wickedly sexy ideas."
He smiled slyly. "So you've said before. Can we share you?"
Another climax rocked her. Catching her breath seemed to take far too long. "Yes. Definitely."
Jason reached between their bodies and stroked at her sensitive clit, making her gasp. "The shower next."
She arched up off the mattress, her senses in overdrive. Oh, yes.
Chapter Eight
Two days later
Jason snuggled up behind her and Samara smiled. She still wasn't sure if what she was doing was depraved or not, but it felt right.
All those stories about Dad growing up in a commune rubbed off on me? She supposed it was possible.
Eva breezed into the room without knocking. She started bustling around, then turned toward the bed with a grin.
Samara gaped, waiting for a reaction. Eva crossed her arms under her chest and started tapping one foot on the thick carpet. Before Samara could form words, Eva was issuing orders.
"You two are supposed to be at the field already. Report time was ten, as I recall. Instead, you're here, putting Samara behind schedule. She has to bathe and eat before we take her to the stadium, you realize. Get up. Go on. Move, before the coach benches you for the game." She waved her arms in wide arcs toward the hall door.
Samara's cheeks flamed. "Could you—"
James sighed dramatically. "Very well." He turned and laid a lingering kiss on Samara's lips. "We'll continue later?"
She nodded, breathless, her body throbbing in want of immediate consummation.
Jason appeared over her as James retreated. There was nothing soft and slow about his kiss. It seemed he was intent on defying Eva and seducing Samara right in front of her, just to prove he could.
When he pulled away, she moaned in protest.
"Until then." It sounded like a promise.
"Up." Eva pointed to the door imperiously.
They're naked.
That didn't seem to bother James and Jason. They eased out from beneath the quilt, collected their clothes, then made their way out of the room, delightfully nude and erect. James offered an irreverent little wave for Eva on the way.
Eva turned her head to watch them go, and Samara cringed, anticipating the explosion of anger or disgust that was likely coming.
"Mmm-mmm." Eva purred when the door closed behind them. "Those two have gorgeous asses."
"And cocks. And everything else." It was out before Samara could rein herself in.
Eva started laughing, doubling over, her face going scarlet.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Samara grumbled.
"Wrong with you?" Eva's eyebrows bunched in a look of confusion. "Don't you enjoy your time with James and Jason?"
Samara's cheeks burned in embarrassment. That would be the understatement of the century.
Eva laughed heartily, collapsing at the foot of the bed. "Oh, Samara. You are just a hot-blooded Alpha."
"Not the term my mother would use."
Why should I care what she thinks? I shouldn't. She's a prude. Worse, she's a hypocrite masquerading as a prude. It felt good to acknowledge that.
Eva sighed. "Your mother isn't our kind. No offense, but she can't understand running barefoot in the meadow under the bright lovers' moon."
"She doesn't even like walking barefoot in the park in full daylight." She loathes nature. We couldn't be more different.
"You see. Our people are free and wild. We are true to ourselves, our innate natures, and to our communities and the natural world we are brothers and sisters to."
"Are we some sort of upscale Romani gypsies? Or maybe Native Americ…well, native tribesmen from wherever?"
Eva smiled. "Close. More than two and a half millennia ago, we started as two separate groups. One was from Eastern Europe—close friends and sometimes kin to the Romani, actually. The other was from mainland Greece."
Samara settled in to hear the rest. This was the most information she'd ever gotten about their people.
"The early ones… They were stupid and shortsighted. Rather than working together, they went to war. It took more than four centuries to resolve
He smiled slyly. "So you've said before. Can we share you?"
Another climax rocked her. Catching her breath seemed to take far too long. "Yes. Definitely."
Jason reached between their bodies and stroked at her sensitive clit, making her gasp. "The shower next."
She arched up off the mattress, her senses in overdrive. Oh, yes.
Chapter Eight
Two days later
Jason snuggled up behind her and Samara smiled. She still wasn't sure if what she was doing was depraved or not, but it felt right.
All those stories about Dad growing up in a commune rubbed off on me? She supposed it was possible.
Eva breezed into the room without knocking. She started bustling around, then turned toward the bed with a grin.
Samara gaped, waiting for a reaction. Eva crossed her arms under her chest and started tapping one foot on the thick carpet. Before Samara could form words, Eva was issuing orders.
"You two are supposed to be at the field already. Report time was ten, as I recall. Instead, you're here, putting Samara behind schedule. She has to bathe and eat before we take her to the stadium, you realize. Get up. Go on. Move, before the coach benches you for the game." She waved her arms in wide arcs toward the hall door.
Samara's cheeks flamed. "Could you—"
James sighed dramatically. "Very well." He turned and laid a lingering kiss on Samara's lips. "We'll continue later?"
She nodded, breathless, her body throbbing in want of immediate consummation.
Jason appeared over her as James retreated. There was nothing soft and slow about his kiss. It seemed he was intent on defying Eva and seducing Samara right in front of her, just to prove he could.
When he pulled away, she moaned in protest.
"Until then." It sounded like a promise.
"Up." Eva pointed to the door imperiously.
They're naked.
That didn't seem to bother James and Jason. They eased out from beneath the quilt, collected their clothes, then made their way out of the room, delightfully nude and erect. James offered an irreverent little wave for Eva on the way.
Eva turned her head to watch them go, and Samara cringed, anticipating the explosion of anger or disgust that was likely coming.
"Mmm-mmm." Eva purred when the door closed behind them. "Those two have gorgeous asses."
"And cocks. And everything else." It was out before Samara could rein herself in.
Eva started laughing, doubling over, her face going scarlet.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Samara grumbled.
"Wrong with you?" Eva's eyebrows bunched in a look of confusion. "Don't you enjoy your time with James and Jason?"
Samara's cheeks burned in embarrassment. That would be the understatement of the century.
Eva laughed heartily, collapsing at the foot of the bed. "Oh, Samara. You are just a hot-blooded Alpha."
"Not the term my mother would use."
Why should I care what she thinks? I shouldn't. She's a prude. Worse, she's a hypocrite masquerading as a prude. It felt good to acknowledge that.
Eva sighed. "Your mother isn't our kind. No offense, but she can't understand running barefoot in the meadow under the bright lovers' moon."
"She doesn't even like walking barefoot in the park in full daylight." She loathes nature. We couldn't be more different.
"You see. Our people are free and wild. We are true to ourselves, our innate natures, and to our communities and the natural world we are brothers and sisters to."
"Are we some sort of upscale Romani gypsies? Or maybe Native Americ…well, native tribesmen from wherever?"
Eva smiled. "Close. More than two and a half millennia ago, we started as two separate groups. One was from Eastern Europe—close friends and sometimes kin to the Romani, actually. The other was from mainland Greece."
Samara settled in to hear the rest. This was the most information she'd ever gotten about their people.
"The early ones… They were stupid and shortsighted. Rather than working together, they went to war. It took more than four centuries to resolve
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