Read Online Guardian [New World Book 6] by C. L. Scholey - Free Book Online

haste to cover his un-nippled chest, he completely forgot about the pants. He was in his tight-fitting black pants, wearing his shield-sandals. Jinx looked like she might comment further until her gaze settled onto his thick cock outlined by the tight material. He couldn’t control his hard on for her. Her entire being was driving his senses wild with wanting to have her, protect her, take care of her—mate her. She went red and clamped her lips shut. Spinning abruptly she strode away.
    “You might want to wash,” she tossed over her shoulder. “You have lion shit on your chest.”
    Roam looked at his chest and grimaced. Well, if nothing else, she wouldn’t be getting too close. The must in his loins subsided as she moved off, but it was still too high for comfort, this way she would keep her distance.
    Poop—Jinx repellant.
    Chuckling Roam was happy to follow after Jinx as she wandered deeper into the jungle. She pointed out trees, giving them names. A few birds chirped and Jinx smiled at them; she claimed there weren’t many left. She then, with annoyance, smacked a bug on her arm; apparently, there were more than enough bugs. Roam was bug proof. A toxic smell emitted from his shield under his skin to keep the little noxious beasts away. Mosquitoes were dangerous.
    “Hey, this root’s edible,” Jinx was saying. She stooped down and began gathering a small armload near a murky pond. “I’ll pick some for dinner.”
    Roam watched her for a few moments until he sensed they weren’t alone. His shield was warning him of imminent danger. Roam saw the gator out of the corner of his eye. Jinx had her back turned to it.
    “We try and make a lot of pemmican when we get a chance,” Jinx continued oblivious of the danger she might have been in—as long as Roam was near nothing would touch her. “You know what pemmican is right?”
    “Not a clue.”
    The gator moved closer. Confident of easy prey. Jinx was yanking on the bottom stalks; she fell back onto her ass, recovered and yanked again. Her mind was completely engulfed in her task.
    “Pemmican is made by mixing rendered tallow, or melted fat to other ingredients. When Taz gets a kill, we dry some of the meat to mix with either berries or nuts then mix it all together after the meat is pounded. It lasts a long time. It’s not half bad, especially if you’re hungry. These reeds make decent baskets to gather food as well. If I weave them tight enough it can be made almost waterproof. We have a few pots we always have boiling and cooling. As well as animal organs that  hold water. Clean drinking water is always a necessity.”
    Jinx continued to ramble on. Apparently this particular female had no inborn sense of survival. No wonder Taz looked exhausted when they came across each other. As the gator lunged for Jinx, Roam’s fist enclosed in his shield and he punched the reptile in the snout. The gator stopped cold, staggered and, stumbling from side to side, backed up and took off weaving back and forth. The gator’s feet slipped into the water when Jinx turned her head to look up at him.
    “There, that should be enough.” Jinx stood up and smiled at Roam. She then frowned as she looked over his shoulder. “Well, that’s odd.”
    “What?”
    “Do you suppose fruit is fermenting somewhere? That alligator looks drunk.”
    “I have no idea; I suppose somewhere out there fruit could possibly be fermenting.” Again not a lie, but Roam was getting good at becoming evasive.
    “Come on there’s a spot not too far where another plant grows, like this one, which can be pounded into flour and mixed with water and wrapped around a clean stick. You hold it over a fire to cook. It doesn’t make half bad flatbread. The flatbread is pretty good during the rainy season. You just stick chunks of meat in it, no plates required. We’ve had to start making dishes out of large pieces of bone or wood.”
    As the sun rose higher Jinx went to a swamp and grabbed long brown