Page 33 of Harbinger of Destiny

“Then we’ll bring you to a hospital to treat you. Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you.”

The woman left and closed the door behind her. A clicking sound echoed in the pod. The door to the outside world was locked.

* * *

Joshua saw the worry on Amy’s face and couldn’t really blame her. This was all new to her. Granted, he hadn’t expected to be put in quarantine either, but he knew that this was done for everybody’s health and safety and wasn’t worried about it. He’d been aware that there would be routine medical tests upon their arrival, but not this, not a quarantine. To Amy, it might look like she was being imprisoned. It was his responsibility to calm her down and distract her so she wouldn’t regret her decision of having traveled to his time.

“Baby,” he said softly and pulled her into his arms. “Look at it this way: we’re alone for the next twenty-four hours, and nobody will disturb us.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And we can order as much food and drink as we want.” He winked. “No cooking involved.”

She lifted her head. “I’m scared. In this time, I only know you. What if—”

He put a finger over her lips, guessing what she wanted to say. What if they didn’t stay together, what if they weren’t meant to be a couple? Then she would be all alone. “Everything will turn out all right. I promise you.” He smiled at her. “Now, are you gonna kiss me, or have you decided to play hard to get?”

When her eyes lit up with joy, he knew he’d said the right thing. “Is that all you want? A kiss?”

He pulled her closer to him, and slid his hand to her backside to press her to his groin, where his cock was awakening. “I don’t think a kiss is enough. I need a lot more than that.”

“Tell me what you need,” Amy teased, a coquettish glint in her green eyes.

Darn, she’d never looked more seductive. “I need to sink my cock into your hot pussy, because you make me so damn hard.”

Amy slipped a hand between their bodies and laid it over his growing erection. “Yep. That’s pretty hard.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Did you really have to check?”

“No, but why miss an opportunity to touch you?”

“You’re taking the words right out of my mouth.”

He lifted her into his arms and walked into the bedroom with her, while he took her lips and kissed her. Impatiently, he began to undress her, while Amy did the same to him. When they were both naked, Amy ripped her lips from his, breathing hard.

“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?”

“It is hot. It was April when we left 2025, it’s July here. Besides, the planet is a few degrees warmer than what it was in your time. How about a shower?”

“Mmm. Together?”

“Absolutely.”

He dragged her into the bathroom. He had to hand it to the Institute for Time Travel: they really knew how to make a newcomer feel welcome. The bathroom was downright luxurious, and the shower large enough for two people as if the institute expected the arriving lovebirds to use it together. But were he and Amy lovebirds? Were they a couple? Would they last, or would the sexual fire that burned between them fizzle out quickly? He had to admit that sexually they fit perfectly. But would they fit as a couple? Would he be able to love her the way a man was supposed to love the woman who was willing to bear his children?

Maybe it was best to push these thoughts away for now and focus on what was immediately ahead of him: to make Amy feel good about her decision to come to the future with him. And that was something he knew he could accomplish, because he knew what she needed right now: to feel loved, even if he couldn’t say the words. His actions would have to do.

He turned on the shower and set it to a cooler temperature, before he gave Amy a gentle shove. He followed her into the shower and pulled her into his arms, while the water rained down on them like the rain in a jungle.

He loved feeling her curves mold to his body, her chest rising and falling as she breathed, her hands caressing him, exploring him. Just like he explored her: first with gentle caresses, then with a more demanding touch.

Without a word, he turned her so she faced the shower wall. Amy laid her hands flat on it, while she took a step back so her ass was pointed in his direction.

“Is that how you want it?” she asked with a look over her shoulder.

“As if I could resist you.” That was the truth. When it came to sex with Amy, he had no control, no power to deny her. “And just so you know: there are no condoms in 2085. This time, there won’t be a barrier between us.”

She gasped. “What if…”

“…if you get pregnant?” he finished her question for her. He slid one hand around her to touch her belly, and damn it, if he didn’t feel a spark of excitement flare up inside him at the thought of his seed growing in Amy’s body. Fuck! Why was he feeling like this? Could it be that maybe, just maybe, what he and Amy had was more than just sexual compatibility?

“Yes, what happens then?” she asked.