Captive Heroes by Jan Springer Read Free Book Online Page A

strong chin, the firm set of his full mouth spoke of self-control. Tension oozed off him as he settled her upon the ground ever so gently, an indication that maybe he wouldn’t hurt her at all.
    She couldn’t help but drop her gaze to hungrily scan those scars lacing his muscular chest, which was dusted with a soft shadow of hair. Once again heat flared deep inside her vagina, sending her senses whirling into erotic mode.
    Shit! All that masturbating was for naught. She was more aroused than ever! And it didn’t even seem that she cared about escaping after all. She was nuts! She had to be. She resisted the sudden urge to slap this man silly for making her throb with such intense need for him.
    “We go now. Stay silent,” he said coolly. The hands wrapped around her waist slipped away, and then his fingers intertwined with hers and he held tight as he pulled her along behind him.
    Fuck! The powerful grasp of his strong fingers captured her full attention and sent conflicting emotions spiraling through her. Dazed excitement at having him rescue her and feminine relief at having such a big, muscular man protecting her.
    Most of all, though, erotic-sweet fear had slipped into her bloodstream at the rock-hard, huge erection he was toting for her. For sure he’d been watching her masturbate.
    His intentions for rescuing her were clear. And if she were to accommodate his blatantly demanding cock? What then? Would he let her go? Or would he turn her into a submissive sex slave?
    She wasn’t sure if he would agree to help her find her sisters and brothers. She didn’t really care about anything but having him thrusting between her thighs. Her emotions had once again gone haywire. She was in trouble.
    Big trouble!
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    She still had no idea who in the world she was, where she came from or how she got lost in this god-forsaken jungle. Looking down at the silver medical alert bracelet, she couldn’t so much as fathom a memory.
    Kinley Hero . The name felt right as she said it over and over in her head. The name belonged to her, yet she couldn’t think of a reason of why she was lost in this jungle. She remembered bursts of flames dancing on the water, the smell of fuel, her swimming with two other women. The blonde-haired woman with the startling blue eyes had told her to stay with the unconscious one, and then Kinley had awoken to that Blackie man fucking her senseless with his fingers.
    After killing the brute who’d tried to rape her, she’d seen the horror in Blackie’s dark eyes. Stabbing her attacker had happened so fast everything around the incident was hazy. Blackie would most likely want revenge against her for killing his friend. Yet he was the only person she could think of to get her out of this jungle. Keeping close to him even though he continued to track her made her hope that sooner or later, he would tire of her and head out to civilization. She’d be right behind him. That is, if she could keep from being captured by him.
    She just needed to stay close to him and not get caught. Close enough so she could watch his evening bathing ritual, but at the same time not be seen. Spying on him was the highlight of each night.
    Between the huge ferns, she lay on her tummy on the soft warm moss, her elbows upon the ground and her hands tucked beneath her chin.
    The water sparkled as he stood knee-deep in the river and washed himself about forty feet away. The gentle, slow strokes as he lathered the corded, tanned muscles on his chest mesmerized her.
    Magnificent beast.
    A fissure of guilt sliced through her over the stab wound on his shoulder. He hadn’t covered it and the angry, red gash was a constant reminder of how violent she could be when threatened.
    Quickly she brushed aside her guilt. He’d had it coming. If he’d been nice, like the first time he’d had her, she would have been more accommodating. But he’d scared her with his brutality. Instinctively she’d panicked and defended