accent.
“Is that so?” he asked with a wink. He turned her to the others who had ridden up behind him. “Ana, these are my friends, Daman, Morcant, and Stefan,” he said, pointing to each of them in turn.
Her smile was wide as she held out her arm. “Welcome to our camp.”
Morcant was the first to dismount. He dropped the reins to allow his horse to graze and walked between two wagons into the center of the camp.
It didn’t take Stefan long to follow. Ronan saw the indecision on Daman’s face. It was long moments until Daman slid from his horse and gathered the reins of all four mounts to tether them together.
“I’ll keep watch,” Daman said as he sat outside the camp near a tree.
Ronan wrapped an arm around Ana, briefly wondering why Daman was suddenly wary of the gypsies. Then Ana rubbed her bountiful breasts against him, and Ronan forgot everything but his aching cock.
He didn’t give any of his friends a second thought as Ana took him to her wagon. Ronan wasted no time in quickly undressing her. His body was starved, and the gypsy was an enthusiastic and willing accomplice.
~ ~ ~
Ronan yawned, his body fully sated after hours in Ana’s arms. Damn, but the little gypsy knew how to wring pleasure from him. He was lucky to have found her. He closed his eyes and was lulled by the haunting melody of the violins being played around the camp’s fire.
He was drifting off to sleep when Ana snuggled against him, one leg thrown over his. She was tenacious about lying against him.
“When will we marry?” she asked.
His drowsy mind was yanked from the fringes of sleep. “Hmm?” Surely he hadn’t heard her mention marriage. Theirs was just a mutual meeting of pleasure.
He’d made sure to give her multiple orgasms. Wasn’t that enough? Marriage – or any long-term commitment – had never been uttered. He knew that for a fact.
“Marriage, Ronan,” she said, rolling the R in his name.
Now he was wide awake, a vise around his chest. His heart thumped, his blood pounded in his ears. Marriage was a word he never wanted associated with him, much less mentioned. It was something he intended never to partake in.
Ever.
He pretended to be asleep hoping Ana would drop the matter. It took great effort for him to remain where he was, and not jump up and ride far, far away.
All he had to do was convince her marriage was a bad idea. Then he would wait until she slept and leave. Never to return.
Perhaps he should have listened to Daman and not visited Ana this night.
She nudged him with a slight laugh. “Wake up, Ronan. You’ve come to see me for five nights now. You’ve shared my bed. You’ve eaten the food I’ve cooked. It’s time to speak with my family about what you plan to do.”
Do? What he planned to do was get up and leave. Aye. Fast. How had he gotten into this mess? He thought he’d be safe from any mention of the word marriage by dallying with the gypsies. Apparently he’d been wrong.
“Ronan,” she said louder.
He cracked open an eye, feigning sleep. “Aye?”
“Will we leave in the morning to meet your family?”
“Nay, sweet Ana,” he said and closed his eyes with a fake yawn. She had given him such enjoyment the last few days, he would let her down gently, and then pleasure her again before he left. Maybe a lie would be best. Yes, a lie. Something where he didn’t have to explain his family or his past – or his abhorrence to marriage.
“I’m promised to another.”
The bed moved as she flopped on her back and then sat up. Had he gotten out of the marriage business with just that small lie? Ronan sure hoped so.
He heard her moving about the small wagon. A brief look showed she was gathering her clothes. He’d remain until she was out of the wagon, and then he would sneak out. At least that was his plan until she sank onto the edge of the narrow bed after dressing and began to cry.
How he hated when women used tears. His mother and sister
“Is that so?” he asked with a wink. He turned her to the others who had ridden up behind him. “Ana, these are my friends, Daman, Morcant, and Stefan,” he said, pointing to each of them in turn.
Her smile was wide as she held out her arm. “Welcome to our camp.”
Morcant was the first to dismount. He dropped the reins to allow his horse to graze and walked between two wagons into the center of the camp.
It didn’t take Stefan long to follow. Ronan saw the indecision on Daman’s face. It was long moments until Daman slid from his horse and gathered the reins of all four mounts to tether them together.
“I’ll keep watch,” Daman said as he sat outside the camp near a tree.
Ronan wrapped an arm around Ana, briefly wondering why Daman was suddenly wary of the gypsies. Then Ana rubbed her bountiful breasts against him, and Ronan forgot everything but his aching cock.
He didn’t give any of his friends a second thought as Ana took him to her wagon. Ronan wasted no time in quickly undressing her. His body was starved, and the gypsy was an enthusiastic and willing accomplice.
~ ~ ~
Ronan yawned, his body fully sated after hours in Ana’s arms. Damn, but the little gypsy knew how to wring pleasure from him. He was lucky to have found her. He closed his eyes and was lulled by the haunting melody of the violins being played around the camp’s fire.
He was drifting off to sleep when Ana snuggled against him, one leg thrown over his. She was tenacious about lying against him.
“When will we marry?” she asked.
His drowsy mind was yanked from the fringes of sleep. “Hmm?” Surely he hadn’t heard her mention marriage. Theirs was just a mutual meeting of pleasure.
He’d made sure to give her multiple orgasms. Wasn’t that enough? Marriage – or any long-term commitment – had never been uttered. He knew that for a fact.
“Marriage, Ronan,” she said, rolling the R in his name.
Now he was wide awake, a vise around his chest. His heart thumped, his blood pounded in his ears. Marriage was a word he never wanted associated with him, much less mentioned. It was something he intended never to partake in.
Ever.
He pretended to be asleep hoping Ana would drop the matter. It took great effort for him to remain where he was, and not jump up and ride far, far away.
All he had to do was convince her marriage was a bad idea. Then he would wait until she slept and leave. Never to return.
Perhaps he should have listened to Daman and not visited Ana this night.
She nudged him with a slight laugh. “Wake up, Ronan. You’ve come to see me for five nights now. You’ve shared my bed. You’ve eaten the food I’ve cooked. It’s time to speak with my family about what you plan to do.”
Do? What he planned to do was get up and leave. Aye. Fast. How had he gotten into this mess? He thought he’d be safe from any mention of the word marriage by dallying with the gypsies. Apparently he’d been wrong.
“Ronan,” she said louder.
He cracked open an eye, feigning sleep. “Aye?”
“Will we leave in the morning to meet your family?”
“Nay, sweet Ana,” he said and closed his eyes with a fake yawn. She had given him such enjoyment the last few days, he would let her down gently, and then pleasure her again before he left. Maybe a lie would be best. Yes, a lie. Something where he didn’t have to explain his family or his past – or his abhorrence to marriage.
“I’m promised to another.”
The bed moved as she flopped on her back and then sat up. Had he gotten out of the marriage business with just that small lie? Ronan sure hoped so.
He heard her moving about the small wagon. A brief look showed she was gathering her clothes. He’d remain until she was out of the wagon, and then he would sneak out. At least that was his plan until she sank onto the edge of the narrow bed after dressing and began to cry.
How he hated when women used tears. His mother and sister
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