by Selena Kitt
“Orenda Littlefire, where the hell do you think you’re going?” An angry man’s voice echoed over the water.
Looking over her shoulder at the man, Orenda laughed. “Home, you egotistical man. You’ll never have me again.”
“Like hell.” Out of the darkness a tall man with flowing blond hair charged after Orenda. With a squeal Orenda dove for the portal. The man followed her, obviously enthralled as much as he was enraged.
At that particular moment the weak moonlight was covered by the clouds. When it finally reappeared, the portal, Orenda and the man were gone. Turning, Onatah looked up at Jack and Ragtow in confusion.
“What just happened and who was that man after my sister?”
Jack smiled softly at her. “Your sister went back to your mother. Her time here never was permanent, ma tranqilité. She knew she’d be returning home after you found us. She was your link here to the future.”
“Now what Mikael Jorgenstien is going to do in the eighteen hundreds is another thing. I doubt they have casinos there for him to guard.” Ragtow and Jack guided her back towards the horses they used to get to the river.
“He worked with Orenda at the casino?”
“Yes. He was the Head of Security and your sister’s lover.”
Onatah cocked her head. “Her lover? But he’s not Indian.”
“No he isn’t. I’ve heard his ancestors were Vikings, and after seeing him enraged, I don’t doubt it.” Ragtow mounted the horse and waited for Jack to lift her up to him.
A frown marred her face. “He won’t hurt her, will he?”
Taking her from Jack, he settled her in front of him. “No more than we will hurt you, ma puissance.”
“He’s in love with her and has been fighting to keep her from leaving since he found out the whole truth about her.” Jack mounted his own horse.
She mulled over the idea of a man would leave all he knew to be with the woman he loved. It was an amazing thought. Mikeal must really love her sister. She was still trying to absorb the shock when Jack and Ragtow turned their horses back towards the homestead. It was no different than her staying here in the future because she loved Jack and Ragtow. It suddenly occurred to her while they’d declared their love to her more than once, she’d never returned the words and she wasn’t about to declare her love to them on the back of a moving horse.
“Stop! Please stop for a minute?”
Immediately the men slowed the horses.
“What’s wrong, ma tranqilité?” The concern on his face was evident.
“Let me down!” She struggled against the hold Ragtow had on her. As soon as she wriggled free and her feet touched the ground, the men dismounted.
“What is it?” Ragtow moved to her side.
Instead of answering them, she pulled them both close to her. “I love both of thee so much.” Standing on tiptoes, she pressed a kiss against Ragtow’s mouth. “I love thou, Ragtow for making me smile at your antics.” She turned and tugged on Jack’s arm. Instead of leaning down as she’d expected, he picked her up.
“Show off.” She couldn’t help but shake her head at Ragtow’s muttered words. “Show off or not, I love thou, Pajackok. I’m depending on thou to be my helpmate as I adjust to this time.” She pressed a kiss on his curving lips.
“Looks like you got the short end of the stick, old man. You get to be the teacher while I get to play with her.”
Lifting her head, she looked over her shoulder and giggled. “And who said thou are the only one who gets to play, Ragtow?” She slipped out of Jack’s arms and started shedding her clothing. All humor was now gone and with intent and deepest desire in their eyes, her men reached for her.
Smiling as she opened her arms, Onatah sent a quick prayer thanking her sister for finding these two men before taking them into her arms and her soul.
About Dakota Trace
Dakota hails from the home state of the Hawkeyes, corn and pigs. Surrounded by children’s laughter and the corn fields, she crafts her stories. She enjoys writing romances and sci-fi/fantasy stories. She is a romantic at heart, so even the sci-fi stories have an underlying romantic plot. She started writing at the tender age of fourteen and hasn’t stopped since. Although it is a mystery to most where she finds the time to write. Aside from being a full time wife and mother, she also works the dreaded overnight shift at a clothing company.
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THREESOME
By J.M. Snyder
A hot hand clapped me on the back and I turned as a young man shouldered his way through the crowd to join me beside the bar. He had large, dark eyes half-hidden by a fall of bleached hair and full lips that spread into an impossibly large, Mick Jagger-esque grin. Leaning close to my ear, he shouted, “Hey.” His warm breath smelled of whiskey—where it touched me, it curled the ends of my hair and flushed my cheek. With that grin stretched tight across his face, he asked, “Buy me a drink?”
Like he needed another. I pointed to my boyfriend Alan on my other side and raised my voice over the crowd to holler back, “Look, I’m with someone—”
The guy shook his head. I didn’t know if that meant he couldn’t hear me or didn’t care. “Come on, man,” he pleaded. He was attractive in a Middle Eastern sort of way, that light hair such a contrast to his shadowy skin, and if I hadn’t been with Alan for the past five years, I might have given in. Hell, if Alan wasn’t right there, I might’ve bought him a drink, let him lean on me a bit. I liked the heat of his hand and the way hia eyes glistened in the lights above the bar. “I’m flat broke,” he was saying. His hand dropped to my arm, then to my leg as he eased into the seat beside mine. His fingers brushed along the inside of my thigh and I moved away before he could cop a quick feel. “Between jobs and just spent my last few bucks so what do you say? Another round, you buying?”
He flagged the bartender over but I shook my head. Next to me, Alan laughed at something someone else said, and I wanted to turn towards my lover, rest my chin on his shoulder, share in the joke. I wondered how rude it would be to simply turn my back on this guy, but his wide smile kept me riveted. I’ve always been one for a pretty mouth. “Listen,” I told him, “I’m sorry, pal. I know how it is. But I’m strapped for cash myself. He’s buying for me.” I nodded at Alan, hoping this guy would take the hint.
Instead he leaned closer, that hand on my leg sliding into lap. Lowering his voice, he stared at me with those big eyes of his and said, “How about I blow you in the bathroom for twenty? You got a twenty on you, right? A cheap dick licking, how’s that sound? I’m real good, I promise.”
Once his words sunk in, I laughed. “Dude, sorry,” I said again. “I got a boyfriend here who’ll do it for free. Why don’t you just call it quits?”
He leaned past me to get a look at Alan. I could see his thoughts working behind those eyes and suddenly he didn’t seem so drunk to me anymore. Maybe it was all an act, a way to approach guys so he could proposition them. Maybe he wasn’t even broke, he just liked to suck cock. Or this was some elaborate scheme to get me alone so he could rape or rob me … nowadays, who knew? I tried to scoot back from him but his hand fisted around the zipper of my jeans and I didn’t dare move. Another inch and he’d be palming my dick. His gaze flickered over Alan, calculating, then back to me. “I’ll do you both, fifteen apiece?”
I wanted to shake him off but just settled for a shake of my head. “No, really—”
“Together,” he added. “At the same time.” I looked at that wide smile again and imagined my cock between those lips, Alan’s crammed in beside it. Saliva slick on our erections, our swollen tips bumping together in the hot furnace of that mouth. He could take us both, no question. What would that be like? A double blowjob, Alan kissing me while someone else sucked us off. Different hands on my body after five monogamous years, a different mouth …
“Together?” I whispered. At his nod, I nudged Alan, my gaze never leaving those lips. �
�Hey babe, listen to this.”
“What’s up?” Alan wanted to know. He turned towards me, one arm straying protectively around my shoulders when he got a look at my new friend, then he noticed the hand in my lap and his voice hardened. “Who the hell is this?”
Good question. Before I could admit I didn’t know, the guy said, “Hey, I’m Julian. Put it there.” He released my fly to extend his hand out for Alan, who glared at it but didn’t shake it. Julian played it off, signaling for the bartender instead. “What about that drink, eh? While you discuss it amongst yourselves. Take your time.”
“Discuss what?” Alan asked. I let him pull me closer, turning on my barstool to put Julian behind me. Alan’s a little broader than me, wide chest, narrow hips, a handsome man with just the hint of grey at his temples even though he’s barely in his thirties. His pale eyes have a way of narrowing when he’s bothered or upset, and his mouth puckers into a tight little bow that makes me want to do anything I can to loosen it again. The tell-tale lines were beginning to crop up around his lips—I knew I had just a few seconds to convince him things were cool and could get a hell of a lot better before he got pissed about that hand between my legs. Hell, Julian hadn’t even touch anything yet. “Chris?” Alan prompted. “Who is that guy?”
Lowering my voice, I tried to keep the excitement out of it. “Look at his mouth.” Alan leaned past me to take another look and I breathed in his faint scent, a familiar blend of aftershave and the sweet, cherry flavored cigars he liked to smoke. God, I couldn’t believe we were doing this. A threesome, really. I’d never been with more than one man at a time and here this guy just offers like he does it every day. Well, with a mouth like that …
Alan frowned at me. “What about it? Did he proposition you?”
“Us,” I clarified. “He offered to blow us both, Alan.”
My lover downed the rest of his beer and shook his head. “Drink up and we’re out of here. You want a blowjob? We can talk about it when we get home.”
I tried again. “He needs the cash—”
“So you’d cheat on me just because some bum wants to make a buck?” Alan asked, his voice slightly raised.
I glanced behind me at Julian, who was staring into an icy mug as the bartender filled it with froth from the tap. “Alan, please,” I said. “It’s not cheating if we do it together, is it?” Alan’s eyes narrowed, and I chose my words carefully. The last thing I wanted was to fight over something like this, but God knew the idea of a double BJ had settled into my mind and taken root. “I’m not saying I want to get with him, Alan. I love you. You know I do.”
Alan pursed his lips—I could read his mind from his facial expression alone. “You just said—”
“I said he wanted to blow us both,” I repeated. “As in both of us jammed in that big mouth of his at the same time. Together.” One of Alan’s eyebrows went up in speculation and I nodded. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Have you ever been kissed while someone was sucking on you? Because I haven’t, and I’m thinking that might be something worth experiencing before I die, you know?” I closed my mouth before I could say anything else—I didn’t want Alan to see how eager I was to do this. It was his call. If he said no, I’d tell Julian thanks but no thanks, maybe slip him a ten on the sly, then follow Alan home. I wasn’t going to sleep on the couch tonight because of this. If anything, I hoped it might add a little spice to our relationship, but only if Alan went along with it. Cautiously, I asked, “What do you think?”
There was a faraway look in Alan’s eyes now, something that told me he was thinking it through. “How much did he say he’d charge?” he asked.
“Thirty.” I traced a pattern in the taut denim stretched across Alan’s thigh. Without looking up at him, I mumbled, “If you don’t want to, I understand. We can just go on home …”
But Alan rubbed my back and told me, “Hold up a minute.” It took all the strength I had to keep from grinning—I had him, I knew it. I could wait the few minutes it would take to let him talk himself into it. As I waited, I watched my fingers smooth across his thigh, rubbing closer and closer to the front of his jeans. He already had a little bit of a hard-on, I noticed. Just like me. I strummed a finger down his zipper and felt the slight erection hidden underneath. When I trailed back up the zipper, I pressed in just enough to make Alan moan softly. We are go, I thought. But Alan wanted to know, “What if he can’t do both of us at once?”
A mouth like that could take us easily. I had no doubts. Still, for Alan’s sake, I said, “Then we call the whole thing off and go home, like you said. If he can’t do it, then we don’t need him, right? I mean, we can do it one at a time by ourselves, you know?” Alan nodded and I thumbed his zipper again. This time his eyes slipped shut at the sensation of my hand on his dick. “Either way, we both get off. If he can do it, though, we both get off at the same time.”
“What’s his name again?” Alan asked.
I turned around to hide my smile. “Hey Julian.”
* * * *
Julian weaved through the crowded bar to the bathrooms in the back. Alan followed, holding my hand, but it felt like the throb at my crotch led the way. But when the three of us pushed into the small bathroom, I got one look at the guys jostling for position around the sink and urinals and suddenly thought this wasn’t going to work. “Alan,” I started, concerned. “I don’t think—”
“This was your idea,” he reminded me. He rubbed at my stomach and I caught his wrist in both hands, determined not to let him go. Julian shoved his way to the larger of the two stalls and held the door open in invitation. Alan pulled me along after him, calling out, “Here?”
“Why not?” Julian wanted to know. As we ducked into the stall, he jiggled the flimsy bolt and said, “It locks. What more do you need for complete privacy?”
How about somewhere a little less noisy? Men shouted at each other over the thump of music that bled through the thin walls, water or piss splashed against porcelain, an electric hand dryer kept blowing on and off at odd intervals. The place reeked of marijuana and a nauseatingly sweet burned smell that might have been someone freebasing in the other stall. “What if someone needs to take a dump?” I asked. “I don’t think this is going to work …”
Julian grabbed my jeans by the waistband and jerked me towards him. “Please. We could do this in the alley out back and get caught? Or we can do it here. You don’t think anyone’s actually paying any attention to us, do you?” He leaned in close, that whiskey scent sharp on his breath, his tongue licking out for my lips. When I turned away in disgust, Alan pushed Julian back from me and he laughed. “I know, I know,” he said, sinking down to perch on the toilet. “Keep it below the belt. Don’t worry, Romeo. I’m not looking to move in on your block.” He rubbed his hands together and looked from Alan to me and back again. “Thirty bucks, right?”
“When we’re done,” Alan said.
“Well shit,” Julian drawled. He grabbed the fly of Alan’s jeans and tugged, popping open the snap. The zipper spread beneath Alan’s erection. Julian rubbed my lover’s sheathed cock, his mouth already pulling into a wide grin. “Let’s get this party started.”
Leaning forward, Julian buried his face in Alan’s crotch. My lover took a step back but Julian held on, his nose mashed against Alan’s briefs as he tongued at an already hard dick. I watched, fascinated, my body humming with lust at the sight of someone else pleasuring Alan. Why hadn’t we done this before? And could we ever possibly do this again?
Soon Alan’s briefs were damp from saliva and pre-cum. The red tip of his cock strained against the material, and each time Julian’s lips closed over it, Alan gasped in delight. He leaned back against the wall of the stall, his knees threatening to give out, one hand clamped tight around the handicap bar while the other reached for me. His fingers fisted in the front of my shirt and pulled me in for a rough kiss. “Chris,” he sighed into me, his hand smoothing down my chest to fumble with my belt.
Julian was alre
ady there. Swatting Alan’s hands aside, Julian undid my pants and pushed them to the floor, then yanked my underwear down below my knees. My erection jutted out at him and he rubbed at the shaved skin above my cock before cupping my smooth balls in one hand. “Nice,” he said, giving a little tug on my balls to bring me a step closer. His lips puckered on the tip of my dick in a quick kiss, then he opened wide and I plunged inside his hot, soft mouth. I felt a hand on my stomach and I turned towards Alan, my lips seeking his. He pressed me against the wall as Julian pulled back, his tongue licking from the base of my dick to its aching head. A warmth enveloped me, an unbelievable stirring of my blood that make me thrust into Julian as Alan licked deeper into me. One of my lover’s hands strayed down to thumb over a hard nipple, sending delicious waves of heat radiating through me. It felt like a dozen men touching me, hands on my chest and cock, my face, my ass. I felt thirteen again, discovering my body for the first time, lost in the daydream that had plagued me since my teenage years, the one where I’m ravished by two lovers at once.
Then Julian sat back and let me slip free. The air was cool on my heated skin, and a fine sheen of sweat beaded above Julian’s glistening lips. “Your turn, cowboy,” he said, easing Alan’s briefs down to reveal a thick erection and swirls of dark, kinked curls. Without thinking I reached down and buried my hand in the mass of hair to stroke at him. There was a freckle just above his balls, I knew, that marked a sensitive spot for my lover—massaging it could make him come in seconds. I leaned against him, fingering the slight bump, and giggled into his shoulder as his cock straightened beneath my touch. Alan reached for my own erection, warming the damp skin, rolling the tip of my dick in the palm of his hand. This time Julian took Alan in, his lips sliding up my lover’s length until they met my hand, then easing back to suck at the swollen cockhead. When he did it again, I stopped rubbing Alan long enough to wipe the sweat from Julian’s upper lip. He glanced at me, eyes dancing with light or liquor, or both. For a moment I almost forgot that we were in a crowded public restroom, getting it on in a cramped bathroom stall, but someone slammed against the door beside me and brought me back to reality. Julian banged a fist on the door and yelled out, “Can’t you see we’re busy here?”
