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she couldn’t make heads or tails of it. They seemed to argue for a moment , with the smaller one, whom she dubbed Golden Grin because of his bright smile , which he blasted her way , talking rapidly while the big one, Mr. Kitty , shook his head. With a shrug, Golden Grin gave up.
    From a leather satchel strung around his neck, the big one withdrew a canteen. How modern of him. He offered it to her and after taking a cautious sniff, she drank of the tepid water , g ulped it actually. She also tore into the fruit and dried meat strips he handed her. Good to know they didn’t plan to starve her.
    Her chance to escape came when the big one mimed squatting and pointed to the bushes. A pee break? Carlie didn’t waste her puny urge to go on doing what he wanted. As soon as he turned his back to give her privacy, she took off running. More nimble than her size would have led people to believe, she leap ed through the foliage and made it a whole t en yards before getting reeled in by an arm around the waist.
    One arm , j ust one freakn’ arm around her waist , and he not only halted her , but lifted her straight up off the ground. Impressive didn’t even come close to describing it. It also proved that if she planned to escape, she need ed a better plan. And possibly wings , because Mr. Kitty didn’t put her back down. Instead , he stalked over to the base of a large tree and handed her up. His cohort, already perched on a branch , reached down to grab and haul her up. But they didn’t stop at the first wide bough. No sir e e Bob. Mr. Kitty vaulted up and swung himself onto the branch , then the next one, reaching for her once he landed. In tandem, they moved up several layers until they found a spot they liked. Then, back braced against the trunk, the big one sat down, legs slightly spread , and she ended up nestled between those rock hard thighs, an arm anchored around her waist, leaning back against a bare chest.
    She enjoyed it much more than the situation warranted. Enjoyed it – as in , nipples stood to attention, her body tingled , and her traitorous cleft moistened kind of way. Not a prude by any means, Carlie was nevertheless shocked by her body’s reaction. How dare it enjoy the brute’s closeness ? Good looks, hunky body or not, these men were kidnappers for G od’s sake , and obviously didn’t mean her any good. T hen again , they’d also not done her any harm , unless one ignored the kidnapping itself – and the fact they’re making a certain body part ache . But , back to the c apture of which she still couldn’t make heads or tails . Were they slavers? Cannibals? Or, no, surely she’d not stumbled across the mystical Moon Ghosts? Her sister Ruth would have pissed her panties in excitement. She’d lectured Carlie at length about the mystical tribe and their bride quests.
    Supposedly , the Moon Ghosts could change themselves in to jaguars , and using their stealth, stole girls as brides , leaving behind riches in their place. It would make a great movie, but Carlie was a realist. “Who are you and what do you want?” she asked, not expecting an answer. And she didn’t technically get one , unless the little voice in her head counted. But it only said four words. To make you ours . It was the visual afterward, though, that sucked the breath right out of her. Panting, sweaty, limbs sliding over limbs, three bodies intertwined…
    Great. She was a victim of abduction in the jungle, with non - English speaking, mostly naked hunks, and she apparently harbored weird delusions of threesomes. D espite the interesting visuals this conjured – and the fact her pussy practically screamed, “ Try me! ” – neither man laid a sexual hand on her. Actually, the second guy dropped out of sight , leaving her alone with the big guy, who sported an impressive erection at her back. Hard - on or not , though, his hands didn’t roa m. A shame or a blessing? She couldn’t have honestly said.
    Carlie didn’t expect to