fried.
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Melissa’s icy body began to feel as it was
on fire. She wondered how she could feel chills from the falling
temperature and hot flashes at the same time. His hand lingered too
long on her chest but she didn’t open her eyes to argue the point.
She couldn’t win and after a while she didn’t think she wanted to.
Without warning, she was swept up into his strong arms and carried
to the small path of grass. He placed her on her feet and held her
shaking body that had long ago lost the fight.
“I will warm you.”
And he did. Melissa found being wrapped
securely in his warmth was exciting but nerve wracking. His male
organ pressed into her tenderly and she didn’t know what to do. She
couldn’t believe how warm his body was; the cool water and breeze
hadn’t affected him at all. He doesn't
sweat and he doesn’t get chills; this is not
a man but a god. Her reasoning at that point made her
believe this was why he had such a strange
effect on her.
She sighed. What could she do but be
brave?
He moved from her and her warm skin was
shocked again by the chill of the cool breeze. But what
thunderstruck her more was watching him bend over to pick up her
torn dress. Melissa wasn’t looking at his face now and Blue Thunder
was the first man she had ever seen naked and she stood transfixed.
As quickly as he bent to pick up her discarded dress, he turned
caching her with her mouth agape. His manhood was still swollen
from desire and her eyes widened at the sight of him.
“Don’t be frightened, little one, I will not
hurt you.”
Melissa misunderstood him, thinking he meant
he would not beat her for not obeying his orders to bathe. He
turned her around and began drying her long tresses with her dress,
making her frown; once again he put on his chameleon disguise. She
wondered what she would wear. Even though the days were hot, she
didn’t want to roam the countryside in her unmentionables. But what
she wanted lately didn’t seem to matter.
“Now hair only damp. Come, take water and
pat on face. I break blisters to release poison. More salve make
face look better tomorrow.”
“May I put on some clothes first?” she
simply stated, trying to hold onto a smidgen of dignity.
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“I like Honey Eyes just this,” but nodded.
“You cover yourself but not with filthy clothes. We wash in stream,
they will dry by morning. I get horse blanket.”
Horse blanket?
She clenched her fists by
her side. “You don’t want me to wear soiled undergarments but you
will wrap me in a horse blanket.” And then it hit her. Horse blanket? Puzzled,
she shook her damp head. “Where did you get the blanket? Never
mind!” she snapped, waving her hands over her head. “I’d rather not
know,” she griped.
“I would rather smell horse’s scent than
dirty clothes,” he rebuked and turned away. She was so frustrated,
she swore under her breath.
After catching a rabbit, Blue Thunder built
a fire and asked her to clean it. “Cleaning animal’s woman’s work,”
he informed, his jaw set with determination. “Man hunt, woman
clean.”
He stood over her, his
hands on hip. Melissa looked at him as if he had two heads. Arrogant ape! She bit
her tongue knowing she’d be wasting her breath. Her insults bounced
off his broad shoulders easily, anyway. Then she recalled the
feeling of those strong shoulders and arms around her. Damn him! She had to
stop having unladylike thoughts. She swallowed and tried to make
her voice sound as unnerved as her insides were.
“That may be where you come from but all the
animals I’ve cooked were cleaned before I put them in the pot.
Clean your own rabbit. I’m not your Indian squaw!”
“No, you are slave… so clean!” he
ordered.
He pointed a demanding finger at her,
holding the bloodied animal in front of her face, causing her to
wince. She turned. “Take it away or I’ll be sick.”
That maddening red man grunted, “White woman
too soft. I teach, you learn.”
She shook her
64
Melissa’s icy body began to feel as it was
on fire. She wondered how she could feel chills from the falling
temperature and hot flashes at the same time. His hand lingered too
long on her chest but she didn’t open her eyes to argue the point.
She couldn’t win and after a while she didn’t think she wanted to.
Without warning, she was swept up into his strong arms and carried
to the small path of grass. He placed her on her feet and held her
shaking body that had long ago lost the fight.
“I will warm you.”
And he did. Melissa found being wrapped
securely in his warmth was exciting but nerve wracking. His male
organ pressed into her tenderly and she didn’t know what to do. She
couldn’t believe how warm his body was; the cool water and breeze
hadn’t affected him at all. He doesn't
sweat and he doesn’t get chills; this is not
a man but a god. Her reasoning at that point made her
believe this was why he had such a strange
effect on her.
She sighed. What could she do but be
brave?
He moved from her and her warm skin was
shocked again by the chill of the cool breeze. But what
thunderstruck her more was watching him bend over to pick up her
torn dress. Melissa wasn’t looking at his face now and Blue Thunder
was the first man she had ever seen naked and she stood transfixed.
As quickly as he bent to pick up her discarded dress, he turned
caching her with her mouth agape. His manhood was still swollen
from desire and her eyes widened at the sight of him.
“Don’t be frightened, little one, I will not
hurt you.”
Melissa misunderstood him, thinking he meant
he would not beat her for not obeying his orders to bathe. He
turned her around and began drying her long tresses with her dress,
making her frown; once again he put on his chameleon disguise. She
wondered what she would wear. Even though the days were hot, she
didn’t want to roam the countryside in her unmentionables. But what
she wanted lately didn’t seem to matter.
“Now hair only damp. Come, take water and
pat on face. I break blisters to release poison. More salve make
face look better tomorrow.”
“May I put on some clothes first?” she
simply stated, trying to hold onto a smidgen of dignity.
65
“I like Honey Eyes just this,” but nodded.
“You cover yourself but not with filthy clothes. We wash in stream,
they will dry by morning. I get horse blanket.”
Horse blanket?
She clenched her fists by
her side. “You don’t want me to wear soiled undergarments but you
will wrap me in a horse blanket.” And then it hit her. Horse blanket? Puzzled,
she shook her damp head. “Where did you get the blanket? Never
mind!” she snapped, waving her hands over her head. “I’d rather not
know,” she griped.
“I would rather smell horse’s scent than
dirty clothes,” he rebuked and turned away. She was so frustrated,
she swore under her breath.
After catching a rabbit, Blue Thunder built
a fire and asked her to clean it. “Cleaning animal’s woman’s work,”
he informed, his jaw set with determination. “Man hunt, woman
clean.”
He stood over her, his
hands on hip. Melissa looked at him as if he had two heads. Arrogant ape! She bit
her tongue knowing she’d be wasting her breath. Her insults bounced
off his broad shoulders easily, anyway. Then she recalled the
feeling of those strong shoulders and arms around her. Damn him! She had to
stop having unladylike thoughts. She swallowed and tried to make
her voice sound as unnerved as her insides were.
“That may be where you come from but all the
animals I’ve cooked were cleaned before I put them in the pot.
Clean your own rabbit. I’m not your Indian squaw!”
“No, you are slave… so clean!” he
ordered.
He pointed a demanding finger at her,
holding the bloodied animal in front of her face, causing her to
wince. She turned. “Take it away or I’ll be sick.”
That maddening red man grunted, “White woman
too soft. I teach, you learn.”
She shook her
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