Garden of Desire: 1 by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online Page B

he said, “…since you’re planning to stay the night, Martha.”
    Martha smiled and lifted her arms to brush the girl’s long dark hair. “Suit yourself. We’re getting to know each other.”
    Cantor watched each stroke of the brush. The slow movement pulled Martha’s shift taut against her generous breasts, revealing the luscious curves and hard points. Violet’s eyes closed and she sighed with pleasure.
    Hunger gripped his loins. He was a drowning man.
    Martha slid him a sideways glance. “Of course, you’ll put the word out the other men shouldn’t expect a welcome, here. Violet needs her sleep.”
    Other men? Cantor could imagine stepping into the dorm and the men fleeing out the back as quick as rats to present themselves at his cabin’s doorway. Double damn! He couldn’t leave the women unprotected. Could he?
    Violet opened her wide, almond-shaped eyes and smiled at him. “Are you feeling well, Can- torr ? You look a little flushed. Are you warm?”
    On fire, he was! Thank God, she didn’t understand what she did to him just saying his name. The poor thing would be terrified.
    “Why don’t you have a seat,” Martha said, nodding toward the empty side of the bed. “Violet’s right. You don’t look well. Besides, you haven’t gotten a chance to talk to Violet, yet. You should make an effort to know her since she’ll be sharing your cabin.”
    This time, he didn’t imagine Martha’s mischievous smile. The minx knew how uncomfortable he was and was exacting a fiendish revenge! That revelation set his back up, and gave him something other than his cock to think about. What was she up to?
    Cantor walked to the bed and sat down. Sliding his legs onto the mattress, he grabbed a couple of the pillows to wedge against the headboard and sat back, pretending a nonchalance he didn’t feel.
    “Tell me about yourself, Violet,” he said, all the while watching Martha’s profile as she continued to stroke the girl’s hair.
    Martha’s lips thinned, almost imperceptibly. His attentions to the girl bothered her.
    “There is not much to tell,” the girl said, in her lovely, lilting tones. “I lived a quiet life with my mother and my aunts.”
    “What of a father and uncles?”
    “Uncles?” She giggled. “I have no uncles. Only my mother and my aunts and my forty-three siblings.”
    “Right. You were raised in a ha’arem .” Where women are trained to serve men. He didn’t want to think about what she had learned from the women of her household, or the fact that she’d had her menses since she was ten. He struggled for another topic. “What have you and Martha been up to, today?”
    Again, the girl giggled like chiming bells. “We have been sharing what we know.”
    What the hell did that mean? With Martha’s cheeks turning bright as berries, he could only imagine the worst. “And what have you learned, Violet?”
    A playful smile placed dimples in her cheeks. “That men love to have their scrotum tongued, but having their anuses breached makes them very nervous.”
    Cantor coughed, which thankfully stifled a groan. Good God!
    Martha’s shoulders shook with her muffled laughter.
    Finally in control of himself, he roared at Martha, “What the hell are you teaching this girl?”
    “Me?” she asked, her hand pausing mid-stroke. “I’ve been agog all afternoon learning all sorts of exotic ways to bring a man to—how was it you phrased it, Violet?” She turned to look him directly in the eye. “I remember now—’to a state of heightened agitation prior to ejaculation’.” She winked at him.
    “You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
    “Nice curtains,” she said, with her eyes wide and innocent.
    “Shit!” His cock was strangling inside his pants, so ready to burst just a whisper of a touch would make him explode. The one woman he could have teased him mercilessly, and the one he couldn’t have just said a man liked to have his scrotum tongued. Hell, yes! His life couldn’t get