Hunter spread the pallet and motioned for her to lie next to him. Keeping her back to him, she stretched out on the fur, putting as much distance between them as the pallet allowed. She felt him wrapping a length of her hair around his wrist and intertwining it in his fingers. She prayed he wouldn't touch her--not in front of Tom.
There was no God in heaven. A heartbeat later, Hunter's steely arm encircled her waist, and his large hand splayed beneath her breasts. The fur abraded her sunburned thigh as he slid her toward him, but that sting was nothing compared to the degradation. What would Tom think? Loretta knew well what he'd think, and she couldn't blame him. But what choice did she have?
There was no God in heaven. A heartbeat later, Hunter's steely arm encircled her waist, and his large hand splayed beneath her breasts. The fur abraded her sunburned thigh as he slid her toward him, but that sting was nothing compared to the degradation. What would Tom think? Loretta knew well what he'd think, and she couldn't blame him. But what choice did she have?
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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