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For a long moment, he just inhaled and exhaled, his belly trembling, his balls tight and heavy. Every muscle in his body taut, Reece began to move within her, gyrating his hips to open her to his possession. She moved with him, grinding against his pubis, sighing with delight as he added gentle thrusting to his g
yrations. Reece forced himself to think about her pleasure and drew gentle hands over her skin, pressed butterfly kisses to her jaw, throat and lips. Lara clung to his shoulders, her head tilted back in surrender, and it was all he could do not to repeatedly tell her how much he loved her. As their excitement built, they moved together and apart faster. The urgency in his groin had gotten the better of him. All he could think about was finding merciful release and pumping his cum deep inside her body. Lara cried out, her back arching in delight, her pussy clenching around his cock in hard spasms. It sent him flying over the edge into a realm of pure bliss. He erupted inside her, pleasurable spasms gripping the base of his cock, offering him release. He couldn’t help calling her name in the throes of ecstasy. She called his name in return as they shuddered against each other.
Their bodies went limp and though Reece knew he was probably crushing her, he couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to, and frankly, he didn’t. She trailed one hand up and down his back, drawing goose-bumps to the surface of his skin. He delighted in the feel of her beneath him—soft breasts pressed into his chest, smooth legs tangled with his, warm pussy gripping his softening cock. This is where he belonged. The time didn’t matter. The place didn’t matter. Only the woman mattered.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
He smiled against her shoulder and lifted his head so he could stare into her eyes.
“I’ve never had an orgasm with a man inside me before,” she whispered. Her face flamed as she looked up at him in wonder.
“Oh, did you have an orgasm?” he teased. “I wasn’t sure.”
She chuckled. “I thought it was fairly obvious. What with the moaning and uncontrollable convulsions.”
“You could have been faking.”
She was quiet for a long moment. “Actually, I was totally faking, Reece. I think you need to start over and try again. Get it right this time.”
He grinned at her. “Yeah, I am a little out of practice. We should probably try that again. It’s not in me to leave you unsatisfied.”
“I’m guessing future me really liked that about you,” she said.
“Couldn’t get enough.”
“I’m starting to believe that.”
Lara’s beautiful, smiling face melted into Helga’s bewildered expression. “Eirick?”
Eirick took Helga’s hand and kissed her wrist. “Yes, dear one?”
“I enjoyed that rather a lot,” she said. “I thank you for not hurting me.”
“I did hurt you,” he said, and kissed her cheeks, then her nose, “but never will again.”
“That was a necessary pain. It was over quickly. And then I felt such pleasure. Oh Eirick, it was wonderful.”
Eirick stared down at his captive bride, somewhat perplexed. He’d never given a woman pleasure like that before. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d come up with those motions in his hips or how he’d known to rub and suckle that little bump between a Helga’s legs to delight her. Making love to Helga brought him much more satisfaction than his usual thrust, come, roll over and fall asleep routine.
“I think... I think that I love you, Helga. My wife.”
She smiled and stroked his cheek lovingly. “And I you, Eirick.”
“We will have many strong sons and beautiful daughters.”
“That means more pleasure, doesn’t it? Should we start now?”
“Yes. Children should appease my mother. You will quickly win her favor as you have won mine.”
Lara’s face drifted back into focus. She smiled at Reece. “I think we helped them a little,” she said.
Reece chuckled. “Eirick is wondering how he came up with such smooth moves in the bedroom. Maybe we should show him a few more tricks, so he can keep his woman happy for years to come.”
Lara grinned. “I’m game if you are.”
A vibration hummed against Reece’s chest. “Shit, could his timing be any worse?” He pulled the amulet from between their bodies and felt the physical tug he always felt when Carl’s half of the amulet was near. “Almost time to go,” he said to Lara.
Lara reached for her clothes and Reece chuckled at her. “You don’t take those with you anyway.”
Lara flushed. “I arrived naked the last time. I was hoping to avoid that this time.”
“I prefer you this way.” He kissed her chin. “Naked looks good on you.” The amulet hummed louder. Reece stared into Lara’s eyes as he waited for the right moment to begin to recite the words that would send them to another time. He wrapped her hands around the stone half-circle and covered her hands with his. Outside the room, there was a crackle. Reece began to recite the inscription. The bedroom door burst open. A Viking/Carl appeared in the doorframe. Reece didn’t need to look at Carl to know it was him. He knew he would be there. He always was.
“Damn it, Reece,” Carl bellowed. “I just want to talk to you. Don’t leap again.”
“Maybe we should hear what he has to say,” Lara said, turning to look at the man stalking across the room.
There was another loud crack, and Reece and Lara floated sideways through time. Lara squeezed her eyes shut, emitting a little squeak of terror. Reece was used to this by now. It was still amazing to watch the scenes of time blend together and rush past at a dizzying rate. And then they touched down.
Instead of lying in bed between Lara’s silky thighs, Reece found himself mounted on an enormous horse. He was fully bedecked in heavy armor, his view limited by the visor of his helmet. Reece held a sword in his right hand. His other hand controlled the reins of his steed. The person in front of him clung to his forearm for dear life. He couldn’t see her, but knew it was Lara seated before him on the horse. She was trembling so hard she was making his armor rattle, but she seemed unharmed. Before Reece could even orient himself to his surroundings, a large black object came at him, aimed directly for his head. He deflected it with his sword, his shoulder screaming in protest as the heavy mace ricocheted off his weapon.
Reece spun his horse around and found that it wasn’t just one menacing soldier trying to kill him, but a whole calvary of them.
“I think this is our cue to make a run for it, sweetheart,” he called to Lara.
Reece spun his horse around again and kicked the animal into a canter. Something hit him in the side with enough force to knock him to the ground. He hadn’t seen what had happened, but he was on flat on his back and Lara was being carried off by one of Reece’s foes. Naked, Lara kicked her captor, screaming at the top of her lungs, but to no avail. Apparently, they were after the girl, but that didn’t mean they planned to leave Reece alone now that they had their prize.
Reece rolled to his feet, cursing his armor for slowing him, but blessing it for taking the brunt of that mace and his jarring tumble from his horse.
“Are you going to stand there gawking, Ferguson, or are you going to fight with honor?” one of the remaining soldiers asked him.
“Do I really have a choice?” Reece asked, lifting his sword. Reece had to fight and he had to win. Some crazy medieval knight had kidnapped Lara and Reece had no intention of letting her go. Ever.
Chapter 8
With both fists, Lara pummeled the wanna-be tin can who had yanked her off Reece’s horse and deposited her on his. When hitting him proved fruitless, she tried kicking him with both feet. Lara didn’t consider how she would respond if he actually let her go. The ground raced beneath them at a dizzying speed. If she fell, she probably wouldn’t survive. Especially since she was freakin’ naked. Again.
“Lady Eleanor,” her abductor’s voice reverberated from his helmet. “‘Tis I, Lord Abbot. Please, my lady, calm yourself. Your safety is now assured.”
“Put me down!” she demanded. At least they were all speaking English this time. Not American English. British English.
“Hush, my lady. Are you not chilled? Whatever happened to your gown? Did that blackguard dishonor you? I shall run him through with my sword and eat his kidneys in a pie.”
She had no idea what her relationship with Reece was. Lara had assumed that Reece would be her ally no matter where time took them, but perhaps they just leapt into a couple consisting of a naked woman and a man holding her. Maybe Reece was her enemy here. The very idea made her queasy. Or maybe it was the motion of the horse. Lara stopped pounding on unyielding metal long enough to say, “I am rather cold,” before she began pounding on Lord Abbot’s armor again. It made horrendous clanking sounds as she bashed at it until her hands were numb. They’d galloped quite a distance from where she had last seen Reece. The man holding her captive, or rescuing her—she couldn’t tell which—eventually drew his massive horse to a stop. He turned on his horse and pulled something from behind the saddle. It turned out to be a scratchy, yet warm, blanket. He wrapped Lara in the blanket and settled her more comfortably on the saddle in front of him.
“Where are you taking me?” she demanded.
“I’m taking you home, obviously. Did you get hit over the head?” The man removed one chain mail glove and ran his hand over her skull, checking for obvious lumps. She drew in a pained breath when he found one. “You’ve a nasty bump, my lady. Let’s make haste to the castle and get you some lanolin for the pain.”
“You’re the one who put that lump on my head when you yanked me off the other horse,” she spat. “I hit my head on your damned elbow.”
She looked up at him, not liking him one bit and not sure why. Maybe this knight was her savior, but she didn’t feel like he was. And she was worried about Reece. Fighting eight other soldiers alone were not good odds. Also, Reece had the amulet. If something happened to him, would she end up stuck here forever without him? No, Carl would eventually find her and make sure she returned to her own time to die. If Reece died here, was he really dead? Or would he just return to their time unharmed? She didn’t know the answer to that question. Frankly, did not want to entertain the thought. The thought of Reece dying made her heart race and her eyes burn.
“We can’t let him die,” she said, looking up at the helmeted man. She could see his eyes sparkling from within the helmet, but could not tell what color they were.
