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insubstantial. He grasped her tighter, but he could not hold her. She faded into the darkness of the night, lost among the stars…
    His cock jerked as spasms of pleasure rocked him. Cum sprayed from the tip, coating his stomach as he continued to pump his hand up and down the hard length.
    Gritting his teeth, he swallowed his cries of satisfaction.
    Spent, his hand slipped away, falling to his side. As his breathing slowed, the cool night air-dried the light sheen of sweat on his torso and face. He shivered, almost certain he could smell her perfume on the breeze. Sighing, he raked his hand through his hair.
    Rolling silently to his feet, he hitched his pants over his hips, grabbed his sword and slowly made his way to the river that was near their camp. He didn’t bother with his boots. The last thing he wanted was Garrik to wake up and question him. He snorted lightly. He hadn’t had this vivid a fantasy in quite a long time. Well over a year in fact.
    His bare feet made no sound as he all but glided across the mossy ground. The forest around him was alive as all the nocturnal creatures went about their business.
    Relaxing, he strolled onward, enjoying the peacefulness of the woods.
    Stepping through an opening in the trees, he stood quietly on the banks of the river and gazed around. When he was certain he was alone, he knelt on the rocky edge.
    Bending forward, he scooped up the cool water with his hands, letting it fall over his neck and chest. He reached behind him and tore a large, flat leaf from one of the many plants that grew along the river. Using it as a washcloth, he cleaned the sticky cum from his stomach.
    When he was clean, he laced his pants closed again and sat back on his heels. The woman from his fantasy was still with him, haunting him with her presence. If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel her behind him.
    Swearing, he stood, rubbing his ruined hand over his belly. It was naught but a figment of his imagination. No woman would have a man as maimed as he, especially 19
    not when Garrik was whole and hearty. He would have to be content with whatever time he could get with his brother’s wife, and that was even assuming that they ever found a woman who would take the two of them. The odds weren’t good, especially not when his older brothers already had a woman. Only time would tell if they would be as fortunate.
    Turning his back on the river, he quietly made his way back to camp and stretched out on his bedroll. Taking several deep breaths, he allowed the calm of the night to soothe him again as he drifted off to sleep.
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Chapter Three
    Garrik watched his brother out of the corner of his eye. It had been three days since they’d talked about Jarmon’s injuries and the battle that had caused them. He felt that they were closer now than they’d been since it had happened, but he didn’t think that they would ever reclaim what they’d had before.
    The incident had changed them both in so many ways. Physically, they were both stronger and more skilled. Because of Jarmon’s extensive injuries, he’d had to train harder to regain his muscle tone and dexterity. Garrik had trained alongside his brother, encouraging him, goading him and pushing him. As a result, they were both better fighters than before.
    Although Jarmon hadn’t really needed anyone to prod him. He’d been a man possessed this past year, training long after the rest of them had given up for the day. It was if he’d had something to prove to himself and to them all.
    They’d also lost that youthful feeling that they were invincible. They’d learned all too vividly that that was not the case. In many ways, what Jarmon had gone through in this past year had made men out of both of them. They were both more serious than they had been, although the biggest difference was in Jarmon. Before, he’d been the joker in the family, the one who was always making others laugh and smile. Now he rarely smiled and Garrik had yet to hear