Desperate (Harris Trilogy Book One) by Teresa Greene Read Free Book Online

could hear was someone playing “My Old Kentucky Home” on the harmonica, she decided it was safe to slip away and go to the nearby creek.
    The moon was shining brightly so Kate had no problem following the path to the creek that wound around the camp. She could hear the water flowing over the rocks making a calming noise. The moon reflected on the ripples of water soothing her nerves.
    She shed her clothes and removed the stiff binding hiding her breasts. It felt strange to undress in the open. In her cabin, she had always washed in the kitchen with a pan of water.
    Her skin itched from being wrapped with the strips of sheet and it felt fantastic to scratch her skin. A loud moan escaped her lips as she raked her fingernails over her irritated skin under her breasts where she had sweat. She had not removed the bindings since she had left home. 
    Wading into the creek, Kate prayed no one would see her. Uneasy, she kept looking over her shoulder expecting someone to be standing on the bank behind her. There was no privacy in a camp full of men. Perhaps she was being paranoid. There would be no reason for anyone to be at the creek this time of night.
    The shock of the extremely cold water caused her t o lose her breath. It took her awhile to adjust to the frigid temperature, but then it felt as if she were in heaven. Cool water lapped at her irritated skin. Sounds of crickets and the water running over the rocks lulled her into a calmness she had not felt since leaving her home.
    She d ucked under the water and lathered up her hands. It felt odd when she began to wash her short hair. She had not had time to come to grips with the fact her long, brown locks were gone. She stiffened her spine and whispered, “It’s only hair. It will grow back.”
    Kate to ok the cloth and lathered it with soap. She rubbed it over her tired, sore muscles. She closed her eyes and basked in the feel of the cloth against her skin. 
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    Lieutenant Mike Emerson couldn’t believe his luck. He had been watching Jake Monroe and decided to follow him when he saw him sneaking out of camp. He knew something just did not seem right about the young man. When he had fallen on him during training, he thought he felt breasts under his shirt. He knew his backside was much too curvy to be a man’s.
    Peeking over the rock he hid behind, he realized all his suspicions were warranted. Jake was a she. Now he was glad he did not force the young woman to remove her jacket earlier in the day. Someone may have come across them by the river. Here by the creek they would have some privacy.
    He stood stock still as he watched her bathing in the cold, creek water. Her body was beautiful. He could just make out her full breasts and the curve of her hips in the moonlight. Her breasts were exquisite. The nipples were puckered from the cold water and stuck straight out. They were firm and ripe.
    Mike’s eyes followed fa rther down to her small waist. His eyes stopped to rest on the juncture between her legs. There was just enough light for him to see the soft, brown hair between her legs. Oh, how he longed to touch her.
    He was hard as a rock and knew he would not find relief until he felt her body under him. It took all his willpower not to go to her. Watching as she washed her most intimate spots with the cloth, Mike thought he would die. He could tell by the expression on her face she was enjoying the feel of the water on her skin. He wanted to bathe her. Mike shivered uncontrollably at the sensations she was causing.
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    Kate finished her bath and stepped out of the cold water. She bent to pick up the towel she brought with her when she saw Lieutenant Emerson standing on the rocks above her. It took all the strength she could muster to stand her ground. Emaciated with fear her whole body trembled.
    “Wel l, well, what do we have here?” He looked boldly into her frightened eyes and smiled. “I can’t believe my luck. You are absolutely beautiful.”
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