CHAPTER 24
'Uh-ah, no more for me thanks!' Montayva shook her head when Brick passed the flask back. She already felt tipsy, after only a few mouthfuls of the strong liquor.
'Ha-ha, all the more for me then' Brick shrugged gladly. 'Don't much feel the cold myself' He admitted.
'Well that would definitely be a benefit right now!' Montayva shivered just looking at the large man wearing only his singlet and vest.
'Come dawn, the cold will be the last thing on everyone's mind' Brick smacked his fist into his palm in anticipation. Montayva smiled at his eagerness. The aura from this man was simple to decipher. Not that he was dumb, on any accounts. Just typically male in his one track thinking. Her father hadn't been that sort, his mind always a whirlpool of emotions, making life harder for Montayva.
Zareb joined them then, also seemingly un-phased by the cold.
'Hey slab!' Brick greeted eagerly. Montayva enjoyed his happy mood, but she was glad to be heading to bed.
'I will see you two in the morning' She waved as she made her way down the towers ladder.
Montayva was just about to open the door of her chosen cabin, when a jolted charge of emotions swept over her. She paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. It was coming from the occupants inside. Strong sexual vibes emanated from within. She didn't want to concentrate too heavily, but she could definitely decipher two minds. Darn it, she thought, her bedroll was in there! Montayva hadn't realized that someone else had taken that room, and had stashed her things away in the unused cupboard on arrival.
She glanced around the camp. There was only one dwelling with a dim light flickering inside. She sighed, and trudged through the snow towards it. She stopped hesitantly at the door, and concentrated carefully. The person inside was asleep. And it didn't take her long to recognize who the sorrowful thoughts belonged to. Slowly she eased the door open. In the far corner, Mordecai was sound asleep on his bedroll on the floor. A small lamp that still burned, sat upon the single table, along with several empty bottles of booze. She wasn't sure as to why she felt so bold in her actions, perhaps it was the alcohol. But she knew the hunter wouldn't mind. She just hoped it wouldn't leave him with the wrong impression, then suddenly scolded herself for thinking so. Of course he would get the wrong idea!
Montayva removed her gun belt and boots anyway, and crept carefully towards Mords sleeping form. He snored softly, laying on his back. She lifted the heavy blanket slowly, and crawled in beside him. He stirred momentarily as her weight fell in beside his. But he only circled his arm around her shoulders as she cuddled into his warmth. Montayva could feel his mood shifting from solemn to one of more comfort, and it didn't take her long to drift off to sleep after that.
Mordecai awoke with a start, and it barely took him an instant to realize why. The slumbering figure beside him, was curled in tightly around his body. Her head rested lightly on his shoulder, and he could smell the delicate fragrance of her hair. She shivered in her sleep, and Mordecai bought the heavy blanket up around her shoulders. She snuggled closer, pressing her body into his. Mordecai took a deep breath. There would be no more sleep for him! He still felt groggy from the amount of booze he had consumed. But he could have drank enough to fill ten men and it wouldn't have helped him return to sleep now. Montayva stirred, and Mordecai pushed her gently to roll her over. She complied, rolling onto her other side, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, spooning her comfortably. Her hands grasped his forearms, pulling him into a tighter
embrace.
'Damn it, kid' he cursed, unable to control his growing desire as she pressed her body wantonly against his. What the hell is she doing? he wondered to himself. Why is she in my bed to start with? Mordecais desire was mixed equally with confusion. She stirred again, and moaned softly, before rolling back to face him. Mordecai sighed in frustration as she threw her leg over him. He couldn't help but let his right hand trace up her calves, her thighs, cupping her buttocks gently. Her body responded to his touch all too eagerly, and he clenched his teeth, forcing himself to regain control Her hands grasped his shoulders tightly as he pressed his eagerness against her. Her leg tightened around him, drawing him in tighter, closer. His eyes rolled at the torment. What was he doing? She was still asleep! Obviously not realizing that her youthful energy was expressing itself freely.
Mordecai could feel her warm breaths on his neck, and she moaned again softly as she arched against him. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the predicament he had found himself in. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have hesitated. But this new siren was someone completely different than all he had encountered. He knew he wouldn't forgive himself if he betrayed her as easily as her own body was obviously betraying her. She arched against him again as Mordecai squeezed her tight buttocks softly. He let his hand trace over her, enjoying the reaction he was eliciting from the girls sleeping form. His hand cupped her soft breast, inducing another sleepy moan. Mordecai continued his exploration of her body, expecting her to wake at any moment. Holding his breath, he found himself unbuttoning her pants. Timidly, he eased his hand inside, his fingers gliding over her silk panties. Her body pressed itself against his touch, encouraging him to give her more. He cupped her firmly, feeling her scorching heat emanating like electric waves. She groaned again, her hips moving with his firm but gentle strokes. Mordecais other arm was looped under her shoulders, and he pulled her closer as he slipped his fingers inside her panties. By now he could smell her arousal as the sickly sweet scent filled the small room.
It was driving him insane! He probed and explored gently, slowly, waiting to see what her body craved most as it moved
in encouragement when he hit the right spot. She groaned again, her hips moving more fervently against him. She was close, he could feel the heat building as he worked with his hand.
Montayva gasped, Mordecai was watching her face as her eyes flew open. Sheer bewilderment was spread across her features. But it was too late. Her body had already succumbed to the pleasure.
'Oh!' She cried, as the wave of ecstasy engulfed her. Mordecai waited for her convulsions to subside, and retracted his hand carefully. She breathed heavily against him, still in shock from what had just occurred She glanced up at him momentarily, a questioning look upon her flushed face. He leaned over slowly, and kissed her perspiring brow. She sighed, and seemed to relax in his embrace a little.
'I...' she started. She couldn't seem to find seem to find what she wanted to say. 'I...' She stammered again. Mordecai pulled her tightly and reassuringly into his arms, and he was pleased that she hadn't recoiled. Instead, she tucked her head under his chin, and before long, he knew she was asleep once again.
