by Laura Glenn
He sighed heavily, noticing a soft light beginning to fill the room. Daybreak was quickly approaching. Time was running out.
Kaitlyn turned in his arms, pressing her back against his chest and her buttocks against his groin. She wiggled it slightly and Gabriel bit back a groan, his cock immediately springing to attention.
He rocked his pelvis against her, sliding the length of his shaft up and down the warm cleft of her butt. Slipping his hands from her silky stomach to her breasts, he cupped one in each hand and massaged them, loving how her nipples quickly became rigid against his palms.
She moaned lightly in her sleep. He pushed her hair off her neck with his nose and dragged his lips down her neck as he began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She pulled her knees up closer to her chest and wriggled her hips insistently against him.
He loved how eagerly her body responded to his touch. He smiled against her skin, his tongue darting out to trace the line of her shoulder up to her earlobe. He rotated his pelvis until his cock was sliding against the soft lips of her pussy. Slowly, he rubbed her back and forth, feeling his shaft become wet with her juices as the tip began to hit her erect clit over and over again.
“Gabriel?” she breathlessly whispered.
“Yes, love?”
Kaitlyn reached back with her hand and rubbed his thigh as he moved against her. His muscles strained, rippling beneath her fingertips. Her clit throbbed and her skin tingled with each stroke of his cock.
She began moving her hips in rhythm with his. He groaned into her ear and rapidly pulled away, flipping her onto her back. Her skin chilled in the sudden absence of his heat. She reached for him, desperately wanting to pull him back to her.
He shook his head, his dark hair falling in front of his face. His hands were warm as they caressed her thighs, running his thumbs back and forth across her pubic hair. Grabbing her knees, he eased her legs apart and knelt between them.
He seized her hips with his hands and leaned over her, quickly sucking one hard nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, as all thoughts left her head, leaving her swimming through waves of pleasure.
The tip of his cock tantalizingly brushed against her wet folds. Instinctively, she wiggled her hips in an attempt to coax him inside her but Gabriel’s hands held her firmly against the mattress. He released her nipple from his mouth, his lips scorching a path across her chest to the other rosy bud straining into the air. He traced slow circles around it with the tip of his tongue and she gasped in anticipation. Finally, he surrounded it with his lips, suckling forcefully.
Kaitlyn whimpered when he released the swollen bud from his mouth and dragged his lips down her abdomen. The feeling of his hot breath against her cool skin was a heady sensation.
As he began placing tiny kisses along the top of her pubic bone, he looked up, his eyes grabbing hers and began running his tongue along the top of her thigh. She exhaled audibly as her pussy began to throb at the mere thought of what he might do next. She ran her fingers through his hair, groaning as his tongue skipped lightly across her clit to the top of her other thigh.
Sliding his tongue languidly down, he traced the junction of her thigh and pussy. She could feel her juices seeping from her pussy and she squirmed beneath him. His tongue delved deep into her opening and she spread her thighs impossibly wider in an attempt to drive him deeper within her.
He slowly slid his tongue in and out in a tormenting rhythm as he kneaded her ass cheeks with his large palms. Her pussy ached as he pulled her skin taut beneath her, intensifying the feeling of his tongue fucking her.
Gabriel replaced his tongue with two fingers, driving into her forcefully as his tongue flicked her sensitive nub. She nearly launched herself from the bed as jolts of ecstasy shot through her weary body.
He continued lapping at her engorged clit as his fingers pummeled her. Her eyes fluttered closed as waves of pleasure radiated out from her pussy. His tongue felt like fire against her as her muscles tensed, her orgasm mounting.
Kaitlyn panted as the first tremors of release began to overtake her until she finally exploded, arching her hips against his mouth and forcing his fingers deeper inside her.
Swiftly, he came down on top of her and his heat surrounded her once again. She bent her knees, clasping his hips between her thighs and, without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged his cock into her eager pussy.
Gabriel breathed heavily and slowed down his movements. He pulled out almost completely and languidly began to slide back into her. She whimpered beneath him and impatiently pummeled his hips with her own.
“Easy, love,” he whispered as he brushed her lips with his. “You are liable to make me come too soon.”
She was having none of it. She desperately ground her pelvic bone into his and whispered, “Harder, Gabriel. Fuck me harder.”
He quickly acquiesced to her demands and rammed his hard shaft into her wet pussy, drawing a deep, satisfied moan from her throat.
Kaitlyn swooned, certain she would pass out as he pounded into her mercilessly. An ache deep between her thighs began building once again as his thick cock stretched her inner walls.
He grabbed her hands with his and brought them up to either side of her head, holding them firmly against the mattress as his dark eyes pierced hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her inflamed nipples grazing against his chest as he drove his cock into her over and over again.
The tremors built quickly this time and her orgasm tore through her, wrenching a cry from her lips. She matched his thrusts with her hips, gripping his fingers tightly as she gasped for air. Her muscles quivered in exhaustion as the orgasm continued to claim her body.
Gabriel drove into her violently and closed his eyes as his muscles tensed and his body began shaking. He grunted as he too reached his peak, filling her with his hot semen.
He fell on top of her, releasing her hands from his grasp. She tenderly caressed his back as silence once again filled the room. She closed her eyes and sighed, her body and mind satiated by the man breathing heavily against her.
He rolled off her, taking her body with him. Plastering her up against his side, he ran his fingers through her long hair. With his other hand, he took hers and laid the palm flat against his chest and covered it with his hand.
Kaitlyn placed a quick kiss upon his chest and laid her head on top of him. She quickly drifted off to sleep while mulling over the explanations she could give Eileen for her absence this time around.
Chapter Ten
Kaitlyn pointed her toes toward the foot of the bed and stretched contentedly as she hugged a pillow tightly to her chest. She groaned at the light filling the room and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to begin the day.
Her pussy felt swollen and moist and she smiled to herself. She ached slightly from having spent a good portion of the night with Gabriel pummeling into her over and over again. She had never had a man fuck her so hard or so passionately before. It was truly an exciting sensation.
She rolled over with the thought of kissing him good morning but found the bed to be empty. She sat up and looked around, squinting in annoyance at the bright morning light. Gabriel’s clothes and weapons were gone. The room almost looked like it had for the past three weeks, with the exception of her torn nightgown in a heap against the opposite wall.
Her throat closed up in panic and she leapt from the bed, grabbing the top blanket and wrapping it around her. She dashed from the room and across the hall to her bedroom.
It too was empty. The only thing out of place was the unmade bed and the dresser drawers lying open. Fear gripped Kaitlyn’s heart. Something was wrong. Eileen always made the bed and she never left the room without making certain everything was neat and orderly.
Shouts and the squeaky wheels of horse-drawn wagons could be heard filtering through the partially open window in front of the desk. She rushed to the window and pulled open the curtains. Below her, the yard and the fields surrounding the house wer
e filled with men and women rushing about. She watched in confusion as Lucy Knox and Martha Washington hurried from the house carrying bundles in each hand.
Kaitlyn dropped the blanket and ran to the bureau. She pulled out a fresh chemise and slipped into it before rummaging through the drawers for stockings and her corset. As she sat down on the bed and pulled on the stockings, Eileen burst into the room.
“Thank the heavens you are here!” she exclaimed, pulling a bag from behind the door. “I have been worried sick!”
“What’s going on?” Kaitlyn asked, seeing her chance to deflect Eileen’s obvious next question.
“We have to leave,” Eileen breathlessly explained as she began shoving a few items of their donated clothing into the bag. “The Redcoats are marching directly toward us.”
Kaitlyn was certain that her heart had stopped beating in that moment. “What?” she whispered, her voice faltering.
“It is going to be all right,” Eileen assured her, pulling her to her feet to help her put on her corset. “My brother is sending us home. Mother will be grateful for the company.”
Kaitlyn’s mind spun as Eileen helped her to dress while simultaneously explaining the journey they would take and how long they would be on the road. Kaitlyn only heard half of it. Her mind was too busy wondering about Gabriel.
How long had he known about this? Did he know when he first kissed her the previous night?
“That was why the men came home so late last night,” Eileen said, tying Kaitlyn’s skirt into place. “They came to warn us.”
Kaitlyn’s face heated. He knew he was going to be leaving again and he decided that last night was going to be the night they finally had sex? And he didn’t even have the common decency to tell her he would be leaving again? Not to mention the fact that he left the room without even so much as a goodbye?
She took a deep breath, her shock quickly yielding to fury as she began to wonder if she hadn’t just allowed herself to be used. She thought he cared about her but perhaps she saw only what she wanted to see.
Kaitlyn quickly pulled on her shoes and dashed to the other side of the room. As she grabbed her journal sitting on top of the bureau, she remembered the note and coins James had given to her. She reached into the back of the top drawer and pulled it out, secreting it in her palm. Grabbing her bag, she quickly stuffed the small bundle inside it as she followed Eileen out of the room. She felt her temper rise with every step she took until she was seething with rage by the time they reached the front yard.
Kaitlyn spotted Gabriel in the midst of giving a soldier orders about twenty feet away. She handed her bag to Eileen and charged toward him, determined to give him a piece of her mind. Gone was her usual politeness as she unabashedly elbowed and shoved her way through the frantic crowd.
Gabriel turned and took a step toward her when she caught his eye. He stopped and stared at her.
“Katie,” he said apprehensively as she approached.
She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at him, her blood pounding in her ears. “Did you know about this last night?” she demanded, disturbed by the affectionate feelings for this man wrapping around her heart.
He simply looked at her tenderly, reaching out to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. His dark eyes seemed almost shrouded as though he had put on a mask.
She quickly concluded that his silence was an admission of guilt. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment and her heart sank. She took a step back, avoiding his touch. “How dare you!” she hissed, feeling tears stinging at her eyes.
A jolt of humiliation coursed through her as she realized just how much she had wanted to hear him say that he didn’t know he would be leaving her again. How could she have been so stupid? Of course a man like Gabriel wouldn’t be interested in her as a potential mate.
“So, you just felt like getting laid before you marched off again, is that it?” Kaitlyn asked, hurling the words at him like stones. “A good lay to get you through the next few weeks?”
“Laid?” he repeated, his brow creasing in obvious confusion.
Her shoulders slumped. Of all the things he could have taken exception to, that one word, which she knew he would be unfamiliar with, was what he focused on. Her cheeks heated at the thought of just how far she had fallen for the guy.
She turned and began to walk away, determined to save at least the last shred of her dignity, if nothing else.
“Katie!” he called to her, his tone taking on a hard edge. “Do not dare to walk away from me like this, woman!”
She could hear the ire in his voice but she didn’t care. She spotted Eileen standing next to a couple of horses and staring worriedly in her direction. Kaitlyn took a deep breath and wiped at the tears in her eyes with the back of her hand.
When she had nearly reached Eileen, Kaitlyn opened her mouth to tell her she was ready to leave. Suddenly, Kaitlyn’s arm was yanked back and her body was spun around, landing with a thud against Gabriel’s torso.
He seized her forearms, holding them securely against his chest. His eyes blazed as he stared down at her, a tiny muscle twitching at the back of his jaw.
“Last night I made you mine, never forget that!” he spat in a deliberately low tone. “I wanted your mind to be filled with no other man while I was away.”
She flushed miserably at his scathing tone, her humiliation taking a turn for the worse. What had happened to her? Yesterday, she would have considered herself a levelheaded young woman who was thoughtful in what she said and did. But today, with one stupid assumption on her part, she turned into a psychotic lunatic and allowed her not-so-hot self-esteem to control her emotions.
Her forehead fell against his chest and she sobbed softly. “I’m sorry, Gabriel,” she pleadingly whispered, grasping at his jacket with her fingers as a large lump formed in her throat. “I’m so sorry.”
Gabriel released her arms and cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him once again. The warmth with which he always seemed to look at her was back in his eyes. “You will go with Eileen to our farm. She and Mother will look out for you in my absence,” he explained, his harsh tone subsiding.
Kaitlyn nodded bashfully as the tenderness of his words struck her. She sniffled, feeling pitiful as old fears of being alone came back to haunt her.
He pressed her face tightly beneath his palms. “I will come for you,” he earnestly promised as though he could read her thoughts.
Swiftly, his lips crushed hers. His kiss was harsh and demanding, meant to gain her total compliance. Her doubts were shattered for that one moment as his lips sent the pit of her stomach into a tempestuous spin.
Much to her dismay, he broke the kiss and stared down at her once again. “I will come for you,” he repeated, searching her eyes intently.
She nodded and he pulled away, motioning to Eileen whose mouth had dropped open in surprise as she watched them.
Gabriel kept one hand on Kaitlyn’s shoulder as he placed the other on Eileen’s shoulder. He looked deeply into his sister’s eyes, his brow raised. “Your job now is to stay at home and look after Mother and Kaitlyn. Do I make myself clear?” he asked, his tone suggesting that she not ignore his instructions this time.
Eileen quickly nodded and squeezed Kaitlyn’s hand reassuringly.
Gabriel retrieved an envelope from inside his jacket and handed it to his sister. “This is for Mother,” he explained as he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on Eileen’s cheek.
Eileen simultaneously kissed his cheek as well and whispered, “Godspeed.” She released Kaitlyn’s hand and walked toward the horses.
He reached into his jacket again and pulled out a few gold coins. With a wicked grin he slipped them into the neckline of Kaitlyn’s bodice, depositing them securely between her breasts. “In case you need anything,” he said, intimately pressing his palm against her chest.
Kaitlyn threw her arms around Gabriel’s waist and hugged him tightly, fighting back the sobs threatening
to engulf her body. Since arriving here, he had been the one constant in her life—the one person she always looked to for guidance in this strange world. And now they were being ripped apart for an unknowable length of time.
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he clasped her firmly against his chest. He caressed her hair, running his fingers through it slowly, almost as though he was attempting to memorize its texture.
“Captain!” someone shouted from behind them.
Gabriel sighed heavily and pulled away, brushing his lips tenderly against hers. “As soon as I am able, I will come to you. I swear it, Katie.”
She nodded, her heart feeling like a lead weight in her chest. “Be careful,” she whispered as he released her from his arms.
Gabriel flashed her a cocky smile and bowed low before her, kissing her hand just like he had after Mrs. Washington brought her down to the drawing room that first day in the farmhouse. Then he simply released her hand and turned to walk away.
Kaitlyn rubbed her arms briskly, suddenly feeling cold. Eileen silently approached from behind and wrapped her arms around Kaitlyn’s shoulder, squeezing her lightly.
“Do not worry, my dear,” came Mrs. Washington’s voice from behind them. “I will keep an eye on your gentlemen for you.”
The older woman stepped in front of them and stood up on tiptoe to place an affectionate but quick, kiss upon first Kaitlyn’s and then Eileen’s cheek.
“Thank you, madam,” Kaitlyn whispered, forcing a small smile onto her lips.
Mrs. Washington gently returned her smile. “I will send you word when we reach our final destination.”
“You are accompanying them?” Eileen asked, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice.
“Of course, my dear. I will not be returning to Virginia until the spring,” the older woman explained patiently. She turned and began to walk away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
“Come, we must go,” Eileen firmly stated as she pulled Kaitlyn toward the horses.
Kaitlyn looked nervously at the animal, which was eyeing her patiently as though it had all the time in the world. She had never been on a horse before Gabriel scooped her up that fateful evening in Stockton and, since being stuck in the middle of the Revolution, she had never ridden by herself.
