“What is this place?” I asked.
“It’s my home. After I was banished I did not want to live near anyone. I found this cave and turned it into this,” he said as he moved about the cave making it more comfortable. Then he poured wine and handed me a cup. I looked at it suspiciously.
“If I wanted to kill you I would have done so already,” he said.
I drank fast of the wine as I was parched after the excitement and after puking over the boat side. He laughed and poured another and then asked, “Are you hungry?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled out a basket and placed it on the table. He pulled out vegetables and breads. He pulled out a black iron pot and said, “Put water in that and hang it over the fire.”
I didn’t move. Was this man real? He had just taken me from my husband, his brother and now he wanted to play house.
“Please,” he said softly.
Again I was confused by his soft tone. I didn’t know what he was up to but I did not trust it one bit. I stood up and took the pot from him and filled it with water from the stream then placed it over the fire. Erin cut up the vegetables and tossed them in the pot. Once he was done he halved a loaf of bread and handed it to me. I took it and began to eat it. I was hungry and felt I needed something to settle my stomach.
“Are you going to tell me why I am here?” I asked suddenly feeling like I had been through this before, and I had with his brother Eric.
Erin moved closer to me. He towered over me at his tall height. His eyes were more blue than green. Eric’s eyes were green. I thought how unusual and bizarre it was that the two sons of Dunluth should have the eye color of their banner colors. That’s when I noticed. Erin did not wear a blue and green kilt, but a black one.
“Why do you not wear the blue and green kilt of your clan?” I asked.
“I was banished from my clan. So I wear black, which is the way of things. I am a man with out a clan.”
I swallowed hard at the way he was looking down at me. It was lustful and I felt a familiar stirring within me. It was wrong to feel in such a way, but Erin was so much like Eric that it was easy to feel this way.
Erin moved closer and brushed the back of his hand on my cheek, just the way Eric did. “You really are beautiful princess. My brother is lucky that his plan included a beauty such as yourself. I’m not sure he would be so quick to marry the princess of Ayle if she had not also had the beauty.”
I stepped back away from him. I could not take the way he was looking at me and touching me anymore. I moved away from him and sat in a chair.
“Why is it so important to you to start this war? I have just come from my father’s and he agreed to try my marriage to Eric as a peace pact,” I asked.
“Is it so wrong for a man to want revenge on the people that killed his mother,” he answered with a far away look of pain on his face.
“What?” I asked in shock.
“Oh I see Eric did not tell you. He wouldn’t he was just a babe at the time barely learning to walk. I was in my eighth year and I was very close to her. I have not been same since I saw an Ayle archer pierce an arrow through her heart. I have always vowed revenge on your people since then. As did my father until he changed in his old age, wanting peace. So you see, I’m somehow the odd one for not changing.”
“Eric, I didn’t know. I am sorry.”
He was silent and said nothing. Then I continued, “But how many mother’s have suffered the same fate at the hands of the Dunluths? I know it is hurtful when it happens to you, but it has happened to someone every time. Now we can make sure it never happens again. Mother’s can live their full lives.”
He looked at me and then got up to stir the pot. It was unusual seeing him in this vulnerable way. Suddenly his vengeance made sense to me. While we ate the meal of tasty vegetable stew he had made he told me everything about his childhood. He told me how he saw the rivalry between the clans and the only to stop it was to go to war where one clan wipes out the other. I listened with out judgment as I realized that this was a man still mourning the loss of his beloved mother and all his decisions came from that whole in his heart. Finally after he was done talking I tried to stand up and felt faint as I realized I was dizzy from too much wine.
“Careful, you don’t want to hurt your child,” he said as he caught me.
“Yes, your unborn child in your belly. I saw you get sick on the boat. I am very sorry, had I known you were already with child I would have been more careful,” he said.
My eyes widened. I was in shock. Of course I was sick because I was with child. Why had I not put that together before?
“Oh, you did not know. You really are an innocent aren’t you? I can see why my brother values you so much. Your innocence is appealing. It’s very attractive,” he said as he pushed his body against mine. In my hazy state I did not know what was happening.
I looked up at him tilting my head all the way back. He looked down at me, we shared a moment, and then he leaned down and kissed me. I moaned involuntarily.
His lips were soft and so was his kiss. It was light and not aggressive. It explored the surface of my lips, soft kiss after soft kiss. Then I pushed my entire body against him. The warmth of his skin instantly warmed me. He radiated so much heat just like his brother. With this, he parted my lips and slowly moved his tongue around my mouth. I melted. He ran his hand down my back and put his hands on my buttocks, cupping them and pulling me toward him. We both moaned with desire. Finally I pulled away, I had too or I would faint. I looked directly at him. I didn’t smile. I just looked at him. It was a look that said, “This is wrong.”
He reached down and moved my hair off my face and said, “I’m sorry. I won’t do that again.”
“No, it is not a good idea. I am very tired,” I said moving away from him.
“Here you may have the bed and I will sleep on the ground. In the morning I will take you back to Dunluth.”
I stopped in my tracks and said in surprise, “You will?”
“Yes.”
I ran to him and hugged him tightly. Then he pulled my arms off of him and pushed me away. Enough of that or I will not be able to stop touching you.
CHAPTER THREE
We set out that morning. We emerged from the cave on the boat and went down the creek. “Are you sure you will not stay? The people will understand,” I asked him.
“No, my place is no longer with the clan. I will go south to Brittania.”
“What made you change your mind about war?” I asked.
“You did,” he said.
“Me, but I did not try to talk you out of it,” I said.
“No, but you carry my brother’s child, my nephew and my mother’s grandchild. I do not want that child to grow up with war. Besides you’ve grown on me, now that I know one person from Ayle I do not want to harm your family. Now you are a real people to me.”
I smiled a big grin at him for his honesty. This man was not as bad as he was leading everyone to believe, he had just been misguided.
He steered the ship to the opposite bank of the Dunluth village. People began to shout at our arrival. He pulled up to the bank and I get out swiftly. Then he pushed back out to the water. The boat floated back out down the river. I looked across the bank at the village. I saw Eric run out of our lodge. The look on his face was elation. He ran to the river and jumped in. He swam fast all the way across to me.
“Eric!” I yelled excited to see him. He ran out of the creek to me. His arms scooped me up and he twirled me around and planted a kiss on me. The crowd cheered.
“I thought I lost you. We searched on horseback all day and night. We came back here to get boats and search the rivers,” he said as he pushed my hair out of my face.
“I am here now. I am okay,” I said as I hugged him tightly.
“He did not hurt you?” he asked.
“No, he did not. Your brother was nice and just confused. I don’t think he will be bothering us any longer.”<
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“He used to be very nice and a worthy man, but vengeance took hold of him and made him dark. I hope one day he can come back from that,” he said.
Eric looked at the village and one of the men getting in a boat to come to get us.
“Should we wait for the boat, or do you want to swim?” Eric played with me.
“I don’t think a strong swim would be good for the baby,” I said.
Eric looked at me in shock. Then he erupted in cheer. I laughed at his excitement. The boat arrived and he picked me up and placed me in the boat.
When we arrived in the village and had exchanged greetings with everyone, Eric carried me into our lodge. He was soaking wet and his wet long hair against his face was delicious to look at. “I missed you wife. Help me out of these wet clothes,” he said with a lust in his eyes.
I moved over to him and grabbed his hand and led him to the fire. I peeled off his wet tunic that clung to his strong chest and abs. I ran my hand over his bare chest feeling grateful to see it again. I untied his kilt and let it fall to the floor. His naked body was magnificent. “Now it’s your turn,” he said.
He turned me around and kissed my neck. He unlaced the back of my dress and then pulled it over my head. My body ached for him. He reached around and cupped my breasts in his hands. His chest was flush against my back and even though he had been in the cold water of the river, he was burning with heat. Eric kissed my back and trailed kisses lower and lower over my hips and over the humps of my bottom. I sighed in relief of feeling his full lips on my body. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. I had missed our love making bed. He placed me carefully on the bed and said, “I have to be careful with my delicate wife now that you are with child.”
He placed soft kisses on my stomach. I was under his spell once again and I felt sensual delight at being with the best Scottish warrior that I had ever known. He was brave and daring and the sexiest man I had ever seen. Eric placed more and more kisses over my belly up to my breasts. He took my nipple in his mouth and tugged on it gently, and then he licked and whirled his tongue around it. I sighed and moaned under his touch. He moved his mouth over mine and brushed his lips across mine softly back and forth. I pushed my hands through his hair and pulled him firmly down into a kiss. I could not stand not being with out a firm kiss. He moved himself between my thighs and put his thick cock in his hand. Then I said, “No, let me.” I reached down and put it in my hand stroked it up and down a little. He moaned and grunted as his eyes closed enjoying the sensations of my touch. Then I guided the tip of his cock into my opening. I spread my thighs open as he pushed in slowly inch by inch.
“Oh my princess, I need you. I thought I would never have this again,” he said as he continued to push his cock inside me.
Then I had enough, I was taking control, and in one quick move I wrapped my legs around him and pushed him in. This caught him completely off guard. He let out a loud yell that could have woke the village. I sheepishly smiled and congratulated myself. He was stone frozen. He shifted a little and had to stop. I thought that maybe I had injured him, but as he began to move I heard why he was frozen.
He moaned and looked at me and said, “You’re so tight.”
He moaned again as if he was straining to not climax right at that second. Now I had the upper hand. I began to writhe and move my body beneath him, enjoying watching him trying to restrain himself. At my five foot nothing height, I was petite and so was everything about me. I used all my energy and rolled over taking him with me. Now I was on top of him. This move pushed him deep inside me and I let out a sigh as my body accepted him. Then I began to move up and down on top of him and suddenly the bed begin to bounce with us. We both laughed a little at this unexpected but welcomed surprised.
Eric put his hands on my waist and then rolled us over. Now he was on top of me. I knew what this meant. He was going to pound me into climaxing, and I was welcome to it. I spread my thighs apart and put my hands on his back and pulled him toward me. He kissed me while lingering inside me.
He pulled away from me and looked deep into my eyes and said it again, “Agatha.”
He let out a little sigh and kissed me again, then began to slowly penetrate me. Then it got faster and then harder until it was almost unbearable. He moved in out of me so smoothly we felt like one person. With one loud moan I climaxed. He stopped briefly to kiss me, but then kept going. It was his turn. I was now so sensitive; having him inside me was pure ecstasy. This is what love poems are about, this is what life is about, and I now felt it all. He made one long hard thrust inside me and spilled his seed. He moaned loudly, for a few seconds over and over.
Eric said my name, over and over, “Agatha, Agatha.”
Eric collapsed on top of me. He felt so close to me his heartbeat reverberated through my body. The heat from his skin was so intense. I looked up at the rafters of our lodge. This was now my home and it was a moment I would never forget as long as I lived. This was bliss. A few minutes passed in silence. He finally picked up his head and looked at me and said, “You are where you belong.”
Over the next months we lived in a fog of ecstasy. The two of us were always together, enjoying each other’s bodies. Being friendly with the villagers, and teaching me new things about the village life. We had grown closer than any bond I had ever had with anyone. It was as if I had already known him in a previous life. We were so comfortable together, we looked out the window and saw the world the same way, and we were falling in love with each other’s souls.
THE END
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Wild's West
CHAPTER ONE
The stagecoach rolled into the dusty pioneer town in Montana. This was the Wild West that I had only read about back in Boston. The year was 1890 and all of America was buzzing with acquiring land in frontier towns. My husband Lawrence sat next to me with a big grin on his face. He was a well do to Boston man that had made land investments in horses and cattle out here in the middle of nowhere and was forcing me to move. Our house was already built outside of town and I was not happy about moving here at all. I would miss the town of Boston and the parties and society I was used too. Here I would feel like a prisoner.
“There is the hotel and saloon Willameena,” he said as he pointed out the window. “We’ll stay here for the night and head out to the house tomorrow.”
I sighed in resignation. This would be my life from now on and I had no control over it. However, I still had control over my heart and I didn’t know then, that I would be giving it to a cowboy by the name of Aidan Trumer.
The stagecoach stopped in front of the saloon. My husband stepped out took a proud deep breath of dust filled air. As though saying, “I’ve arrived.” He was anxious to be a king out here. In Boston he was one of thousands of wealthy men, but out here he would be one of fifty or so wealthy men. He craved power and he had found it. For here he would be a king.
He put his hand out and helped me step out of the stagecoach. I looked both ways down the road. This was Main Street in the small Montana frontier settlement of Sweet Grass County. It was wild and almost lawless with one sheriff and one deputy. That wasn’t enough to keep a town full of men in place if you asked me. The main street was dusty and mud filled with buildings that lined it facing each other. The buildings were mostly made of wood with wooden sidewalks in front of it. It definitely was nothing in comparison to the fine brick roads of Boston with nice brick and stone buildings. This was poorly put together and made in haste. I was not happy with it.
“This way darling. We must have dinner before nighttime when all the ruffians will be in the saloon. It’s no place for a lady,” my husband said as he put his hand on the
back of my cotton brown traveling coat.
I picked up the length of my coat and skirts underneath and tiptoed in my lace up boots through the dusty road to the doors. The doors were in the style of the many penny dreadful magazines I had seen in Boston. They were swinging style half doors with vents. This hotel, at least was more elegant than your standard saloon with a brothel. This was no brothel; it was a hotel with a fine dining room and a more respected saloon area. We stepped in the first thing I was saw the massive bar on one side of the room. It was ornate wood with lots of glass blue, green, and foggy white bottles. There was a plump man with a curling mustache behind the bar. He eyed us like we were the enemy. There were bar stools and tables and on the other side were card tables with green felt covers. To my surprise the men sitting at the tables were dressed like refined gentlemen mixed with cowboy hats and boots. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a sort of rich gentlemen cowboy look. Then I saw him. There was one man that was staring at me as I walked across the room as though I was naked. It was astonishing. His cowboy hat sat on the table near him and his long dark curls were down to his jawline. It was messy and unkempt in a wild sort of way. He had dark stubble that matched the color of his black hair and black filled out eyebrows. His eyes were dark and piercing, but his grin was delicious. The side of his lips curled up into an arrogant side smirk. I nearly fell over looking at him as we locked eyes. I suddenly felt hot and flushed in my traveling clothes. Soon we were through the doorway into another hallway.
“This way Mr. Carson,” the attendant said as he led us up a grand staircase. Our bags followed us carried by another attendant and my maid Judy in tow.
“Here is your suite the man said as he unlocked the door and handed the key to my husband.”
We walked in and it was a lovely suite. There was a grand canopy bed in the far corner of the room and a sitting area on the other. Then in the corner was a lady’s vanity and dressing screen and a tub filled with hot water.
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