by Sasha White
He was almost handsome now that she took the time to really look at him. He had long, dark hair and bright green eyes beneath heavy eyebrows that slashed across his forehead. Rough looking but handsome. And still scary.
“Who are you?” she asked.
He scowled, his lips moving, but no sound coming out. She tried again. “Why are you trapped in there? How long have you been there?”
The scowl deepened as he shook his head and made “hurry it up” gestures with his hands. His words might not have gotten through to her, but his sense of urgency did. Closing her eyes, she focused all her energy behind the words as she began the spell.
“Yek, dui, trin,
Yek, dui, trin,
Let this transfer begin.
Here is strength,
Here is joy,
Come in peace
I command thee.”
Silence.
Opening her eyes, she saw Caleb staring at her and her heart sank. “Shit, it didn’t work did it?”
“Aye, it did.”
Gina spun around on her knees and stared at the man behind her. The same man that had been in the crystal.
5
Caleb leapt from the chair he’d been in to stand in front of Gina at the same time as the boys stepped up on each side of the intruder. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall and all muscle beneath his worn tunic. Caleb was no shrimp, but he felt dwarfed next to the newcomer… until the guy got down on one knee and lowered his head.
“M’lady, you have my gratitude,” he growled in a thick accent.
Gina’s hand brushed against the small of Caleb’s back and she shifted up beside him. “I’m not your lady. I’m with this one.”
The stranger didn’t move, and no one spoke for a second. Then Caleb’s oh so subtle wife took charge. “Oh, for God’s sake, stand up already,” she said striding forward to tug at the kneeling man’s arm.
He stood, and Gina began to grill him. “Are you Scottish, or Irish, you sound Irish. How did you get in there? Why were you in there?”
Caleb almost started to feel sorry for the poor bastard. It took some time to get the rhythm of his accent so they could understand his answers, but soon they knew his name was Dougal MacNeil, and he was a Scot, but he wouldn’t say how he’d ended up in the crystal.
They also knew that he’d been able to communicate with some people over the years, including the last owner of the crystal, who sounded a lot like the natty little guy from the airport line.
“A man of my line,” Dougal said proudly, his accent thick. “He vowed to find someone to release me, and he held to his word. Where is he?”
“We were hoping you could tell us,” Caleb said.
“I havenae set eyes on him since the day he spoke of a seer he thought could help.” He stared at Gina. “The lass released me.”
Everyone began talking at once, but Caleb didn’t care about the answers anymore. It was clear that there was no danger to Gina, and all he wanted to do was grab her and get out of there. Gina’s hand brushed across his butt and he looked down to see her grinning up at him, a lusty glint in her dark eyes. Damn, it was good to be on the same wavelength.
They inched toward the door only to be stopped when Dougal called out, “M’lady, are we leaving?”
“Oh no,” she told him. “You’re not coming home with us.”
“A debt is owed. ‘Tis my honor to repay it.”
“Repay it to my brother. Or his wife. Without her I’d never have known how to help you. You owe her.”
“Thanks.” Jewel glared.
“Hey, I’ve already got a son to raise. I don’t want another.” With that, Gina tugged on Caleb’s hand and they ran out the door like kids running from detention.
Gina’s fingers danced over Caleb’s upper thigh all the way back to the hotel. Thank Christ the cab driver was too interested in his music to pay attention to the antics going on in the back seat, because if he had been paying attention, he might’ve noticed Caleb’s hand beneath his wife’s dress.
“Fuck you’re hot,” he said as he inhaled the scent of aroused woman. “Only you have ever been able to make me crazy enough with desire to forget where I am.”
“You’re in a cab,” she panted. “And two — three of your fingers are deep inside my pussy.”
The cab slowed and Caleb tore his eyes from the beauty of her flushed face to look out the window. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand from beneath her dress. Keeping his gaze on hers, he licked them clean.
Lust flared in her dark eyes and he grinned. God, he loved that he could get her just as hot as she got him.
Reaching for his wallet with shaky hands, he pulled some bills out. The instant the car stopped at the hotel entrance, Gina opened the door and he tossed the money at the driver. “Keep the change.”
As soon as they were in the elevator Gina spoke. “You know you gave him two fifties when two twenties was enough, right?”
“I don’t care,” Caleb said. And he didn’t. Right then all he cared about was the distance to the nearest bed. Shifting over to her, he pushed aside a lock of purple hair and kissed her bare shoulder before gently nibbling his way up her neck to the soft spot behind her ear. She shivered and his dick throbbed in response. He wanted her trembling and crying out his name as soon as possible.
Uncaring who saw them, he bent down just as the elevator doors opened on their floor. Sweeping her up in his arms, he strode down the hall to their door only to come to a stop with a curse.
“Don’t worry, stud,” Gina said as her hand dipped into his back pocket. “Let me get the key for you.”
Pleasure zipped through him as she made more work of digging in his pocket than necessary. “Woman,” he growled.
“Yes, baby, I know how sensitive your ass is.”
Bending forward, he buried his face in her cleavage and scraped his teeth across the rigid tip of a nipple that pressed against her dress. “Ahhh!” she gasped.
“Now who’s being sensitive?” he asked.
With a throaty laugh that made his balls tighten, Gina pulled her hand from his pocket and stuck the key card in the door.
He kicked the door open and carried her inside, straight to the bed. He tossed her on it and followed right on top of her. They rolled around, hands everywhere as zippers were tugged and limbs got tangled.
“Argh!” Caleb jumped off the bed again and took three steps back. Sucking air into his lungs, he stared at his wife, all rumpled and sultry on the bed.
The words flew from his mouth without ever being acknowledged by his brain. “I was scared tonight.”
Gina climbed from the bed and came to stand in front of him. “I was too.”
“I was worried you’d get sucked into that stupid crystal somehow, and I’d lose you forever.” His stomach finally unclenched and his hands began to shake in reaction. “Ridiculous, right?”
“Then we’re both ridiculous because I was thinking the same thing.”
He cupped a hand to her cheek, her satiny skin warm to his touch as he brushed away a single tear. “I don’t know that I could go on without you.”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered. After kissing the palm of his hand, she stepped back and pushed her dress down over her curves then let it drop to the floor.
“Oh shit,” he breathed as he got a look at her. Standing there in nothing but black heels, she stole the breath from his lungs. Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips reverently across the swell of her breasts, down over her gently curved belly, and fought to find the right words to tell her what he saw. What he felt.
“You’re perfect.”
Her eyes glowed with sensual challenge as Caleb prowled forward, backing her up until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She crawled backwards then sprawled in the middle of the mattress, watching him as he got rid of his own clothes. When he was naked, he flashed her a grin and stretched out between her legs. With his shoulders forcing her thigh apart he used his hands fingers
to spread her delicate parts and trail a teasing fingertip over her slick entrance.
Swiping the flat of his tongue over her slit he stopped at the hard nub of her clit. He sealed his lips around it, sucking as her flavor burst in his mouth. Flicking his tongue back and forth across the tiny nerve center, he rubbed slid two fingers deep into her opening, coating them in her juices once again as he pumped them in and out.
Hot cream soaked his chin and her scent filled his head. “Oh, God,” she moaned as he licked nibbled and ate at her sex.
“I want you, Caleb.” She tugged on his hair, her legs moving restlessly against him. “I want you with me, in me.”
He pulled back and lapped at her one last time before crawling up the bed skimming his body over hers. When they were skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart, everything in his world slid into place. Gina wrapped her legs around his hips and smiled, the same sultry smile that always hit him like a punch directly to the heart. Emotions swelled inside him as he read the passion and love in her gaze.
Mine, he thought. She’s mine, and I’m hers. Completely.
His wife rocked her hips beneath him and he caught her rhythm, slipping in to her body with an ease that never got old. He gazed deep into her eyes and his heart pounded in a way that had nothing to do with the closeness of their bodies, and everything to do with the rightness of being loved by her.
His body caught the beat of their hearts and his rhythm picked up speed. Gina clutched at him, her nails digging into his back as she lifted up and nipped at his bottom lip. Caleb fought to hold on, pumping faster as she moaned, pleasure bright on her face. She bit her lip and panted his name with every breath until she cried out and her pussy clenched down on him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I love you,” he cried out as his body and soul emptied into his wife.
When a drop of strength returned to his muscles Caleb shifted off his wife and flopped on his back. “Did you mean what you said at the condo?” he asked when he could breathe normally again.
She didn’t move. “About what?”
“That you didn’t want another child?”
“I said I didn’t want another son.” She rolled over and patted a small hand on his chest. “I’ve been meaning to tell you ... we’re going to have another one in about seven months, and I’m pretty sure think it’s going to be a little girl.”
The End ... for now.
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Preview of Highland Heat by Shasha White
Chapter 1
He heard them before he saw them.
The soft moans and rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh penetrated seconds before Dougal turned and saw the couple on the landing above. He halted with one foot on the next step, closed his eyes, and sucked in a deep breath. His neighbors were at it again.
For a moment Dougal simply stood there, listening to Katherine’s sighs and John’s grunts echoing through the otherwise empty space as his fought to control his own emotions. He should’ve taken the elevator, but why bother to get in a lift he didna trust when he could use the emergency stairwell to walk up to his fourth floor apartment? He never used the lift, and his friends knew that. They’d laughed at his ‘quirk’ before, and now they were using it to torment him.
He opened his eyes, intending to turn and go back down the stairs, but instead he moved forward, up the steps, until he had a clear view of where John had pinned his wife to the wall, and was thoroughly fucking her...right next to the door Dougal needed to go through.
Mind frozen, he put one foot in front of the other, continuing closer. Katherine’s arms and legs were wrapped around the man, gripping him as his hips pumped rhythmically against her. Dougal’s gaze locked with hers over John’s shoulder as Dougal moved up the steps and his cock grew.
The timbre of her moans changed, deepening as she held her husband tight and stared deep into Dougal’s eyes. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, John, now.”
The man shifted his stance, bending his knees and turning his head to stare at Dougal coming up the stairs as he pumped harder, faster. Katherine bounced against the wall, her gaze never leaving Dougal’s as her moans turned into a chant. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes.”
Anger at their blatant behavior began to mix with the lust running hot in his veins. It wasna the first time he’d seen them go at it, and he feared it wouldn’t be the last.
It had started just over a month ago, when he’d stepped out onto the small patio off his unit to enjoy the sunset and movement from the corner of his vision had caught his attention. He’d turned to see the couple on another patio fifteen feet from him, John sitting and watching the sunset, his wife on her knees with her head in his lap. He’d quietly watched her suck the man off before backing into his unit to give them some privacy. Since that night it seemed that the couple worked to make their rutting as loud and obvious as possible. If he couldna see them, he could hear them through the walls, and it was driving him fucking daft.
“Christ, you feel good,” John panted. “Your pussy is so tight, so wet. That’s it, squeeze me, baby.”
Without saying a word Dougal tore his gaze away from them and forced himself to move. Striding forward, he yanked the door open and continued to his apartment as if they weren’t there. As if the sight of them together wasna torture.
It wasna like he’d never seen people rut before. He’d been raised in a time and place where families lived in one-room cottages and privacy was nonexistent. That wasna what bothered him about his neighbors’ habit of near-public fornication. What angered him was that he wanted to be the man betwixt her thighs and he shouldna covet another man’s wife, especially a friend’s.
By the time Katherine’s orgasm had faded, Dougal was gone. She nuzzled her head on John’s shoulder and sucked on his neck, right behind his earlobe.
“Fuck!” he cried out, his hips slamming into hers one final time as the heat of his come warmed her suddenly cold insides. She clutched him to her, holding him tight as her heart rate slowed and she tried not to cry. When John cupped a large hand to her cheek and brushed his thumb under her eye and over her cheeks a couple of times she knew she’d failed.
“Hey, hey, hey, there. What’s wrong?”
“He didn’t say anything,” she whispered. “He barely even looked at us.”
“I know,” her husband said. Always sensitive to her emotions John hugged her tight for a minute before kissing her on the cheek and pulling back. “But he didn’t turn around and hide when he heard us either. He had to know we were here, right now, at this time, on purpose. And we all know he saw us. There’s no more hiding for any of us.”
He kissed her, again, nipping her bottom lip sharply before pulling back with a devilish grin. “It’s okay, Kat girl, we’ll get him. We just have to be more straightforward. After all, he’s Scottish, and obviously a bit dense.”
She laughed at that, as John had intended. This man, whom she’d loved forever, lived to make her laugh and smile. Warmth crept back into her soul as she watched him do his pants back up and straighten his clothes. She loved him so much, this man who was willing to give her everything she wanted—even another man.
Of course, her having another lover fed into John’s exhibitionist and voyeuristic kinks, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t get anything out of it. For him, this was simply an erotic adventure, but in her heart Katherine knew that Dougal MacNeil was going to be so much mo
re than that. He affected her in a way John never had, and he’d yet to do more than speak to her.
John reached for her hand and tugged her into the hall of their condo building. “Come on, love,” he said. “The time for subtlety is over.”
Dougal fought the emotions roiling around in his gut as he showered. After being born in the eighteenth century and being trapped in a crystal ball for almost three hundred years, showering was a new pleasure for him. So many of life’s modern ‘conveniences’ werena actually convenient. Like driving. Dougal had been able to see out from the crystal, even when others could not see him, so he knew of motorized vehicles before being freed—for almost a year now. The idea of them was very convenient, but he’d found that the reality of them was not so. How was it convenient when everyone drove such a vehicle and the roads became so crowded nobody moved? Steering a truck around another wasna as easy as steering your horse around another. The ability to have hot water at the twist of a wrist was something special though.
The hot water rolling over his skin made for a pleasurable, almost comforting sensation. One he needed after seeing his friends in the stairwell. He really didna know what to think of them, but their antics were getting harder and harder to ignore. Glancing down, he sighed. That was not all that was too hard to ignore.
Fisting his cock, he closed his eyes and imagined himself between Katherine’s thighs as he stroked from root to tip. Her creamy hotness sucking at his cock, tight and slick as her nails dug into his shoulders and the heels of her feet bounced against his back, urging him on like an eager rider. Hot breath would dampen his skin as she chanted his name with every thrust.
The vision shifted from the wall to a bed, both of them naked as he pinned her arms above her head and watched her head thrash back and forth as he thrust deep. His heart soared at the passion clearly stamped on her familiar face as her cunt clenched around him. Her back arched and her lips called his name as his cock throbbed, pulsed mightily and he shot his seed into empty air.