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The woman in his bed was a gift trussed in blue wool, excitement in his otherwise dull Christmas Eve. Are you going to get this off me?Ĭopper-hued hair shined through a tear in the cloth. He grinned, liking her pliant against him. This homecoming wasn’t so bad, not when the housebreaker’s hip brushed his ballocks. His lush, midnight visitor was at his mercy. You call those choices?īest I can do for a woman who pointed a pistol at me. The housebreaker lay stiffly against him, smelling oddly of…vinegar. Tautness in the wrists he held eased a fraction. Music pitched fast and high from the parlor, but the storm on his mattress calmed. Land-locked sailors sang off-key below stairs. Yellow firelight danced on waves of mussed bed sheets. We can stay like this all night, or you can trust me.

SOLASTA CROWN OF THE MAGISTER RUINED TOWER CHEST FULL

His grip on her wrists was full of authority. Let me uncover you,' he said, staying her busy hands. His midnight visitor tussled fiercely with the drape, the bed ropes creaking madly beneath her. A feminine hip squirmed at the juncture of his thighs. The woman’s mouth gaped behind wool like a caught fish. Jonas rolled sideways and clamped his thigh across her thrashing legs. He was nose deep between sizeable breasts-an excellent pair as breasts go swathed in old drapes. Jonas drove his head into the criminal’s chest and two mounds pressed his face. Blue drapes sheathed the fool from head to toe. The housebreaker sunk into the down mattress, fighting hard. Stop! he bellowed and landed all his weight on the lad. Air hissing through clenched teeth, Jonas hop-stepped to the bed. ' Oomph!' His gun slipped, and the brass buttcap hammered his already aching toes. Squealed? He squinted at the bottom wiggling against his cheek, and the split second cost him. Jonas knocked the wool off his face as the housebreaker kicked and… squealed. The Captain and his cronies had to be deep in their cups not to hear this scuffle. Whoops and hollers rang through the house. The drapes and rod crashed down on their heads. He looked down at a black boot mashing his foot.Įnough, he growled, hoisting the lad over his shoulder.įoot throbbing, Jonas spun away from the window. Fists pummeled his back as white hot pain shot up from his toes. Umph!A shiny piece clattered to the floor. …thr- Jonas dropped low and rammed his shoulder into the housebreaker’s midsection. Eyes narrowing, his finger curled over the trigger. The drape bulged with the business end of a pistol. He padded barefoot across the room, holding the dragoon against his thigh. Weary from a hard day’s ride, Jonas could use a dram.

The Captain must’ve shared his best whiskey, the kind that warmed a man as good as a woman. Fiddle music played a Yuletide carol in double time while salty, old sailors stomped a bad rhythm. Goodspeak, fine soul that he was, brayed the loudest. Raucous guffaws exploded through the floorboards. The Captain was expecting him…all the better to convince Jonas to stay for good. He’d give the lad an earful while sneaking him out by the scruff. Housebreaking was a serious crime with grisly consequences. The house burst with fresh pine boughs and spiked cider, the green and spicy scents floating everywhere.Ĭome now, Jonas said, buttoning his placket with the pistol in hand. Christmas Eve celebrations must be going well in the parlor. Howls of laughter drifted up from downstairs. I know you’re hiding behind the curtains. The sooner he took care of matters with his grandfather, the Captain, the sooner he’d be on his way.īut, his first order of business was dispatching the unskilled housebreaker. The village and his grandfather’s stone house hadn’t changed much. A lad? Who would want to ambush him here? His coming home to Plumtree should be of no consequence, not after ten years gone. With a cautious hand, he lifted a heavy dragoon pistol off the mantel, keeping an eye on the modest-sized side boots. All his clothes sat in a battered sea chest next to a pair of black boots peeking out beneath blue drapes.

He snatched velvet breeches off the chair and slipped them on, casual as you please-minus his smalls. The drapes were stirring in his bedchamber though the window was closed. Jonas stood bare-arse naked before a crackling fire, bathwater dripping down his chest.

Solasta crown of the magister ruined tower chest