“All right, you two!” Sandy climbed to her feet and took each of us by the hand to lead us towards the hallway. “First, let’s share a shower. Then, strawberries and champagne. Then, I want to see Gena get fucked. We have all night and this is only a beginning.”
Arm in arm we started towards the bathroom in the hallway.
“Lance, Sandy,” said Gena in a faux deep voice, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
“Bitch!” I screamed and leapt after her already running and laughing figure, “You stole my line!”
Behind us, Sandy just smiled and wondered what she had gotten herself into.
DREAM LOVERS
Prologue
Ganaoque, Ontario, 2008
The last thing Pajackok “Jack” Runningwater and his cousin Ragtow were expecting to see come out of the mighty St. Lawrence River was a waterlogged Indian woman wearing period clothing from the early 1800’s. They’d come out to the old homestead on the edge of the reservation to assure everything was locked down tight for the winter.
But they both rushed forward to help the wet woman.
“Are you okay?” Ragtow took one arm while Jack helped guide the trembling woman onto more solid ground. Over her head they exchanged glances. Could this be the woman they’d been told would come? Achak, their spiritual advisor, had warned them their souls would never be at peace until they found their woman, the one who’d renew their bloodline. He’d said not only did the men needed her for balance-so did their people.
“Thank thou. Thou are most kind.” The soft sounding voice seemed at odds with the slender woman. Finally Ragtow couldn’t wait any longer. He had to know.
“Did the Great Spirit send you to us?”
Lifting her head, Orenda gazed at both of them. “No. I’m here for other reasons, but I bring you news and a prophesy. She who is for you both shall come. Be patient.”
Both men swore as the woman collapsed between them.
Chapter One
Northern New York Territory, 1816
They came to her in a dream. Standing in the opening of an unfamiliar longhouse, their shadows stood as if awaiting her acknowledgement. Pushing back the furs which had kept her warm throughout the cold Canadian night, she left the pallet assuming the two men were in need of the healer. The war between the colonies and England had been vicious. But her people had been favored when, after the war, George Washington had granted her people, The Onieda, the tract of land in New York State lying next to the border with Canada, for their help during the war. Although the War of 1812 had finally ended last year, it wasn’t uncommon to have injured seamen arrive seeking medical help from her. All knew the Onieda would help if the need arose.
Despite the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, her instinctive need to heal ruled her. She ignored her surroundings as she pulled on her buckskin coat over her long flannel nightgown and stomped her feet into her beat-up low-heeled boots. They’d been a gift from a thankful soldier the past winter and they kept her feet much warmer than anything else she’d worn. She glanced longingly at the soft moccasins next to them, but practicality told her the boots were a better choice for trudging through the snow. When she did look up, everything seemed eerily familiar even though she’d never been inside a longhouse in her life. It was definitely not the same as the rushes and bark covered wigwam she’d grown up in.
“Are thou in need of a healer?” Deftly parting and braiding her hair, she was unaware of their closeness until they were upon her. Her half-braided hair fell from her fingers as surprise flowed over her. They were not Iroquois nor were they white men- they were Algonquin.
“We need you.” The taller of the two stepped forward and placed his hands on her coat. Her protest caught in her throat as it slipped off her shoulders at his gentle urging. He leaned forward and inhaled sharply. “You smell of fruit, ma puissance, and good enough to eat. ”
She barely had time to notice the beautiful porcupine roach dangling from one of his braids as his dark eyes filled with desire before his mouth covered hers. All thoughts of protest flew out of her head as his firm lips brushed across hers. Nerve endings sizzled and came to life. She felt as if she’d been surrounded by pure strength as he effortlessly held her in his arms. The lean length of his body against hers had her trembling with need. When his tongue traced over the seam of her lips, she parted them without much thought, eager to taste the strength under her hands. She’d barely had time to savor the touch of his tongue against hers before the other man interrupted them.
“You’ve had your taste, Jack. It’s now my turn.” He easily pulled her out of his rival’s arms and into his. She had a glimpse of free-flowing hair and another pair of needy eyes before his mouth covered hers. Her eyes closed as pure pleasure, instead of decreasing at the switch, built even higher. What was happening to her?
“So little patience, Ragtow.” The sound of Pajackok’s amused voice barely penetrated the sensual fog surrounding her.
Now pressed against Ragtow, she could tell he wasn’t as tall the first man and was broad where the other man was lean. While both were strong, the second man set her on fire as his lips nibbled and nipped at her lips until she parted her lips for his tongue. How could she be attracted to two entirely different men?
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As if he could hear her thoughts, the man called ‘Jack’ answered her. “We’re two sides of the same coin, ma puissance. You are supposed to hunger for both of us. You will make us all complete.”
The heat of his body against her back had her pushing closer to the man kissing her. Her beliefs about monogamy were falling under the hungers of her newly awakened flesh. Her body cared less about the idea ‘being shared with two men’ should be considered shameful. A moan of surrender escaped her as Pajackok followed her and pressed her tightly between him and the other man. Her body was electrified and she couldn’t help but think how it felt as if she finally was someone’s beloved.
“Of course it’s right. ” The second man had lifted his head and was busy unbraiding her half fastened braid. “It is a sin to restrain your crowning glory. You’ve the most beautiful hair.” She couldn’t help but stare as he lifted a handful of hair to his nose and inhaled. “He’s right, you do smell of fruit. How do you do this, ma tranquillite?”
“It’s from a sacred oil my mother created.” Her words died in her throat as her flannel gown fell to her feet. While she’d been distracted by the man in front of her, Jack had freed the buttons running down the front of her gown and it now pooled at her feet, leaving her standing naked in front of two lustily fully aroused men. She could feel his erection pressed against her lower back and it would’ve taken a blind woman to miss the distinctive bulge in the other man’s breeches. Her unease rose at the reality of being with both of these men.
“Shh, Rowtag and I won’t hurt you. We simply want to pleasure you. You are selfless and take care of everyone else. Let us take care of you.”
A gasp escaped her as his lips settled on her shoulder while his fingertips traced down her spine to her slender hips. Her head tipped back as the man in front of her, this Rowtag, ran his mouth down the slender column of her neck. She could feel the tickle of his loose hair brushing against her skin as he lowered himself into a crouch. Fire trailed behind his lips as they ran down the slope of her chest to finally settle between her trembling breasts. The kiss he placed on her breastbone had her breath catching as her hands moved to cradle his dark head. A needy moan tumbled from her parted lips when his hands cupped the underside of her breasts, supporting their firm weight on his palms. She leaned back on Jack without thought as Ragtow’s head turned and he scattered ‘open mouth’ kisses across the inner swells of her aching mounds before finally settling on one hardened nipple. The rake of his teeth followed by the moist suction of his lips and tongue had her arching back against the strong man behind her.