Boyett-Compo, Charlotte - WesternWind 01 - Wynd River Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    turned, with her still attached to his body, and slid down the trunk of the tree, barely noticing the
    roughness of the bark gouging his flesh or the splitting of his leather britches ripping at the inseam.
    Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and her breasts sticking to his sweaty chest. She
    seemed as loathe letting go of him as he was of her. To avoid having the soles of her feet scratched by
    the tree trunk, she had moved her feet to his hips as he began to squat so that her knees were under his
    armpits, pressed closed to his side.
    They sat like that until his cock slid from her wetness to lay its tired head against her thigh. Their
    breathing slowed, their foreheads pressed together, they were lost in a world of their own making.
    “So much for you going back east,” he said. “No way in hell is that going to happen now.”
    “I had nothing to go back to anyway,” she reminded him. She reached up to touch his lips. “Do you
    believe in the old saying ‘what will be, will be’?”
    “I believe in myself, wench, and that’s about the extent of my beliefs.”
    “I wasn’t afraid to follow you last night. Somehow I knew we were meant to be together.”
    “Aye, well, I normally would have put a hell of a lot of distance between me and the town I was last in,
    but last night I lagged behind,” he admitted. “I knew you’d follow me.”
    “You were waiting for me,” she said, stroking the cleft in his strong chin.
    “Aye, I believe I was.” He drew in a long breath then exhaled slowly. “I live in Eurus,” he told her. “I
    have a ranch there. You will like it.”
    She reached out to smooth back a lock of his damp hair. “Is that where you are from?”
    “I was sent from beyond the stars, wench,” he told her. “Many, many years ago.”
    Aingeal knew little of the world in which she lived and almost nothing about the all-powerful High
    Council who governed it. Since the war had devastated three-quarters of the world’s population, life on
    Terra had reverted to a time long before such things as star travel. The old ships might still be around but
    the knowledge of how to fly and fuel them had long been lost—just as it was with all the machinery that
    lay in ruins in the large cities beyond the plains of Terra.
    “Perhaps one day you will tell me of your life beyond this world,” she said, caressing his face.
    “Perhaps,” he agreed. He stared into her eyes for a long time then gently urged her to move off him.
    She stood up and stepped back, unselfconscious about her nudity as he looked at her. She knew her
    muscle tone was good, for hard work was part of a Jakotai woman’s life. Though she realized she was
    too thin, her breasts were large and her ass nicely rounded. Her hair fell to her hips in curly waves. She
    hoped her appearance pleased him.
    “You are beautiful,” he said, reading her thoughts.
    “Aye, but a bit cold,” she said, wrapping her arms around her.
    He waved his hand and once more the dark blue denim wrapped around her lovingly, clinging to her
    curves. This time he even provided a pair of leather boots, which fit her like a glove.
    “That’s a very handy trick, Cyn,” she said, grinning. “No need to spend money on fashion.”
    “You imagine it in your mind and I’ll provide it, wench,” he said, pushing up the tree. Once more he
    waved his hand and a new pair of black leather britches and black silk shirt covered his muscular body.
    “You want undies?” he asked, blushing. “If you do, just think what they look like and…”
    “No I’m getting used to the feel of my britches, but I do need a hat,” she suggested, and in the blink of
    an eye, a jaunty suede hat was perched atop her head.
    “Wanna a bandana too?” he asked, then provided a bright red paisley print that hung gently around her
    neck.
    “You are wicked! By any chance do you have the ability to conjure up breakfast for us?” she asked
    hopefully.
    He smiled and looked ten