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Authors: Julia Templeton
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
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Terri, too tired and drunk to watch any longer, crawled back to her cot and lay down.
Tonight had been a wake-up call. Though Brochan had turned the woman away now, what about tomorrow or the next night? Maybe all men were alike, and whether shewished to believe it or not, Brochan wanted her for only one thing…as a piece of ass. She couldn’t fall in love with the man, because she would only be devastated when he replaced her down the road. What she did need to do was find a way out of this solar and back to her own time. Before she lost her mind.
Brochan glanced toward the solar for the tenth time in as many minutes. He had been gone all morning, hunting with Fergus and a handful of his men.
Since his return he had hoped to get a glimpse of blond hair, to see the familiar blue eyes searching for him.
But Annabelle never appeared at the narrow window.
When he had checked on her last night, he had been tempted to enter, to make love to her again, but he didn’t. Instead, he replaced the guards at the door with his most trusted men, and returned to his chamber.
Morgar, who had watched her throughout the night, had said she did not make a sound and had requested nothing.
Brochan had sent a tray of food up earlier, knowing she must be hungry.
He would check on her directly, just to make sure she had not taken ill.
Along the castle’s battlements his men walked back and forth, awaiting Laird MacLellan’s arrival.
Angus would be on his way with a small army directly.
And they would be ready to fight.
Every last one of his men.
To the death if need be.
Will you give her back to her father? Fergus’s question still burned in his ears.
Would he give Annabelle back? What if MacLellan agreedto pay a ransom? Would he be willing to part with her then?
He knew the answer already. Nay.
He thought of Annabelle’s pledge to marry her cousin. Would the cousin demand her release as well? Would he come with MacLellan?
The thought of Annabelle spreading her thighs for the man made him curse beneath his breath.
Over his dead body.
He remembered her as she’d been in the moonlight. Rising out of the lake like a pagan witch. Her creamy skin dripping with water. Her pink nipples tightening from the cool water. The strip of hair that covered her succulent treasure, her core so hot and dripping that he had slid right in, stretching her, filling her so completely.
His cock twitched.
He looked toward the solar again.
“Fergus, I shall be back directly.”
He didn’t wait to see if Fergus had heard him. Last night he had lain awake wondering if Annabelle was all right. After Eva’s visit he knew that the wench would not take well to another woman sharing his bed, and perhaps might try to harm Annabelle.
He took the steps two at a time. The guards came to attention, and he nodded at them. “Open the door,” he said, and waited, his heart pumping with excitement and something else as the door opened.
He closed it behind him, his gaze immediately going to the cot, where she lay unmoving. Did she still slumber?
The blanket had fallen off, and she lay on her stomach, one leg hitched up, her bottom in the air.
His cock swelled, pressing against his leather braies.
“Annabelle,” he said, approaching her.
She turned her head slightly, blinking repeatedly. A moment later her lips curved into a smile and his heart missed a beat.
“Good morning,” she said, stretching.
The chemise stretched against her skin, the material hiding nothing from his gaze, only enticing him to look at the dark places in shadow.
The crack of her beautiful ass being one.
Untying the cord of his braies, he stepped out of them and pulled his tunic off. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop him.
He stood at the foot of the cot, and taking the hem of her chemise, he drew it up and over her bottom.
He groaned as she spread her legs a little, her plump cheeks enticing him. His body covered hers, his cock resting against the cheeks of her
Tonight had been a wake-up call. Though Brochan had turned the woman away now, what about tomorrow or the next night? Maybe all men were alike, and whether shewished to believe it or not, Brochan wanted her for only one thing…as a piece of ass. She couldn’t fall in love with the man, because she would only be devastated when he replaced her down the road. What she did need to do was find a way out of this solar and back to her own time. Before she lost her mind.
Brochan glanced toward the solar for the tenth time in as many minutes. He had been gone all morning, hunting with Fergus and a handful of his men.
Since his return he had hoped to get a glimpse of blond hair, to see the familiar blue eyes searching for him.
But Annabelle never appeared at the narrow window.
When he had checked on her last night, he had been tempted to enter, to make love to her again, but he didn’t. Instead, he replaced the guards at the door with his most trusted men, and returned to his chamber.
Morgar, who had watched her throughout the night, had said she did not make a sound and had requested nothing.
Brochan had sent a tray of food up earlier, knowing she must be hungry.
He would check on her directly, just to make sure she had not taken ill.
Along the castle’s battlements his men walked back and forth, awaiting Laird MacLellan’s arrival.
Angus would be on his way with a small army directly.
And they would be ready to fight.
Every last one of his men.
To the death if need be.
Will you give her back to her father? Fergus’s question still burned in his ears.
Would he give Annabelle back? What if MacLellan agreedto pay a ransom? Would he be willing to part with her then?
He knew the answer already. Nay.
He thought of Annabelle’s pledge to marry her cousin. Would the cousin demand her release as well? Would he come with MacLellan?
The thought of Annabelle spreading her thighs for the man made him curse beneath his breath.
Over his dead body.
He remembered her as she’d been in the moonlight. Rising out of the lake like a pagan witch. Her creamy skin dripping with water. Her pink nipples tightening from the cool water. The strip of hair that covered her succulent treasure, her core so hot and dripping that he had slid right in, stretching her, filling her so completely.
His cock twitched.
He looked toward the solar again.
“Fergus, I shall be back directly.”
He didn’t wait to see if Fergus had heard him. Last night he had lain awake wondering if Annabelle was all right. After Eva’s visit he knew that the wench would not take well to another woman sharing his bed, and perhaps might try to harm Annabelle.
He took the steps two at a time. The guards came to attention, and he nodded at them. “Open the door,” he said, and waited, his heart pumping with excitement and something else as the door opened.
He closed it behind him, his gaze immediately going to the cot, where she lay unmoving. Did she still slumber?
The blanket had fallen off, and she lay on her stomach, one leg hitched up, her bottom in the air.
His cock swelled, pressing against his leather braies.
“Annabelle,” he said, approaching her.
She turned her head slightly, blinking repeatedly. A moment later her lips curved into a smile and his heart missed a beat.
“Good morning,” she said, stretching.
The chemise stretched against her skin, the material hiding nothing from his gaze, only enticing him to look at the dark places in shadow.
The crack of her beautiful ass being one.
Untying the cord of his braies, he stepped out of them and pulled his tunic off. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop him.
He stood at the foot of the cot, and taking the hem of her chemise, he drew it up and over her bottom.
He groaned as she spread her legs a little, her plump cheeks enticing him. His body covered hers, his cock resting against the cheeks of her
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