Her eyes widened as she looked at Radnor. He continued to tease her nipples, tugging gently on them with his thumbs and forefingers.
“I want to fuck you while you suck Sednar’s cock.” Radnor released her breasts and slid his hands down her torso and between her legs, spreading them wide.
Both men waited. This very special woman held their fate in her hands.
Roxanne’s brain was whirling with the erotic images the brothers’ words evoked. She could easily imagine taking Sednar’s hard length into her mouth while Radnor buried his cock in her heated passage.
Every inch of her skin was sensitive. She felt alive and daring. She could do this. Why not? It was acceptable in this world. They were all adults. Roxanne wanted to store up every memory, every moment of her time with these men. She feared she’d never feel the same way about any man back on her own world. She frowned at the thought.
Radnor stroked her pussy with the tip of his cock, probing softly at her entrance. Thought fled, replaced by need. Right or wrong, she wanted this. Had to have it. These brothers had healed her wounded soul and she longed to give back to them in some way.
She opened her legs wider to encourage Radnor as she tugged gently on Sednar’s cock to get him to move closer.
Sednar supported her head and neck as he guided his shaft toward her mouth. She licked a pearly bead of fluid from the tip, letting her tongue trace the slit. Sednar groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Feeling totally in control, she twirled her tongue around his cock head as if it were a lollipop. She sucked it into her mouth and then slowly released it, making a wet, slurping sound as she did.
Sednar gave a strangled laugh. “Tease.” The way he said the word and the way he looked at her told her he didn’t mind in the least.
Smiling, she opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could, running her tongue over the prominent veins on his shaft.
She moaned as Radnor stroked his fingers over her clit. A second later, he slid into her snug channel, stretching her with the width of his cock. She squirmed as he held himself still inside her, allowing her inner muscles to relax around him.
The vibration of her moan caused Sednar to groan as the sensation shot through his shaft. She realized then that they were all connected when they were like this, one feeding off the pleasure of the other. It felt amazing and somehow right.
Radnor began to move between her thighs, pulling his cock almost all the way out before driving deep again. He lifted her hips, wrapping his fingers around her waist as he fucked her, alternating long, deep strokes with short, hard ones.
Sednar thrust his hips forward. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock to keep control over how far he went. She loved the salty, musky taste of him as she sucked his shaft into her mouth. She lapped at the underside with her tongue. Occasionally, she teased the bulbous tip before taking him deep again.
The scent of sex permeated the air around them. The bed frame shifted, the headboard hitting the wall as Radnor’s thrusts became hard and fast. Short strokes that pushed her to the edge and then over it when he caressed her clit with his thumb.
Her pussy tightened around Radnor’s cock as she came. He continued to pump his hips as he came too, filling her with his seed.
The sounds of her cries vibrated around Sednar’s cock. She felt the ripple of his shaft as he came in her mouth. She swallowed, trying not to choke. Sednar eased back before she panicked, making it easier for her. She lapped at his cock, giving it one final caress before releasing him. He lowered her head back to the bed.
She groaned when Radnor eased from between her thighs. Although he’d come, he didn’t feel any smaller as he withdrew. She felt totally wasted, utterly complete and surprisingly content.
Radnor rolled out of bed and padded toward the bathing chamber. Roxanne admired the flex of his buttocks as he moved. He could make a fortune as a model in her world. His back muscles were perfectly sculpted, narrowing as they ran from his shoulders to his waist.
The more time she spent here, the less strange it seemed to have both brothers in bed with her. A trickle of fluid ran down her thigh and she stopped breathing. They hadn’t used protection. Her entire body stiffened. What if she got pregnant? This wasn’t a dream. This was reality. She’d had unprotected sex several times. If she did get pregnant, she wouldn’t even know whose baby it was.
“Are you all right?” Sednar leaned over her, concern on his face.
Was she all right? She wasn’t sure. Radnor returned at that moment, washcloth in hand. With no warning, he dipped it between her legs, cleaning away the remnants of both their orgasms. She was too stunned to be embarrassed. After all, they’d seen every part of her several times now. It seemed stupid to feel shy now. He tossed the cloth aside and then lifted her, tucking her under the covers before climbing in beside her.
Sednar slipped under the covers to join them. He hadn’t forgotten his question and prompted her again. “Roxanne?”
“I’m fine.” She kept her gaze averted. Both men were much too observant for her liking. What would she do if she were pregnant? The thought of holding a brown-haired, brown-eyed baby in her arms filled her with longing. She wouldn’t mind a child at all. Maybe a boy who’d grow up to be as big and strong as his father. Maybe a girl with golden brown eyes.
How could she deprive the child of its father? Maybe she wasn’t pregnant. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, each one more confusing than the last. What should she do? Should she mention her concerns?
No, there was no point. Both brothers had made it abundantly clear that they wanted her to stay. Whatever choice she made was up to her.
Exhaustion made her yawn. Radnor threw his arm around her and leaned close. “Don’t worry so much. Everything will be fine.”
That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one faced with the almost impossible choice. What had been a clear-cut decision only yesterday morning was now a dilemma. Go or stay? She fell asleep to the argument raging in her mind.
* * * * *
Michael sat in the corner of the great room and observed the drunken melee taking place in the center. Shouts and curses rang out as flesh met flesh. The Luther brothers were lethal bastards. He was lucky he had something they wanted—Roxanne.
He lifted the tankard of sour ale to his mouth and sipped the bitter brew. He wondered what the faithless bitch was doing at this very moment. Was she spreading her legs for some other man?
His fingers tightened around the cup in his hand. His knuckles turned white and he forced himself to relax his grip. It didn’t matter what she did. She was his. He’d simply punish her for any infractions when he got her back.
The Luther brothers were a font of information. They had spies everywhere. One had returned earlier this evening with word that a woman fitting Roxanne’s description was at Craddock Keep. The Luthers seemed to have an ax to grind with these Craddocks, which was good for Michael. He hoped they all killed one another. As long as he got his hands around his sweet wife’s neck, he didn’t care.
The biggest problem facing him was how he was going to get back to his own time. He still couldn’t quite believe he was in another time and place, but there was no denying the obvious. Roxanne had been responsible for bringing him here. She’d damn well get him home too.
Satisfied, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, shutting out the brutal sounds of the fight beyond. With a smile on his face, he daydreamed about the reunion with his faithless wife. He couldn’t wait.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning, Roxanne was no further ahead in making her decision than she’d been the night before. She’d awakened alone, which surprised her. Both men had held her wrapped in their embrace all night. The strange thing was that she hadn’t felt smothered by it, but rather protected and cherished.
The sun streaming through the window told her that the morning was well underway. It was strange not to be watching a clock all the time or worried about a schedule. The d
ays here followed a natural rhythm that was quite soothing.
A low knock sounded on the door. Roxanne tugged the covers tight beneath her arms before answering. She didn’t think either Sednar or Radnor would knock. “Come in.”
An older woman bustled in, carrying a tray in her hands. Darrina. This was the woman who’d tended her when she first arrived.
“Morning, my lady.” The older woman gave her a slight curtsy before placing the tray on the table.
“Good morning, Darrina. Is it very late?” Roxanne noticed the robe placed at the end of the bed and silently thanked whichever brother put it there. Grabbing it, she slipped it on before sliding out of bed. When she had the robe belted tight, she headed to the table.
“The morning is almost gone.” Darrina hesitated as if she were about to say something. She firmed her lips and held her tongue.
Roxanne was curious as she glanced at the tray of food the woman had brought. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten much yesterday. “Was there something you wanted to say to me?” Roxanne was getting tired of the innuendoes and dark glances.
Darrina squared her shoulders and spoke in a low whisper. “You should leave here, my lady. The Craddock brothers are a cruel lot. Four of them, all older, are dead, rot their souls.”
Roxanne was taken aback by the venom in her tone. “Sednar and Radnor have been cruel to you?”
The older woman began to reply, then stopped. “Their brother, Leon, was a demon. He took what he wanted, not caring who he hurt. They raided and murdered. Planned to give their sister to the Luther brothers.” Darrina shivered and wrung her hands together. “They’re the vilest creatures ever born. Hamid, Bren and Lednar were no different than Leon.”
Roxanne was worried about the older woman, she was so pale. She pulled out a chair. “Sit, please.”
Darrina appeared startled. She glanced at the partially open door before perching on the edge of the chair, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.
“What happened to their sister?” She couldn’t imagine Sednar or Radnor being cruel to their sister. But, then again, she couldn’t have imagined Michael beating her either. Not at first.
“She ran away.”
“By herself?” That seemed dangerous in this wild world.
Darrina’s lips firmed. “Radnor helped her.”
Roxanne nodded encouragingly and the older woman continued. “She’s married now to one of the younger Bakra brothers. They’re good to her. Not like it was here. Leon worked her like a slave, he did.”
Her earlier hunger fled. “What about Sednar and Radnor?” She needed to know.
The older woman shrugged. “They mostly ignored her.”
“I see.” But she didn’t. Not really. Why hadn’t they helped their sister?
“It wasn’t safe to gainsay Leon about anything,” Darrina continued. “He’d beat anyone, even his own brothers.”
Roxanne swallowed hard. The brothers had grown up in an atmosphere of violence. That kind of situation bred even further violence more often than not. “What about now? What about since the older brothers died?”
Darrina frowned. “They built the land and the keep back up. It was in poor shape before, I can tell you. Things are more prosperous now.”
Roxanne felt her ire rising as she continued her questions. “Then why do all of you seem to fear them so much?”
“Because they’re Craddocks. The evil is in them somewhere just waiting to come out.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, getting angrier by the second. “So, they haven’t done anything in the past six years but build up the keep and tend to the lands.”
Darrina hesitated briefly before nodding. “Aye.”
“Then what you’re saying makes no sense. Truly evil people could not contain themselves for that long. You’d have seen evidence of cruelty by now.”
The older lady pushed back from the table. “I’m just warning you is all. It’s your choice. I only know what I’ve seen. I’ve lived here my entire life. It’s not safe for any woman in this family. They say that their father killed their mother. Of course, no one can prove anything.” On that note, Darrina left the room, obviously still agitated, closing the door softly behind her.
Roxanne sank down into the chair Darrina had abandoned, her mind sorting through everything she’d learned. She had to ask them about it. She bit her lower lip. What if it made them angry?
No, she had to trust them to tell her everything. Before the tapestry came back late tonight or early tomorrow morning, she had to know the truth.
Roxanne had just finished washing and dressing when a sharp rap came on the door and Sednar walked in before she could answer. “Would you like to go for a ride?”
“Yes, I would.” It would do them all good to have the upcoming discussion in private. “Is Radnor coming?”
Sednar inclined his head. “He’s saddling the horses.” He held the door wide as she swept past him.
“You should know that I’ve never ridden before.”
“Never?” She could hear the incredulity in his voice.
He sounded so appalled, she laughed. “It’s not quite that easy where I come from. I take the bus.” She glanced over her shoulder and saw him frowning. “Do you know what a bus is?”
“I do. I’ve heard stories from the other tapestry brides.” His palm was warm on her spine as he guided her down the stairs and out of the keep. “I can’t say I like much of what I hear about your world.”
“It has its good points, just like any place does.” His frown deepened. She wondered what he was thinking but there was no time to ask. Radnor waited in the courtyard seated on a huge horse, the reins of another held in his strong, capable hands.
“Come, Roxanne. It’s a beautiful day and the world awaits.” Radnor held out his hand. She went to him, eyeing the large black beast he was seated upon. The creature seemed well behaved. For now. She’d never realized just how large horses were before, had never had the opportunity to get so close to them before coming here. And this one was bigger than most.
She chewed on her bottom lip. “I’ve never ridden before.”
He reached down and lifted her, settling her in front of him. Once again, she was shocked by his casual show of strength. It took no effort at all to lift her off the ground. His chest was bare, as he wore his usual leather vest wide open, and his muscles rippled. The heat of his skin warmed her as she leaned into him. His brawny arms came around her, enclosing her in his protective embrace.
Sednar swung up onto the other horse and they were off. She gasped when the horse began to move.
“Relax and move with the animal,” Radnor instructed.
She released the breath she was holding and did as he said. It was incredible to feel such muscle and power beneath her. She almost giggled. She could say the same thing about Radnor.
They passed through the courtyard and the outer area. She wasn’t quite certain what it was called but it was surrounded by a low stone wall. People stared at them as they went. Some nodded in greeting. Others frowned.
She breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the open fields beyond. Tension slid away from her as the rocking of the horse soothed her.
Radnor caught her chin in his hand and tipped her face up. He lowered his head slowly. “Good morning, Roxanne.” He kissed her then. A leisurely caress that was an end unto itself. There was no pressure, just sheer enjoyment. When he finally lifted his head, she blinked up at him, her mind nothing but mush.
She gathered her wits and glanced around. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a lake not far from here. It’s a beautiful place.”
She’d seen the lake in the distance and had longed to see it up close. “Sounds wonderful.”
“It is.” Sednar continued to expound on the virtues of the land. Roxanne knew it was part of his ploy to try to convince her to stay.
Meanwhile, Radnor was quiet, keeping her safe in his arms as the horses and
riders passed the fields and entered the woods, following an obviously well-traveled trail. It was darker here, the sun barely able to penetrate the canopy of trees. The air was tinged with the smell of earth and pine. Birds chirped and flew overhead. Small animals scurried beneath the brush.
She was nervous at first. She was a city girl and had never been exposed to this much nature before. But when neither man showed any sign of concern, she relaxed and began to enjoy it.
It really was another world here. It was amazing how crisp everything looked, how sound carried through the air. She could hear the babble of a brook off to the left. Looking up, she stared up through the green canopy to the blue sky above. Puffy white clouds dotted the skyline. No smog here.
She wanted to ask them about their family, but this wasn’t the time to do so. There was something almost sacred, spiritual about the woods that made her want to keep silent. A sense of peace, of total calm enveloped her. Had she ever felt this way before?
She didn’t think so.
“Almost there.” Radnor’s voice was low as he guided the horse through an opening in the trees and into an open field. Tall grasses swayed in the breeze. A bevy of wildflowers released their perfume. And beyond was a lake, its dark surface rippling slightly.
“It’s incredible.” She didn’t try to hide the wonder she was feeling.
The horses walked across the field, stopping at the water’s edge. Radnor tightened his arms around her. “Craddock land ends just on the other side of the lake.” He pointed off to the left. “Bakra land is that way.”
“What’s off to the right?”
His grip tightened almost imperceptibly. “That’s Luther land. You don’t want to go there.” Radnor’s voice was hard, his words clipped.
Roxanne remembered what Darrina had told her about the Luther brothers and shivered. Radnor slid from his horse. “Easy, Xander,” he crooned as the horse shied slightly. She gasped and clutched the pommel of the saddle but there was no need. Radnor quickly swept her from the horse and set her safely on the ground.
Sednar came up behind them, a blanket and a satchel in hand. “I thought you might like to sit by the water and have something to eat.”
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