"I can't let you go and you know that. I am as caught up in this as you are. I refuse to deny this as you want me to.” Garrett's voice was soft yet insistent. “You know, honey, I can prove to you this is not a dream."
Before Arabella had a chance to respond one of Garrett's legs tangled with hers and she felt herself being tumbled down on her back in the long soft grass with Garrett on top of her.
"Get off of me!” She pushed at his chest as he lay resting the bulk of his weight on his elbows. The only real load she could feel was concentrated in the cradle of her thighs. There was way too much testosterone pulsating there for one woman. Not that she wasn't up to the challenge but where would one undoubtedly fabulous fuck get her? “I'm not having sex with you!” That did not sound definite even to Arabella's own ears.
Garrett pinned her with his thighs and freed one of his arms to pull up her long voluminous skirts, pushing them out his way so he had clear access to his target.
"That's okay, honey, because we are going to make love.” His hand slid up her cotton stocking to her white cotton bloomers.
"No! This is not going to get us anywhere.” Arabella slapped at the hand that was between her thighs. She could not close her legs as Garrett had them pinned wide open. Not that she wanted to. Already she felt the wetness between her legs and knew that she needed to feel that heavy heat inside her once more. What the hell is wrong with me?
"You don't want me to stop.” Garrett tore at the opening of her bloomers, ripping the fine lawn off in two swift tugs.
"You ripped my bloomers!” She tried to sound angry despite the fact that it felt wildly thrilling. There was something to be said about manhandling by the right man.
"They were ugly, honey.” Garrett's hand stroked her pussy, his fingers dipping into the slippery wet cleft as he sought her clit. “What's underneath is much prettier."
The minute he found her clit Arabella stiffened. This was what she wanted and what she feared. She knew in her heart that Garrett was right. There was an undeniable connection between them. She whimpered softly as he massaged her bundle of nerves slowly.
"Do you like that, honey?"
"Oh yes...” Arabella hissed between clenched teeth. She really wanted to hate it but her soft moans indicated anything but that.
"Good because you are going to love this.” Garrett leaned forward and licked her clit with a long determined stroke.
Arabella screamed. No man had ever done that. But then she had never wanted any man as much as she wanted Garrett. He made her feel so alive just with a simple touch. She clutched at his strong shoulders to stop herself from screaming again.
"Still think it's a dream?” Garrett licked her again.
If it was a dream Arabella never wanted to wake up.
"Someone will see us.” She wanted to come before that happened.
"You don't want me to stop.” Garrett spun his tongue on her clit. “Do you really care what the locals will think about you?"
Arabella did not give a rat's arse at that moment. She was panting at the sensation of Garrett's mouth on her clit.
"I can barely breathe.” Sexual exertion and corsets did not mix. Her breasts were heaving as her lungs and ribs felt trapped in the constraints of whalebone. How did women ever have sex in the nineteenth century?
"We'll sort that out.” Garrett moved from her pussy to her breasts. He quickly unbuttoned her short navy jacket and ripped open her blouse sending pearl buttons flying into the long grass. He rolled Arabella over and pulled out a pocket knife from his trousers and cut the laces that bound her.
"Hallelujah and pass the gin,” Arabella murmured in gratitude as she took a deep, unobstructed breath.
"Amen,” Garrett agreed as he rolled her onto her back and ripped the corset from her body. His mouth descended hungrily on her breasts.
Although the tug of his mouth on her nipples was heavenly Arabella reluctantly tried to push Garrett's head away.
"You have to stop.” She was sure nineteenth century women did not roll around in the long grass half naked with one of the local lads.
"Why?” Garrett continued to lick her nipples despite the hands that tried to push him away.
"Because you ... I ... I don't know why,” Arabella muttered incoherently. Why am I fighting this again? There was a gorgeous man lying between her legs making her feel wildly sexual and hot. Was that such a bad thing?
Garrett stopped and looked into her eyes.
"It feels like I have been waiting for you forever, honey."
When Garrett's lips met hers, Arabella gasped as if new life was being breathed into her body. She returned his kiss with a hungry passion that seemed to surge into her body at his touch.
"I love you, Arabella,” Garrett murmured against her mouth, his gaze tender on hers.
Arabella felt the overwhelming urge to say the same words to Garrett but was it because of the promise of great sex or did she really mean them? How the hell could you love someone you just met or had only dreamed about?
"Stop!” She needed time to think. This was happening way too fast.
"Why? Are you scared you love me back?” Garrett asked between soft lingering kisses.
"I don't know what I feel.” And that was the truth. All Arabella knew was she had an irresistible need to have Garrett inside her but was that love? Or was that just good old fashioned take-me-and-to-hell-with-the-consequences lust?
Garrett traced his tongue against her bottom lip.
"You know exactly what you feel."
"Are you real?” It was a crazy question but she was living in a crazy period of her life and she felt entitled to ask it.
"Don't I feel real?” Garrett pulled her hand down to rest against his groin.
The powerful cock pushing against the fabric felt only too real.
"Okay maybe I'm not real then."
"You are beautifully real. You are just scared.” Garrett's voice was soft with understanding. “Undo me, honey, and touch me. I am very real and I need you."
Arabella licked her lips in anticipation and looked into Garrett's eyes as she unbuttoned his trousers. It would not hurt to take a peek just to assure herself that the goods inside were indeed very good. She heard the soft sigh of satisfaction as his hard cock slid into her hand. She caressed the long length of it slowly, enjoying the feel of the power she held between her palms. Oh yes, excellent merchandise on display here.
"Arabella, I need to make love to you,” Garrett growled as her thumb rubbed back and forth over the tip of his cock.
"I ... oh frig I don't know.” She had a huge cock in her hands that she could quite happily slide between her legs but should she? “What about snakes?” Even as she said the words she knew the only snake that was in the long grass with her was the long insistent one between his legs that she was caressing with the intent to get it to strike deep and hard.
"I'll protect you from everything, honey, I promise."
Arabella was in no doubt about that. Despite her confusion over him and everything that had happened to her, in that moment she knew Garrett Robillard was a man of his word.
"Did we really have sex?” Arabella still thought of that first time together as a wildly sensual dream.
"Yes,” Garrett whispered against her lips. “For one moment our worlds touched and we could touch and we made love."
"Really?” Arabella wanted to believe so desperately. “Describe my bedroom."
Garrett chuckled huskily at her request.
"Purple and messy."
Yep, that was her bedroom.
Garrett slid his hands to her hips. “Now let's relive the moment.” He turned her over. “On your knees, woman,” he commanded in a husky drawl.
Could she? Should she? Oh what the hell...
Arabella did as he commanded. She did not want to do anything else at that moment. She felt his hands flip her skirt up and his mouth on the cheek of her arse. It gave ass kissing a whole new seductive meaning. She pushed her bu
tt back against Garrett like she did the first time.
"Please fuck me,” she moaned as she felt his cock prodding the cheeks of her arse. She opened her legs wide to entice him inside.
"My pleasure, madam,” Garrett responded as he slid inside her in one long stroke.
"Oh, Garrett...” The feeling was so intense Arabella could well understand how she had collapsed the first time he had taken her. His cock was so long and thick she felt it into her stomach.
"Do you love me, Arabella?” Garrett asked as he thrust slowly in and out of her.
"I ... I don't know.” She loved the feel of Garrett inside her but was that just lust? Suddenly Garrett withdrew his cock and she felt terribly empty. “What are you doing?” The sound of desperation in her voice surprised her. She had never needed someone as badly as this man.
"You know you love me.” Garrett growled softly against her ear as his cock pushed against her skin. “Say it or I am not going to slide back inside."
"This is blackmail!"
"No this is all about honesty and need."
Arabella pushed back against his cock to lure him back inside. “I can hold out longer than you can.” He was one hard, erect man looking for a welcome place to bury himself.
"Can you, honey?” Garrett rubbed his cock up and down the open cleft of her arse as his fingers slid around to her clit.
Arabella whimpered at the insistent rhythm of his hand. She thrust her pelvis against his hand looking for release.
Garrett pulled his fingers out from between her legs.
"You're not coming until you admit the truth.” He slapped her arse lightly.
Arabella swung her head around and looked at him in frustration.
"You are a bastard but I love you,” she whispered softly. “Fuck me now or I'll make myself come.” Arabella was so one edge she felt like she was going to explode.
"No, there is no way you are coming without me inside you.” Garrett slid his cock into her once more and started to thrust hard and deep as if he was striving to keep control.
"Oh ... oh...” Arabella panted as she tried to keep pace with his rhythm. If he stopped now she would kill him as the mother of all orgasms was tearing at her body looking for release. She screamed as it hit her, driving her forward into the ground as her arse stuck up into the air with Garrett inside. She heard him laugh triumphantly but she did not care that he had won this round as she got what she wanted at the same time. Garrett pumped hard and fast into her as he came, clutching her to him.
As they collapsed in the grass both sated, Arabella realized one thing. It was not just lust. She was falling in love with her dream.
Chapter Four
Garrett's tongue entwined with Arabella's as she slid down and impaled herself on his eager cock. He pushed back the hair from her face and allowed her to set the pace of their lovemaking. Garrett adored everything about this woman from the wild look of arousal in her eyes to the beauty of her body and the way her muscles clenched his cock inside her. She was passionate, stubborn and crazy and he planned to make sure she never wanted to go back to her own time.
From the first glimpse of her in his dreams Garrett had wanted Arabella. He had seen this lovely woman and desired her as he had no other woman. She was an obsession, a passion and the love of his life. He was grateful to whichever god of time had allowed their worlds to touch. He knew it was no coincidence that this woman had picked up his sister's book in 2008. It was meant to be. Maybe it was beyond his ken but Garrett knew when to accept a gift when it was handed to him.
"Oh Garrett...” Arabella moaned softly as she rode him in a slow, leisurely fashion as if wanting to prolong the moment.
Garrett smiled lazily at the woman he loved and cupped her arse in his hands for maximum penetration. He knew Arabella loved him. Convincing her that she had to stay with him was not going to be easy. If true love and undeniable passion held any sway with the god then he and Arabella would be together forever. He knew in his heart she felt the connection as strongly as he did. Although he was unaware of what her life was like in 2008, he felt a loneliness about her that made him believe there was no one that loved her in her own time the way he could love her. Garrett would love her into staying.
He heard Arabella whimper and felt her start to ride him harder as if wanting to push them over the edge to come. As far as Garrett was concerned Arabella could do anything to him and he would love it. He chuckled as she shrieked in release and collapsed on him panting against his shoulder. Garrett held her close and shot hotly inside her. His woman had come home and he was happy.
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"You know I was under the influence of sex when I said that I loved you.” It wasn't my fault, it was the orgasm that made me do it.
Garrett looked at her in skeptical amusement as if he did not believe a word of it.
"You meant it and I am not going to let you back out of it.” He pulled her palm to his lips and kissed it.
Arabella looked up at the man who held her hand as he escorted her to the Raineys'. She was so confused. She had just experienced the best sex of her life and yet she had no idea where she stood with this man or this century. And yes okay she had said she loved him and she was fairly sure that was the truth but what did she know about love? An hour ago at the general store she was calling him a bastard and now she was feeling all lovey-dovey with him. What was that about? That there was intense mutual desire between them she did not doubt. Sex with Garrett was earth shattering yet where was this going to get her? Arabella had no place in 1888 and there was no point starting something she could not finish. Love meant being with the person you loved. She knew she would have to walk away. It was better to make the break now than to hurt Garrett later. Hurting herself she could live with.
"We should have used a condom.” How dumb had she been? There was no excuse for getting carried away like that without thinking precautions. Holy frigging hell . What would happen if she was pregnant? She looked at the gorgeous man walking casually at her side, their shoulders touching. She could see him with a bunch of mini-Garretts at his knee. Arabella shook her head to dispel the image of her as a mother to his children. Hell she wasn't even sure she wanted children until she laid eyes on Garrett. Oh God I am doing the clucky thing. “Do you even have condoms in 1888?” she snapped angrily at him though it was not his fault that she was feeling suddenly all gooey.
"Are you talking about French preventatives used to cover a cock?” Garrett asked with a wry grin as if he knew why the woman at his side was suddenly back to playing the shrew. “They are illegal but they can be gotten."
Illegal? And yet they were mandatory for anyone with any sense who was screwing around like a bunny in 2008.
"Anyway it's not an issue now as what just happened will not happen again.” She had to focus on why she was in 1888—yes the evidence was all around her—and then get out of 1888 before she got any more involved with Garrett Robillard. Her life, such as it was, was in 2008.
"Uh-huh,” murmured Garrett unconvinced as he tucked Arabella's hand into the crook of his arm.
"I mean it."
"I'm sure you do."
"Well I do.” Sex was bad. It made you do dumb things. Keep remembering that, Arabella girl, and you will be okay . “You know it's kind of weird and clearly hallucinogenic that I said I loved you that first time if I hadn't even met you.” Why had I said that?
"I think you know when you meet the love of your life, Arabella."
"Are you on laudanum?"
Garrett threw his head back and laughed.
"Why did you ask?"
"Because you 1888 people talk so much about destiny and paths and reincarnation that it's freaky.” Give them all flares and love beads and it could be the hippy era.
"Freaky is bad I take it?"
"It's not normal.” But what was normal? She was a woman who had sex with a dream only to realize he was not a dream but a flesh and blood man living in 1888. Arabella thought back to that
dream. “How did I get back into my pajamas?” She'd woken up on the Raineys’ floor clothed in flannelette.
"When you collapsed as you came I realized our time was limited so I re-dressed you."
"Oh.” Well that had been sweet of him. “How did you know time was limited?” She had not had a clue what was going on other than she had been fucked by a gorgeous stranger.
"I felt it ... I hoped for more.” Garrett looked into her eyes lovingly. “We have a strong, undeniable connection, honey.” His hand slid down to her arse and caressed it gently. “It may have started in a dream but it is very much reality."
Reality? Connections? Love? No, Arabella could not fall for sweet talk and loving glances or caresses. She had to toughen up as leaving him when the time came would be difficult. It was hard to work out how one person could have such an impact on your life after such a short space of time. Maybe Garrett was right. Maybe there was a deep connection between them but people had been connected before and parted and gone on to live their lives quite adequately. Arabella was a master at being adequate.
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