Hellion (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 7) by Jayne Fresina Read Free Book Online

than ever as he moved to fold
his arms across his chest.
    "He is quite alone," she whispered to
her escort, "I am safe, as you see."
    A quick but thorough assessment of the
yard behind Salvador assured her that all the other men were
inside. From the noise and laughter, they were enjoying a good
supper.
    Helene instructed her guard to turn
his horse and face the way they had come. He looked as if he might
argue, but then, after one more anxious glance at the "Demon", he
obeyed. She dismounted and walked up to the gate.
     
    * * * *
     
    So she came, and alone but for one
body guard. Interesting. What did she plan to give him?
    When she arrived at the gate, Lady de
Leon slid the hood of her cloak back and he saw that her hair was
loose again. He glanced over to be sure the guard was still turned
away. He was.
    Sal had opened his mouth to speak when
Helene suddenly put a finger to her lips and frowned hard at him
between the bars. He scowled back and she raised her right eyebrow
in high, slender arch.
    This was another first for Sal; he'd
never been silenced by a woman before.
    She looked him up and down swiftly and
then pointed to a strip of cloth he had tied around his arm to
cover that recent wound. What the devil—? Impatient, she gestured
that she wanted it, so he untied the cloth and passed it through
the bars.
    His makeshift bandage was then taken
to the man on the horse and he was ordered to tie it securely
around his eyes as an added precaution.
    "But keep your horse turned away," he
heard her command.
    Mystified, Sal watched all this,
thinking perhaps the woman had lost her mind after managing so long
alone.
    What she did next, however, made him
understand her need for all this and also caused him to stop
thinking about anything for several minutes.
    For Lady de Leon returned to the gate,
stood close and opened her long cloak.
    She was stark naked beneath
it.
    "See," she whispered. "I told you, if
you moved the fence, you would see."
    His gaze moved slowly, painstakingly,
from her face, down that proud neck to her breasts, her belly, her
pubic mound, her legs. Inside his breeches that over-eager beast
was instantly called to attention again. He made a move closer to
the bars, but she backed up a half step.
    " See !" she whispered again, eyes
flaring. "That is all."
    It felt like she'd reached through the
bars and grabbed him by the balls.
    Ah, the wench was indeed cunning. And
confident too if she thought one glimpse of her body would pay for
four feet of his land. As if he hadn't looked at many female bodies
of all shapes and sizes. What was special about hers?
    But since she was there he looked
anyway. Why not?
    Yes, her tits were perky, full orbs
with dark nipples. Very nice. The cooler night air made those
little berries taut, hardening as he watched. She had just moved
slightly and her breasts jiggled.
    Sal winced and sucked on his tongue
where he'd bitten it. His cock filled and stretched as he imagined
rubbing it between those glorious, milky bubbies. How dark his skin
would look against hers. There was a light sheen to her body, he
realized. And it was fragrant too.
    Her belly was softly rounded, her hips
well curved, and there, nestled between her legs, hidden by a
little pelt of silky hair—just a little darker than the hair on her
head—rested treasure. He stared down at it, at the shining, tight
curls where he wanted to bury his face.
    Damn woman kept her legs together, but
he wanted more. Needed to see more. He made a motion with his
hands, showing her that he wanted her thighs parted.
    Helene glanced back to be sure her
escort was still blindfolded and turned away.
    Sal growled through the
bars as he gripped them with both hands " See !"
    She glared crossly, but he didn't
care. The darkness of night was about to close fully in, and then
he had only the moon and a few lit rush torches to see her by.
There was no time to waste. He'd given the woman what she wanted.
Now it was his turn.
    Apparently she