Tapestries 03 - Woven Dreams by N. J. Walters Read Free Book Online Page B

they were more than a handful for sure.
    His own breathing was deepening and his cock was swollen, pressing hard against the placket at the front of his pants. Jarmon sucked in a deep breath and slowly released it. Talk first. His sexual needs could wait.
    He was struck by the silence around the campfire. It wasn’t a comfortable one. He could smell Genny’s fear permeating the air around them. He could feel the thick waves of lust pouring off himself and his brother. Shaking himself, he rolled up into a seated position again, bending one leg so that it blocked his erection from her view. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her any more than she already was.
    “Do you know about the tapestry?” She shook her head and glanced away, staring toward the woods. Interesting. Perhaps she knew more than she was letting on. No matter. Taking his time, Jarmon gave her a brief history of the tapestry. “So you see,” he continued. “The tapestry brings women from other times and places who do not fit in their own worlds. Women who have the ability to thrive here. The tapestry has already come twice in this lifetime. It brought Christina to the Garen brothers and then it brought Jane Smith to our family.”
    He smiled as he thought of Jane. If he brought Genny home, he had no doubt that Jane would have her full story within a matter of hours. His smile faded. As long as he was certain she wasn’t telling them the truth, he would not take her back to Bakra 31
    Castle. He would not risk the safety of his family. They had suffered enough. He did not think her malicious or cruel. Rather, she struck him as a woman who was afraid and on the run from someone or something. Pushing aside his concerns, he continued. “It has never been known to bring three perspective brides in one generation. This is indeed a blessing.”
    Genny was staring at him now, wide-eyed. “Three men to every one woman?”
    “In some cases. But because we are four brothers, we are allowed two wives. Our older brothers, Zaren and Bador, have Jane. We will have you.” He couldn’t shake the feeling that he hadn’t told her anything she didn’t already know. Maybe she was telling the truth, but he wasn’t convinced. He wanted her—his body made no secret of that fact—but he wouldn’t let down his guard around her.
    A horrible thought struck him. “You’re not married are you?” Maybe she was running from an abusive husband.
    “No!” she all but yelled before composing herself again. “No.” Her voice was low and steady. “I have never been married.”
    “Good. Then you have no objection to us trying to convince you to stay with us.” She shook her head back and forth. “No. I mean, yes, I do have objections. I won’t be staying.” Her hands were fisted in the fabric of her dress, but she kept her body still as if trying not to attract attention. It struck him as a natural pose for her, one she’d learned and used often.
    “Do you miss your home so much then, Genny?” Garrik kept his voice soft and inquiring.
    “No.” Once again she glanced away. She seemed to be struggling within herself over some issue. When she faced them again, she was calm and composed. Jarmon admired the way she was able to do so when she was obviously very afraid. Her courage pleased him.
    “Three days.” He’d had enough of talking around the subject. “For three days we wish to pleasure you, to be with you. It is our job to convince you to stay here with us, to marry one of us. But first we must pleasure you separately and together so you will know that you are compatible with both of us. If you stay, then you can make your choice as to which of us you wish to marry. The other brother still retains the right to share your bed one night a week, as I’ve already explained.” Genny jumped to her feet, her hands held out in front of her to ward them off. “No.
    I cannot.” Tears welled in her eyes.
    Both brothers stood slowly, neither of them wishing to