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Chapter Five

“I’m Danny,” he said.

With his blond hair peeking out from under his cowboy hat
and those eyes, he reminded me of Taranis. In fact, the resemblance was
striking. Perhaps Taranis was Danny’s ancestor? I shook my head and focused my
thoughts on this encounter and what I wanted, pushing the ancient past aside.

“Please.” I reached up to touch his cheek. “Make me feel
safe.”

Danny’s arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. My gown
slipped lower. His lips descended upon me, blazing a hot trail from my mouth to
my neck, and then to the valley between my breasts. I arched my back and rubbed
at his thick muscular shoulders to urge him on. He took my nipple between his
lips, his hot tongue swirling around, setting my pulse to race.

I wished I had more time.

I felt a hand creep up between my open thighs. He chuckled,
realizing I wore nothing beneath my dress. He laid me back fully and his finger
pushed into my pussy. My hips arched up to welcome his touch. Faintly, in the
background, I was aware of the warm dirt on my back and Danny’s horse nickering
as it waited for its master’s return.

Hurry
, I wanted to yell as I turned and fumbled with
Danny’s pants to get a hold of his cock. For some reason I was mad for him,
more than I thought I’d be. I freed his cock from his pants, delighting in the
feel of the thick length of him. “Fuck me, Danny. Please,” I begged. Soon all
of that velvet-covered steel would be inside of me.

He rose up to kneel between my thighs. I smiled as he
settled my dress up around my hips. Lifting both my legs, he pushed them back
against my breasts, tilting my ass up at an optimal angle. I watched him sit
back on his heels, open his legs and scoot closer to nestle them on either side
of my ass. From this position he had complete access to me. So much for me being
a chaste little country girl. He began by teasing my pussy with the head of his
generous cock. Slowly he dipped inside of me, only to withdraw again. This
continued for several strokes while the excitement built inside me. My head
thrashed from side to side.
Oh, hurry! Hurry!
I silently screamed. He
appeared well-versed in the art of sexual pleasure. Next, I felt the tip of his
cock push into my ass. Though I’d planned ahead and lubed myself up before
jumping, he was still going to be a tight fit. I bit my lip to keep from crying
out. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he had this scenario planned out well
in advance, prior to my arrival. Perhaps he’d been on his way to the saloon,
and then on to a house of ill repute? Whatever the reason for his obvious skill
and ardor, I was up for it.

“Hard, Danny. Hard,” I yelled, not caring if I shocked him.
The cowboy complied, thrusting into me with wild abandon. A tidal wave was
building inside me, aching to crash against the shore. “Yes!” I screamed
minutes later, coming better than ever before.

Danny pulled out and came all over my ass, yelling,
“Yee-haw.” I gave him a moment to collect himself then I wiggled away and got
to my feet. He lay down and stared up at me with a contented smile while I
arranged my dress.

“I don’t even know your name,” he drawled.

“It’s Marley,” I said. “Sorry, I have to go.” Before he
could get to his feet, I sprinted off around the side of the rocky hill. I
vanished in the nick of time.

When I landed back in my room, I watched Danny for a moment
in the viewer window. He had been amazing. I was almost tempted to go back in
right now and have another go at him.

I sighed in frustration and turned off the Pocket Jumper.
No, it was too much of a risk. Not only with being caught, but with my softening
heart. I felt myself being inadvertently drawn to both Danny and Taranis, more
so than I’d like to admit. It wouldn’t do for me to get too attached to a man
from the past.

The hot shower washed away the dirt and dust from my body. I
thought about Danny as I toweled off. The similarities between him and Taranis
were so amazing. If I didn’t know better, I would swear they were the same man.

I went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed to brush the
tangles out of my hair. I reached for my list and crossed off Cowboy.

My next target was Caveman. Wow, I must have been drunk when
I thought that one up. After that I’d written down Pirate. Maybe I could skip
over Caveman? However, as I leaned back onto my bed and thought about a
primitive, lusty man, with no inhibitions, all rugged and hairy, I got turned
on.

I wouldn’t need a costume for that one. If I arrived naked
and raring to go, he probably wouldn’t club me and drag me off into a cave to
take me roughly.

Then again, I mused, cupping my breasts and pinching my
hardening nipples.

Maybe he would?

Chapter Six

The next afternoon I stood primed, naked and ready to step
through the portal. I was locked on to location—10,000 B.C. I didn’t want to
venture farther back than that for fear I’d encounter an ice age. Since I was
going naked, that could pose a problem.

The place I settled on seemed perfect. A nice, warm
eighty-five degrees. I’d locked in a time, scanned the surroundings and found a
wooded area with a big cave. It appeared that a lone man—perhaps an outcast—lived
there. I’d zoomed in on him and found him quite attractive in a primal sort of
way.

I watched him stroll into his cave and then I stepped into
the portal. My feet touched down on the rough ground and I had to tenderly make
my way forward. I cursed my sensitive feet, knowing this slow going was costing
me precious moments.

“Hello,” I called out once I got into view of the cave. I
didn’t want to startle the guy and wind up with a spear in my belly. I called
out once more and seconds later a blond head peeked out of the cave.

I waved. “Hope you’re horny,” I said under my breath as I
sashayed forward. In case he had any doubts about my intentions, I cupped my
breasts, offering them to him as I got closer. He came out of the cave and
walked up to meet me.

I was surprised now that I saw him up close. He didn’t look
like a caveman at all. Sure, he was dressed the part in an animal-skin tunic
that tied at one shoulder, and his hair was messed up. But he was so tall, and
clean.

And damned if he didn’t look exactly like Taranis and Danny.

What the hell was going on?

I let go of my boobs and put my hands on my hips. “Okay, who
are you?” I demanded. Running into one of the gladiator’s descendants would be
rare enough, but two would be ludicrous.

Someone was messing with me.

Caveman smiled and crossed his arms. “Does this mean you
don’t want to fuck, Marley?”

I gasped and actually staggered back a couple of feet. “How
did you…what did you say?”

“You really don’t recognize me?” He appeared to be genuinely
insulted. “You’re not just acting?”

It took me a moment to answer while I searched my memory.
“No.”

“From Danoch Labs?”

“How do you know where I work?” Was this really happening to
me?

“Because that’s where I work too.”

Granted, it was a huge building. I admit I didn’t know every
employee, but this guy I’d remember, I’m sure. “No.” I refused to accept it.
The ramifications were too horrifying. If we were cohorts then that meant this
guy had already fucked me in Rome, and in Arizona, and almost here as well. I’d
be the office slut.

“Yes,” he insisted. “You were given the Pocket Jumper to try
out.”

And if he was traveling around in the past then that meant,
“You have one too.”

He smiled and nodded.

“I don’t understand. How were you able to be everywhere I
was?” Except the knight. I knew he hadn’t been him.

Caveman stared at my tits while I spoke but then snapped his
eyes back up to my face. “Time is a precarious thing. Did you really think we’d
just hand out these devices and not monitor them?”

“We?” My God, was he upper management?

“Each of you given a Pocket Jumper had a tracking device
installed on it. My Jumper was actually linked with yours. It showed me
everything you scanned. Every place you intended to go, my Jumper would go as
well.”

No way. “But I would step through and find a guy already
there in that time.”

“Yes, but I could set my Jumper to take me through several
minutes, even hours, before you arrived—enough time to get into position. One
simple flick of the switch and it was easily accomplished.”

He was full of shit. “What about the fifteen minute timer?
You’d have vanished before me.”

“My Jumper has no such timer.”

“But, they told us…”

He held up his hand to stall my rant. “I know what you were
told. And yes, your devices do have that timer as you saw for yourself. But
ours don’t. There doesn’t have to be a set time that you can stay.”

“There doesn’t?” Damn, I could have fucked for hours. My
head practically spun with all the crazy thoughts running through it. He’d been
on to me this entire time.

As though reading my mind, Caveman smiled devilishly at me.
“Of course, I had no idea what you were up to, not until I saw you with that
medieval knight.”

Heat sprang to my cheeks as I recalled exactly what
had occurred with the knight. What was worse were all the other scenarios that
this guy had not only witnessed, but been a part of.

“Speaking of time,” he said, staring at my tits again.

“Forget it. I’m not fucking you. I don’t care if you fire
me.”

He looked shocked. “Fire you? My God, Marley, this has been
the best week of my life.”

“I’ll bet.”

“Look, you may not remember me, but I remember you. I’ve
seen you almost every day for the past six months and I couldn’t even get you
to notice me.”

That was shocking. “You’ve watched me?” Creepy, but sweet. I
smiled a little.

He smiled back. “Every day.”

I could see his cock was tenting his tunic. “I’m gonna
disappear in a few minutes.” I saw the disappointment cross his face. “But I
could come right back.”

He reached out and took my hand. “I’d like that.” I stepped
toward him and my arms went up around his neck. His head lowered and he kissed
me hard.

I pulled back for a second. “What’s your name? Your real
name.”

“Dan,” he said. “But you can call me Danny.”

“I’d like that,” I said.

Then I kissed him quick before I vanished.

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