by Laura Glenn
Kaitlyn’s eyes flew open and she lifted her head, quickly looking around to see if anyone had heard him. When she realized that everyone seemed to be deep into his or her own conversation, she smacked Gabriel’s hand.
“Someone could have heard you,” she whispered, unable to keep her lips from curving into a smile.
His eyes glowed with amusement as he leaned toward her, brushing her hair away from her neck and exposing her ear. “I want to fuck my wife,” he murmured, her ear tingling as his lips grazed against it.
Kaitlyn bit her lower lip to stifle the small moan that threatened to escape from her throat. His statement seemed to go directly to her pussy, causing it to spasm slightly. She was amazed at how quickly he could arouse her by simply uttering a few choice words. She had never reacted to any other man the way she did to Gabriel.
“Do you think anyone will miss us?” she asked.
He laughed lowly and placed a light kiss upon her neck, causing her breath to catch in her throat. “Perhaps but it is expected.”
He stood and helped her to her feet. Grabbing her hand, he led her through the crowd and out into the hallway. As they ascended the stairs to the second floor, the raucous voices floating to her ears from the parlor began to fade.
Gabriel led her past her room and toward the end of the corridor where the master bedroom lay. He pushed open the door and a roaring fire in the fireplace greeted them.
This had been the one room Kaitlyn hadn’t dared to enter before now. It somehow seemed creepy to wander around a room that hadn’t been occupied in months. Besides, the last thing she wanted to see was some remnant of an old girlfriend casually lying around, like an old love letter or something.
Gabriel shut the door behind her and she looked around, seeing her journal and a nightgown that had been carefully laid across the foot of the four-poster bed.
He strode purposefully across the room and grabbed the nightgown, tossing it brusquely aside. “I do not believe you shall be needing this.” He turned and grinned roguishly.
“Well, considering what happened to my last nightgown, I suppose it’s for the best,” she quipped as she coyly tossed her hair over her shoulder and flaunted an impish smile.
His eyes narrowed as he gave her body a raking gaze. The smoldering flame she saw in his eyes caused a ripple of desire to course through her stomach. He crooked his finger at her and she slowly strolled over to him, her eyes locked onto his.
He turned her around and quickly unlaced her bodice and skirts. Within a matter of moments, Kaitlyn found herself naked and shyly facing him, wondering if he found her changing body as desirable as her old one.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out. She could almost feel his eyes caressing every curve as he stood back and gazed at her. She couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch and saw the bulge waiting to be freed. A thrill of sexual power rolled through her and she lifted her chin high, her nipples hardening at the very thought that he still desired her.
“You are simply the most beautiful creature on earth,” Gabriel stated in a soft voice, his eyes drinking in the sight before him.
The fire cast a golden glow on her skin and his breathing became shallow. He could not help but notice the new, sensual curves of his wife’s body. Her breasts were definitely larger than he remembered with dark pink areolas, puckering into the hard peaks of the nipples. Her torso lightly tapered and then flared out into the gentle curve of her rounded stomach. She reminded him of a statue of Venus he had seen in the home of a wealthy professor while he was studying in Paris.
His heart tightened in his chest. This was his woman. The one who haunted his every waking and sleeping moment—the one he would kill a thousand British soldiers for in order to come home just so he could hold her in his arms every night for the rest of his life.
She tilted her head and stared at him, her eyes alight with fire. His head swam as if in a trance and she took two steps toward him, her hips swaying seductively. She had never looked at him in that manner before. He now knew that she had only just come to realize the power she held over him. There was nothing in this world he would not do for her. He would walk through the fires of Hell and face the devil himself if she would simply ask.
Kaitlyn grabbed the waistband of his breeches and slipped one hand inside. Gently, she wrapped her silken fingers around his erect shaft and drew it out, pushing his pants further down his hips.
His cock hardened even further and he licked his bottom lip in anticipation as she dropped to her knees and placed slow, languid kisses across his lower abdomen. He had dreamt of this moment countless times, often waking up in a cold sweat and yearning for the feel of her warm, soft skin pressed up against his.
Shivers of pleasure washed through him as her tongue darted out of her mouth and slid down the length of him. The combination of her hot breath and tongue slowly stroking a path around the head of his cock caused him to exhale shakily.
And then she drew him between her lips, sinking his shaft as deeply as possible into the hot, wet recesses of her mouth. He groaned deeply, his cock pulsating with every movement of her lips and tongue. He pulled her hair back so he could watch his shaft disappear into her mouth.
She locked her blue eyes onto his, the strange mixture of innocence and wisdom quickly becoming replaced by sheer lust and power. He gritted his teeth, his buttocks clenching tightly as he attempted to keep his hips motionless to allow her to work her magic.
And it was magic. His vision became blurry as he stared down at his cock, glistening with her saliva every time she slid her mouth back and almost off him. A shock of pleasure shot through his spine as she grabbed his balls and began massaging them.
Gabriel was not certain how much longer he could stand this torment. He had wanted to prolong this night, to tease her and make her beg for release. But if she continued her ministrations much longer, he was going to be the one on his knees and begging.
He grabbed the back of her head and slowly eased her lips from his aching cock. Lifting her to her feet he said, “You are too good at that for me to last long, Katie.”
Kaitlyn smiled triumphantly and wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking it gently, as she looked up at him. She nearly laughed as she watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, loving the look of sheer lust in his eyes.
He covered her hand with his, halting her movements. Turning her toward the bed, he gently pressed her shoulders down so she would sit on the mattress. She leaned back on her palms and watched as he took a step back and hastily pulled his clothes from his body.
A delightful shudder heated her pussy as she gazed at his sinewy body approaching her stealthily like a wolf stalking its prey. He sank to the floor and pried her knees apart, fully exposing her pussy to his eyes.
She felt strangely on display as he hungrily gazed between her thighs. However, the longer he stared, the more erotic she felt and she splayed her legs wider, feeling her pussy growing wetter by the moment.
He groaned and grabbed her hips, pulling her forward until her ass was barely at the edge of the mattress and her pussy was pressing hard against his abdomen. He lowered his head and flicked at one taut, rosy nipple, drawing a soft moan from her throat.
Her nipples ached as he teased her, circling one with his hot, wet tongue. Finally, he sucked it into his mouth, sending deep tremors of arousal down her spine. He grasped her other breast in his hand and rubbed her other nipple back and forth between his thumb and forefinger as he eagerly sucked the other one.
Kaitlyn’s skin burned beneath his hands and she dropped her head back, closing her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure he was giving her. Her clit throbbed and she moved her hips, grinding her wet pussy against him.
She gasped as Gabriel tore his mouth from her breast and dragged his teeth up to her neck as he grabbed her hips once again and pulled her impossibly closer. He traced her collarbone with his tongue and lightly nipped her shoulder.
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmur
ed as she rhythmically moved against him, feeling how slick her juices were making his skin.
Gabriel grabbed the back of her head and forced it back up, crushing his lips to hers. She eagerly parted her lips and his tongue hungrily swept inside, thrilling her to the very core.
She whimpered as he pulled away and she grasped at his shoulders to bring his warm, strong lips back to hers. He shook his head, grinning wickedly as he lowered his head to her chest, his lips searing a path down her body. Her skin flushed with heat as his hands slid down her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts and brought them to a halt on her inner thighs. Her pussy ached as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth across her slick folds.
Kaitlyn’s breathing became shallow as she waited for what she knew was about to happen. Her whole body shivered as he ran his tongue down one side of her slit and up the other. He slid his thumbs together and slipped them just inside her, running them in small, deep circles, as his flicked her clit with his tongue.
Her core throbbed in reaction and she arched her back, attempting to coax him into full contact. He immediately complied, circling and stroking the sensitive nub with his tongue as his thumbs delved deeper into her pussy.
She rocked her hips in rhythm with his thumbs, yearning for release. Gabriel fervently lapped at her clit, driving her closer and closer to the precipice. Her body was flushed and hot and her head swam, dizzy with heat and passion. She gasped for air as she felt her pussy tense. An intense, all-consuming throb began to build deep within her until she finally reached the peak, her body exploding into powerful tremors of pleasure.
Gabriel grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he gently soothed her throbbing clit with slow, languid strokes from his tongue. Her body continued to convulse, his tongue prolonging her orgasm beyond anything she had ever experienced before. She groaned, her muscles shaking and exhausted.
He placed a quick kiss on her inner thigh and thrust two fingers into her pussy. She met his movement halfway, pushing them deep inside. A new ache began to build and she rhythmically rocked her hips back and forth.
He uttered a primal growl and withdrew his fingers, quickly replacing it with his rigid cock. With gritted teeth, he slowly eased himself into her eager womanflesh. She writhed insistently against him, desperate to drive him deeper into her. He grabbed her legs and pushed her knees back toward her ears, effectively burying the length of his shaft inside her.
Kaitlyn’s chest rose and fell heavily as he began moving his hips, filling her completely. With each thrust, he ground his hips into her hers, further stimulating her already engorged clit with his pubic bone.
She licked her lower lip, reveling in the delicious sensations between her thighs as she gazed at the man ramming her over and over again with his thick shaft. Every muscle in his body was strained as he pumped into her, causing his chest muscles to bulge. She cast her eyes down, watching as his abdominal muscles rhythmically flex back and forth. His skin glistened with perspiration and she reached out, lightly gliding her hand across his chest.
He leaned down and quickly nipped at her stiff, rosy nipples, causing her to gasp as shocks of excitement coursed through her body. His hazy, lust-filled eyes captured hers, hypnotizing her as he seemingly staring into her very soul.
She bit her lower lip as her body began shivering with renewed arousal. She grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth to hers, drinking in the sweetness of his lips.
Suddenly, she found herself in the throes of a mind-bending orgasm. Her whole body began vibrating beneath him and she uttered a cry of delight against his lips as her pussy began to violently contract around his hard shaft.
An agonized groan escaped from Gabriel’s throat and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she melted into him. Her head fell back and she became lost in the sensations of his cock filling her completely as he slammed into her furiously.
His lips dropped to her neck, leaving her skin burning with fire. He grunted as the tips of his fingers began to dig into her back. With one final thrust, he shuddered, spilling his seed into her.
Kaitlyn caressed his neck as he buried his face against her shoulder, his chest heaving and lightly brushing against her still-erect nipples. She placed tiny, light kisses all over the side of his face and hugged him tightly, her heart feeling full and her body feeling satiated.
With one seamless motion, Gabriel withdrew from her and scooped her up into his arms. He climbed into the bed and they shared a laugh filled with delight as they fell against the pillows.
She snuggled against him as he pulled the blankets over them. She sighed with contentment and traced the contours of his chest muscles with her fingertip. His chest rose and fell heavily beneath her, his breathing slow to return to a normal state.
Kaitlyn closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of his body and the tenderness of his embrace. If she had her way, they would never have to leave the room and they would stay like this forever.
“I do not know how I am going to be able to go back to sleeping alone in a tent every night after this,” he murmured into her hair.
She smiled to herself, pleased to find out that he was reluctant to leave her. “Then stay.”
He sighed heavily and gently caressed her back with his warm, rough palm. “I have to leave in the morning.”
Ice filled her veins and she silently paused, allowing the shock of his sudden announcement to wear off a bit before responding.
The morning? Hot tears threatened to blind her as her mind spun in circles. Why had he not said anything before this? Why couldn’t they have had more than a couple of days together?
“I did not know how to tell you, Katie,” he quietly explained as he kissed the top of her head. “You were so angry with me last time.”
“You would be too if I kept leaving you,” she whispered, tears blinding her eyes and choking her voice. “I don’t understand why you can’t stay for a little while at least.”
“Because I cannot,” he replied, his voice gravelly and laced with anguish.
He squeezed her tightly against him as deep sobs racked her body. The bliss and contentment that had filled her moments before was now gone, replaced with the emptiness that she had been her constant companion during Gabriel’s absence.
“Katie, I—” he hesitantly began, his voice quickly trailing off.
She took a deep breath to calm her body, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. The last thing she wanted to be was a sobbing mess during their last night together.
“What?” she asked when he did not continue.
He took a deep breath and brushed her hair away from her face, placing a long, gentle kiss upon her forehead. “I will come back.”
She knew his voice well enough to know when he was leaving something unsaid. What it was, she wasn’t certain but his promise to come home eased the ache in her heart just a little bit.
At that moment, their baby ferociously kicked Gabriel’s side through Kaitlyn’s abdomen. He chuckled softly and began caressing her swollen stomach.
“You take care of your mother,” Gabriel commanded, his tone reminding her of the times when she witnessed him directing his militia. “You will be the man of the house while I am gone.”
Kaitlyn couldn’t help but laugh, despite the sadness overwhelming her. “How much do you want to bet that it’s a girl?”
Chapter Sixteen
Kaitlyn absentmindedly rubbed her lower back as she gazed out the window over the kitchen’s washbasin. Mary, Eileen and Elizabeth were all bent over in the garden, busy weeding and checking on this season’s vegetables.
Kaitlyn tossed the wet dishtowel she was holding over the back of a nearby chair so it could dry. A tiny little foot pushed up into her rib cage and she laughed, gently pushing down on the top of her now enormous stomach in order to dislodge the baby’s foot.
She had spent most of her pregnancy worrying herself sick over the lack of modern medicine. However, for the last two wee
ks she couldn’t care less when or how it happened—she was more than ready to go into labor and get it over with. Her feet were killing her and her back wasn’t in much better condition.
She had also spent a good portion of the past few months hoping and praying that Gabriel would be home in time for the birth but, every time he sent a letter, he simply mentioned yet another impending battle.
Kaitlyn sighed and a small, reluctant smile crossed her face. Her life was so different from how she imagined it would be. Right now she should be getting ready to start her first solo teaching job at a college somewhere. She would have her PhD and hopefully a new apartment in a new city. Never once during all her years of preparation for a career in research and college teaching did she consider that at this age she would be ready to give birth to her first child while washing dishes and waiting for her husband to come home from war.
Then again, why would she have thought that? Why would she have ever, even in her wildest dreams, considered that she would have been thrown back in time?
Or have married a man like Gabriel.
He had begun sending her letters as soon as he arrived back at camp. Every week he would write, regardless of whether or not the intermittent postal service had delivered one of Kaitlyn’s letters to him. Gabriel wasn’t one for sappiness—he never spoke of his own emotions when he wrote. But, for the first time, she believed that he cared about her. He was constantly questioning how she was doing and what was happening with the pregnancy. And he always assured her that he would be coming home just as soon as General Washington no longer needed his services.
Every time a letter arrived, Kaitlyn’s heart would pound excitedly against her chest and her body would feel as light as a feather, which was quite an accomplishment at this point in her life. It was definitely the highlight of her week and she found herself missing the welcome distraction when the mail was delayed, which it often was and had been this week.
Paul dashed by the window in a flash, catching Kaitlyn’s eye. She looked up and saw him waving his arms around excitedly as he talked to the women in the garden. The features on the women’s faces became strained and Mary threw a worried look toward the house before speaking rapidly to Paul.
