looked like a handsome dissolute young pirate.
“There could be creatures we don’t even dream exist.”
“Thanks. That bolsters my courage,” Jonathan shot back,
sending his companion a killing glare. “Be sure and get a
description for the scientists back home. They will want to study
this new specimen, especially if it devours me in a single gulp.
Here…I’m going in.”
Edging inside the gap, Jonathan lifted his light, finding the
space was too shallow and narrowed immediately. Backing out, he
picked another opening, this one smaller, but just the opposite, the
cave inside widening into a good-sized cavern that was thankfully
unoccupied, though there were droppings that indicated bats and
the ceiling rustled slightly at their entrance.
“A good possibility,” Charles murmured, “if you don’t mind
flying rodents.”
The floor was dry and even, and the space was remarkably cool
considering the heat and humidity outside. Jonathan lifted the
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torch, sweeping it around. “Twenty people could fit in here. I think
the four of us could weather a storm with ease. Jenna might not
like the company.” He glanced upward but the ceiling was actually
too high to see the mammals clinging there. “But she will adjust. A
few bats are better than being blown back into the ocean.”
“She liked the company last eve,” Charles said evenly.
“Standing sentry so close, neither the major nor myself could
escape hearing her scream your name. More than once, if I recall.”
Turning, Jonathan gave him a sardonic glance. “Remind me to
sleep farther down the beach. I have no interest in hearing her with
either of you.”
“We all have to stay close together,” Charles argued.
“Considering the leopard this morning, it was a good thing we
were there. And it isn’t so bad. In fact, she sounded to be so
breathlessly enjoying herself that it made me feel quite a bit better
about her offer. I have slept with refined ladies before, but they
have all been married and experienced. She is different.”
“Remarkable would be the word I would choose.” Jonathan
indicated with the torch he wanted to leave the cave. “I don’t bed
innocent young ladies either. But, luckily for all of us, she is very
sensual.”
Following him outside, Charles frowned. “How much do think
is simply being here? No rules, all of us barely dressed, our future
grimly looking like we will be here for a good long while, if not
forever. She is younger than any of us and more susceptible to the
environment. It is wild, untamed, and dangerous. Jungle creatures
mate at will—I see her that way—yielding to our desires because
there is no reason why she can’t and it will please us all.”
“I see you have thought about