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“My family’s motto: ‘we live in hope.’ ’Tis in Gaelic. ’Twas the language of our village, but Da believed his children should learn to read and write and speak the English. We were taught by the priest in the village, a learned man who’d traveled far and seen much. I even learned to speak Latin and read it, too. Honor ruled our lives. Da gave me this no’ long before the battle. He told me a fantastical tale, that the jewel was enchanted. I thought ’twas nonsense he spoke; now I know Da spoke the truth.”

His fingertip swirled around the green jewel’s surface. “We were both holding the sword when the exchange happened. Mayhap if we both held the sword again, we would switch back.”

Skye’s insides twisted.
Switch back
? Was it selfish of her to want Cailin to stay? Forever? Yeah, it was. What about Roderick? Could he be running through the misty moors in a kilt at this very moment? He’d be lost in that time. Anyone from 2013 would be.

“Cailin, what are the odds? You’d have to carry the sword everywhere. It doesn’t make sense.”

He glanced up at her, a fierce determination clear in his expression. “None of this makes sense. But it happened, and no mistake. Honor dictates I do all I can to return to my own time and face whatever awaits me. My family needs me. I need to put a stop to this war. ’Tis futile, I see that now. Watching the movie only firmed my resolve, lass. I am a highlander and doona belong here.”

Tears stung at the backs of her eyes. “What happened to all the talk of you can adjust, and you won’t focus on the past? Don’t you want to stay here—with me?”

Oh hell, she’d revealed too much. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded needy and desperate.

Cailin placed the sword next to him on the sofa. Then he stood. He ran his hands up and down her arms in a comforting motion.

“’Tis tempting. You are like no other lass I’ve ever met, Skye. Even now, I am hard for you.”

Glancing down, Skye saw the evidence. A severe need roared through her. To hell with waiting. She wanted him—and right now.

Pulling flush against him, she rubbed herself against that solid hardness until she heard the ragged moan tear from his lips. She quickly captured the sound in her mouth with a kiss so passionate she hardly believed it.

Cailin burrowed his hands through her hair, until one hand clasped the back of her neck, holding her steady while he returned the kiss in equal fervor. Her body was aflame, roasting from the inside out. Spontaneous combustion was a real possibility.

He broke the kiss. “I want you, Skye, in my bed and under me while I thrust inside you. I canna deny it. I should tell you, I’m not very experienced, lass. As I said, there was no time for bed-sport for a warrior. I tupped a few tavern wenches over the years. They meant nothing. This—” He rubbed his hardened cock next to her thigh. “This will mean everything to me. Know that.”

Oh God, his words. What could she tell him, that she’d enough experience for the both of them? Good thing she’d noticed Roderick had condoms in the bathroom cabinet.

“Cailin, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had lots of boyfriends.” His brow furrowed at her words. “What’s the word for your time, courted? Stepped out? Dated? Damn, maybe I’m a tavern wench. Times have changed. I guess what I’m saying is I’ve had lots of experience.” She felt her cheeks flush hot and she’d no idea why. She liked sex. How to explain that to a man from 1814?

She squealed loudly when Cailin lifted her off her feet. His capable, strong hands cupped her ass, so she crossed her legs behind him and threw her arms around his neck.

His teeth nipped at her chin. “Well then, Skye. Commence educating me on the finer points of tupping. I am a fast learner. I’ll tell you what I want. I want to fuck you, pound into you until you scream my name. I want your lips on my cock. I want….”

She grabbed both sides of his head and kissed him hard. Pulling back, she breathlessly demanded, “Then let’s do it all. Now.”

Chapter Nine

Cailin poised at her entrance. They’d hastily undressed and now both were very naked and aroused. Skye had found sheaths and helped roll the strange item over his cock. Skye lay on the bed, her lovely legs spread, showing him paradise on earth. She was wet for him, glistening and eager. God’s stones, had he ever seen anything so beautiful? Not the most brilliant sunrise nor the most stunning sunset across the moors compared to the luscious woman lying before him.

He wanted to taste every inch of her skin, lick her wetness, and suck her glorious tits. If only he could do them all at once. He gripped his cock and pushed through her swollen folds until he was seated to the hilt. By all the saints, if he moved, he would come. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. Her insides gripped his cock in an intimate embrace that had him shuddering from the intensity.

Pulling back out, he slowly and carefully plunged back into her cunny. Sweet Christ, bluidy heaven. It took all his concentration not to come right then. The last thing he wanted to do was spill himself like a lad in the first flush of lust.

Skye moaned. “Yes, more!”

Her hoarsely spoken words urged him on. His withdraw and plunge grew in intensity.

Skye raised her hips to meet his movements. He reached under her ass and anchored her body for a more purposeful slide. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. The sensations and emotions near had him ready to howl. Skye’s luscious tits bounced with every thrust. She cried out, her head sinking back into the pillow, and her body shuddered and gripped his cock tighter in her release. What little control he clung to blew apart, and he roared as he spent his seed. Balancing his weight on shaky arms, he withdrew. Glancing down, he saw his seed clustered at the head of the sheath. His arms gave out, and he landed on his back next to Skye. She curled next to his body, their heavy, husky breaths intermingling.

“Cailin. I don’t know what to say,” she said breathlessly.

“I came too soon. Sorry, lass. Next time—”

Skye laid a finger gently on his lips. “No, I mean, that was better than anything I experienced before. I want next time to be now.”

She peeled off his sheath—or rubber, she called it—and rolled on another. She sat up and straddled his hips, her hands stroking his cock into hardness again. Bluidy hell, he was ready to go again. Before he could speak, she crouched over him and plunged down on his stiffened prick until her arse hit his ballocks.

“Grab my hips and thrust upward while I rock back and forth—oh hell, yes, like that.”

He never had a woman on top of him before. Her tits swayed with every motion she made. The temptation was too much to bear. He sat up enough so his mouth could clamp on her hardened nipples. He suckled, his tongue swirled around the areola, and as he bit down gently on the nub. Skye cried out, her head back and her eyes closed. As he sucked, he continued with his upward thrusts. Skye rocked faster; so did he. He moved to her other breast, giving it equal attention. He feasted and gloried in her cries and purrs of satisfaction. Something hitched in his chest. Overwhelming feelings swamped him. As his climax built, so did the intensity of his emotions. Good suffering Christ, he was falling for her. Skye screamed her release. He kept plunging into her hot, wet cunny. His mouth left her breast and trailed down her ribs.

“Again, Skye. Ride me; come for me. Fuck my cock.”

She bucked harder at his raw words. Never talked this way with a lass. Why her? He’d never felt so at ease before. He trusted Skye enough to show her the passion and lust within him. The few other lasses he’d been with, he’d always held a part of himself back. Not with Skye. He wanted to give her everything. This might not be his body, but everything he felt inside was him and him alone.

Skye pushed him back down until his head hit the pillow. She leaned over him and gripped the headboard. The change in angle deepened his thrust and sparked his desire beyond the earthly realm. He licked her nipples as they swayed past his face.

“Oh, God. Cailin—”

She cried out and her wee body shook with another climax. He joined her release, and it was even more intense than the last. Skye collapsed on his chest. He ran his hands down her back while her breathing slowed. With his cock still inside her, he moved his hips slightly and felt the smile on her lips. She slowly climbed off and curled next to him again.

“For a man with little experience, you do learn quickly.”

He laughed. He caressed her shoulder. “I always took instruction well.”

Skye’s hand moved across his chest. Her touch was like flint to steel.

“What other talents do you have?” she teased.

“I can sing.”

Skye lifted her head to look at him. “Really?”

“Aye. Singing and storytelling is a large part of clan life. My grandfather Alec Macbeth was a Seanachaidh, a teller of tales and a keeper of history. My da could sing. His voice could make the saints weep. I suppose I took after him.”

“Can you sing to me?”

“If you like.”

He cleared his throat. He chose a mournful ballad. He’d always excelled at them.

I must leave my hearth and home

I must leave my clan and kin

I must leave my native land

My dearest love I must leave thee now

For to battle I am called

I hear the drums of war echo through the Highlands

The beat of the drums does call

But my heart is always here for you

When I am gone, my last breath you will feel as the gentle breeze

My love you will feel as the morning sun

My tears you will feel as a gentle spring rain

My dearest love I must leave thee now

Skye could not believe what she heard. Talk about making the saints weep…. His deep, melodic voice did the same to her. Why had he chosen that particular song? Good-bye and farewell? She brushed away the few hot tears that had snaked down her cheeks.

Cailin embraced her tight. “Ah, love. I dinna mean to make you cry. ’Tis a sad song, to be sure. I should have sung it in my mother’s tongue. ’Tis even more beautiful, but you wouldn’t have understood it. But the time will come when we must say fare-thee-well.”

She sat up straight and cupped his face. Her gaze held him.

“No. Don’t talk about it anymore. I don’t want you to leave. I’ve never felt this way. It’s crazy…. I’ve only known you for barely three days. I accept you’re Cailin from 1814. I believe it all. But you can’t just pop into my life and then leave me. I’ve fallen in love with you, Cailin.”

She kissed him. Oh God, she’d said the words aloud. Her heart was nearly banging through her breastplate. He seemed stunned at her emotional declaration; he didn’t return the kiss right away. His hesitation spurned her to take the kiss deeper. Cailin, at last, moaned and kissed her back, but only for a moment. He pulled away.

“I dinna know what to say.”

“Say nothing. I never expected to fall in love this fast and certainly not with a man from another time and place. I’m glad I said it. I’ve never been in love before. Let me show you how much….”

She pushed Cailin on his back. Reaching for the condom, she tore it off and tossed it in nearby wastebasket. Straddling him, she laid hot, urgent kisses across his collarbone and proceeded to move lower. She nipped his skin, licked and sucked his nipples until he writhed and moaned. She trailed her tongue down the valley of his rugged and well-formed abs and swirled around his belly button. Two prominent veins ran from either side of his stomach down to his hardening cock. She followed the trail, and Cailin shuddered from the contact.

Grasping his dick, she stood it up straight. Foreskin—still not used to it. All the men she’d been with didn’t have one. She moved it up and over the swollen head, then back down until Cailin growled. She traced along the snake of veins that roped around his prick, making a bead of cum seep at the slit. Her tongue darted out and licked it off while Cailin’s back arched off the bed.

“Did a tavern wench ever take your cock in her mouth?”

Cailin’s eyes hooded in obvious arousal. He glanced down as her mouth poised above his cock.

“Nay, never. Almost, once. I asked for it after the tup. I dinna have enough money. It cost extra.”

He was so scrumptious. “This one’s on the house.”

Skye took him deep, hollowing her cheeks for ultimate suction. He tasted musky, salty, and utterly delicious. She’d had her share of cocks in her mouth since she’d become sexually active at seventeen, but nothing felt like this. Everything was heightened. She was in love. What else could it be? Scraping her teeth along the girth and length of him, his husky moans urged her to deep throat him again. She twisted her hand at the base as she sucked and licked.

Cailin’s hips rose off the bed in time with her sucking motions. His fists banged the bed.

She popped his erection out of her mouth long enough to say, “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to swallow it all. Shoot it, Cailin. Mark me.”

His response was an animal growl similar to one she’d heard from caged tigers at the circus once. His hand gripped her head, encouraging her to continue. She did.

“Sweet Christ, Skye. More. That’s it, lass.”

He gripped her hair with his long fingers while his hips pumped gently. His breathing was raw, his words naughty. Hot jets of cum spurted down her throat. God, he even tasted good.

She took him all, licked him clean, then pulled back and wiped her mouth. Cailin lay sprawled on the bed, his legs and arms spread and his muscular chest heaving and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He was spent, exhausted, and she derived a great deal of pleasure from bringing him to that state.

Curling in next to him, she marveled at the warmth he exuded. She felt so protected and cherished near him. She’d fallen in love with the man within, though the stunning outer shell was certainly icing on the cake. He’d never returned the sentiment, and she didn’t care.

Chapter Ten