She grinned. “I’m not joking. This place is real. Well, perhaps not real in the sense that you and I would use the word. It’s more...more...non-corporeal. Outside the normal space-time continuum, so to speak.”
Max raised the other eyebrow. “Might I ask if Scotty is going to rush in and beam us up any minute? You been doing some Vulcan mind-meld thing with Spock here?” He tipped his head towards the man smiling at them.
She sighed and looked over at the woman. “Can you explain it to him?”
“Nope. You’re on your own with this one. You’re only here for a sort of debriefing, anyway.”
Max moved his hips around. “We’ve been de-briefed already, by the feel of things.”
Peta blushed.
The man sat down on the bed with a smothered chuckle. “Max, don’t sweat it. You and Peta have played your roles perfectly. The problem that was about to interrupt the natural flow of time has been corrected. You are both still alive and matters will progress as ordained.”
“Good to know.” Max leaned back. He was definitely hallucinating. And it was rather nice. A lovely room, warm air, Peta naked beside him under the sheets...if these two visions would just evaporate or disintegrate or something, he could make it even better.
“We seldom interfere, you know,” said the woman thoughtfully. “But there are times when intervention is the only way to avert a serious problem. We needed Peta to be in the right place at the right time. We needed her to save you, Max. You are important.”
Peta looked at him. “He sure is.”
The woman’s lips twitched and she coughed a little. “Yes, well, be that as it may, everything has now been set to rights. In a little while, you’ll go back to your own time. You will remember little, if anything, of this experience. Maybe a dream or two.”
Max jerked a little. His eyes turned to the man. “My dream. Christ, it was you in my dream, wasn’t it?”
The man grinned.
“What dream?”
“Never mind. I’ll tell you later.” He wasn’t about to go down that road with her quite yet. There was time now. At least he hoped so.
“Will you trust us? Believe us when we tell you that soon you’ll be back where you belong?” The woman tipped her head at Max.
He shrugged. “What choice do I have?”
“None whatsoever,” answered the man. “The reason you’re not back right now is that your bodies have taken rather a beating, I’m afraid. You, Max, hit your head on Peta’s bureau when she knocked you down, and are presently suffering a concussion. Peta...”
Max’s heart thumped. “Oh God. She was shot, wasn’t she? She took that damned bullet Struthers meant for me.” He turned to Peta and let the anguish pour through him. “How could you?”
“Because I love you, silly thing,” she soothed. “You’d have done the same for me. You were about to.”
“Yes, but that’s different,” he began.
“Er, let’s not squabble about it, shall we?” The interruption came firmly from the woman as she stood up from the bed and gave Peta’s hand a little pat. “Peta was shot, but not fatally. Her body is resting and healing, and when you go back more healing will be necessary. Which is why...” She cleared her throat again. “Why my husband and I thought you might like some time here together, before you have to return. There’s going to be a lot of resting and recuperating needed before you two can—um—“ She blushed.
Max felt a slow smile creep around his lips. “Mighty thoughtful of you, Ma’am,” he grinned.
“We like to think that our world runs along on wheels greased by love and passion, Max,” said the man, with a knowing look in his eyes. “In another time, another place, you would have made a hell of a genie.”
“A genie?” choked Max. “Oh I don’t think so. Vests? Blue skin? A bottle?”
“Not quite.” Two chuckles greeted Max’s outrage. “Relax now. The next time you sleep you will return to your world, and your memories of Anyela will be gone.”
They moved away from the bed, the man sliding his hand around the woman’s waist. He spoke once more. “Thank you both. You have provided an invaluable service to the progression of time. Enjoy your reward.”
They were gone.
Max was finally alone with Peta.
Chapter Twenty Six
Peta felt herself pulled close to a hard chest by a pair of strong arms, and she sighed with pleasure.
“Alone at last.”
She giggled. “I thought they’d never leave.” She daringly pressed her lips to the solid expanse of flesh in front of her. “Mmm. Max. You taste so good. I love you so awfully much, you know.”
He ran his fingers along her arm from her shoulder to her elbow and made her shiver. “I know. And I love you too. I’m just sorry it took me so damn long to realize it. If I hadn’t left you that morning...this morning...hell, I’m lost. What day is it?”
“Who knows? Doesn’t matter. And if you hadn’t left, Struthers might have snuck in and shot both of us without a blink. At least with you gone he was offered the chance to set things up for himself, which bought us some valuable time. He was quite insane, I think.”
“Did he hurt you? Before I got home?” Max frowned.
“No. He scared the shit out of me though. I thought it was you coming in, and that was why I had no—er—well, I didn’t bother to dress too much.”
He chuckled, making her ear rumble. “So that’s why you were in those enticing white panties.”
“Yes. I think Struthers was rather shocked for a moment too. But it wasn’t too long before he heard you come in the house, and the next thing I knew he was on top of me with that blasted gun shoved up under my back. He knew how to make it look like I was encouraging him, all right.” She sniffed. “Stupid idiot. He should have known you better. As if you’d believe I could encourage him.” She peeped up at Max. “You didn’t believe I could, did you?”
“Absolutely not. I took one look in your eyes, and knew something was very wrong.”
She snickered. “You’re a very smart man.”
Max huffed out a snort. “Of course. I have you. I’m smart enough to know that you’re the only one for me. I could have been smarter and figured it out earlier, but hell. We made it. Now we can begin fulfilling our dreams.” His hand crept to her breast, cupping it lovingly.
“Oh, that reminds me. What did you say earlier about a dream?”
Max sighed.
“Tell me? Please?”
“I have a better idea,” he said. He rolled over onto Peta, nestling his cock between her thighs, which she obligingly opened for him. “Mmm. How about I show you.”
“Oooh. It was that kind of dream, was it?” She couldn’t help the little wiggle of her hips as she felt Max’s hot cock slipping and sliding over her flesh. She adjusted her position to get him right where she wanted him. Up against her secret places. She raised and lowered her hips slightly, letting her juices moisten him.
He groaned. “Oh, babe. Any time you do that is a dream.”
She slipped her hands down his back and filled them with his buttocks, pressing him against her. “God, Max. I was so afraid.”
He sighed with pleasure. “Yeah, I know. Me too. When I saw that damn gun—“
“No, not that. I was afraid you weren’t coming back. When you walked out of my house, you took my heart, maybe my whole life, with you.”
He kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep, demanding she kiss him back. Which she did. With a great deal of enthusiasm. Kissing Max, decided Peta, was one of life’s great pleasures.
He moved, rubbing his body against hers in a sensual slide. Okay, make that another of life’s pleasures.
“I could never have left you. Every step I took away from you damn near killed me.” He stared at her, his hazel eyes glowing.
“Thank heavens for that.” She reached up and stroked his cheek lovingly once more, unable to get her fill of touching him. “I think you’re stuck with me, Max.”
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“I think we’re stuck together.” His body moved a little, demonstrating the truth of his words. “And I have no complaints at all.”
He reached behind him and found her hands, lifting them up and pinning them to the pillow behind her head. Her back arched, and he lowered his head, suckling a nipple into his mouth.
Peta shivered. His touch, his tongue, his heat...they were stoking up her fires to inferno-like levels, and she felt that familiar emptiness in her lower belly that told her something ought to be there. Something that only Max could provide.
“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Please. Right here, right now.”
She spread her thighs wide, opening herself. Offering all that she was in a flagrant invitation.
He accepted.
Raising his hips, his cock found her wetness, her heat, the swollen tissues that wept tears of joy just for him.
Slowly, very slowly, as if he was relishing every single moment, Max’s cock slid home.
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It took milliseconds for Max to become aware that this was different. “Christ, Peta. You feel...you feel...” He moved experimentally. Yeah. She felt.
“Feel how?”
His eyes closed as he gently slid out and then back in to her again. “Hot. Slick. I don’t know. Yes I do.” He opened his eyes and stared at her. “This is a first for me.”
He felt her body tremble as she giggled. “Oh come on.” She didn’t understand.
“Don’t you get it? This is the first time I’ve ever, ever, made love without protection. With nothing between me and your fire. Your wonderful—“ He plunged again. “Boiling hot—” Another plunge. “—Fire.”
Peta groaned as he thrust once more.
Max was beyond thought. His cock was wrapped in searing silk, her muscles caressing and squeezing him into bliss.
“I never realized how different it could be,” she breathed. “It’s a first for me, too.”
He held himself deep within her as her eyes opened wide.
“I can feel you so much better. Every little part of you.” She grinned. “Although I use the word ‘little’ in the metaphorical sense, of course.”
He grinned back.
With a swift move, he rolled them, ending up on his back with his cock still deep inside her. She settled herself astride him, folding her legs comfortably either side of his hips.
“God, this is fabulous,” she whispered.
Max let his hands roam. He found her spine and traced it lightly all the way down to the soft curve of her buttocks. He cupped her cheeks and tugged them slightly, stroking her cleft and bringing a moan to her throat.
“Ride me, babe,” he encouraged.
Well, all right, she probably didn’t need to be told what to do, since she was already leaning forward, taking her weight on her hands and lifting up a little. She was a natural at this. Just perfect.
And she’d managed to get those wonderful breasts right where he needed them.
He kept up his light touches around her buttocks as his mouth sought her nipple, swinging tantalizingly close to her mouth. There. He’d found it. He suckled her strongly, teasing the hard bud with his tongue and pressing it to the roof of his mouth, making her gasp.
He could feel her muscles clenching on him as he sucked. It was truly, absolutely amazing, and it blew Max away. Each strong pull of his mouth was answered by a ripple deep inside her around his cock.
There was a weird kind of symmetry to it that left him breathless.
His fingers found her puckered skin between her cheeks and pressed, making her sob with pleasure.
“Bloody hell,” she grunted.
He tried to grin, but she chose that moment to sink so far down on him that their bodies merged into one.
He realized that all those romance novels were right. There were times when two people lost themselves in each other. When they didn’t know where one ended and the other began.
This was such a moment.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed.
Peta’s hands clawed at his shoulders as her body shuddered on top of his. She pushed herself onto him, sliding around him, cradling his cock inside her and loving it with every squeeze, every gasp, every little squirm she made.
The harder she pushed, the more he felt her clit against him, and he began to meet thrust with thrust, and downward slide with upward push.
It was an ancient rhythm, pounded out by hearts and bodies, and Max allowed his instincts to direct the moves of this dance. His instincts and his heart.
They were both panting, now, slick with sweat and moisture, their flesh meeting and parting in a kiss all its own.
He pressed his finger past her anal muscles, penetrating her a little and adding a new touch to nerves he knew were screaming.
She cried out and pushed him so deep inside her he could feel her womb pressing on the tip of his cock.
It was truly a moment out of time. Max’s soul crumpled, stunned by the feel of her, both inside and out. His balls contracted, he gasped for air around her breast, and with a sharp cry he felt himself erupt.
She was right there with him.
Peta ground herself against him, and the increased pressure seemed to send her off the edge of heaven. No sooner had he begun to come than she was shivering and shaking around him and over him.
His spurts began, intense and strong, filling her with all that he was. Her sheath contracted tight around him, sucking the life out of him, pulling everything deep within her.
Max knew this was more than just an incredible fuck. This was a life-altering, mind-bending, heart-shattering orgasm for both of them.
He let go, let it happen and lost himself in the wonder of it all.
Peta didn’t know anything at all.
She was completely and absolutely immersed in the experience of loving Max with every single bit of her.
Her orgasm threatened to explode through her ears, and she screamed out his name as the convulsive shudders spread from her clit to the top of her head. Her thighs gripped his hips so hard that his bones dug in, adding a weird dash of pain to her pleasure.
His finger was pressing into her arse, taking her even higher as new sensations racked her and stole the breath from her lungs.
She choked in a great lungful of air as she fought to prolong the moment.
His cock was pulsing inside her, each twitch sending her higher and higher. Oh Christ. It was happening again.
She sobbed as more tremors racked her body, and Max’s cock spurted its warmth into her deepest places.
Surely she could not survive this. How could anyone live through such pleasure, time and time again?
Eyes closed, she let the waves take her, her world narrowed down to one man, one cock, and yet another trembling surge of ripples washing through her.
It was heaven. It was beyond belief. And it was exhausting.
Finally, it ended.
She collapsed with a thud onto his chest, bringing a grunt to his throat.
His heart was beating furiously beneath her head, matching her own pounding pulse.
She was helpless. She couldn’t move a muscle. Perhaps she was dead. She sincerely hoped not, since once she got her breath back, she thought she’d rather like to do it again.
But a gentle caress up her back told her that she wasn’t a corpse. Far from it. Max’s loving strokes were helping her down from that wild peak she’d just scaled, and her lungs filled with a huge sigh of contentment.
“Bloody hell,” she sighed.
“Fucking A,” he agreed.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She nestled herself into him, feeling his softened cock slip from her body. She smiled sleepily. “I like this, Max. I really like this a lot.”
He yawned. “No more than me, I’ll bet. Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again, okay?”
Peta chuckled. “Give me an hour. I’m not up to your speed yet.”
“Yo
u will be, sweetheart. I plan on a lifetime of teaching you.”
She raised her head a little and glanced up at his chin. “You do?”
“Oh yeah.” He bent his head down and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “We’ve got something very special to do. I have it on the highest authority.”
She groaned. “Not another sleuthing job, I hope. We did a lousy job first time around.”
“Nope. Not this time.”
“Ah.” She waited. He remained silent. “So, are you going to share this special thing we’ve got to do?”
“Nope.”
“Rat.” Peta nipped his chest.
“Ouch.” His mock-pain wriggle made her smile.
“I can think of a thousand ways to torture it out of you, you know. My ancestors invented hanging, drawing and quartering.” She giggled.
“My ancestors were probably hung.”
She traced a hand down to his groin and let it rest on his cock. “I’ll just bet they were.”
“You, woman, are insatiable.”
“I know. And I don’t hear any complaints.”
He sighed and pulled her even closer against his body. “And you never will, darlin’. Just keep loving me, and we’ll fulfill all those dreams. You and me.”
His voice trailed off, and Peta found her eyelids growing heavy at the rhythmic sound of his heart beating beneath her ear.
She sighed deeply, contented all the way to her soul. For once, her wishes had been granted and her life had become the stuff of fantasies.
For a shy, well-rounded British girl, it wasn’t bad going. Not bad going at all.
She closed her eyes and followed her lover into sleep.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Something terribly sharp was digging into her chest. And something else really heavy was sitting on it.
She struggled to catch a breath and gasped as a savage pain shimmered over her. “Bollocks. I hurt.”
“Easy, dear, easy,” said a calm voice. “Just breathe naturally. Don’t struggle, okay?”
Peta fought to open her eyes. As soon as she did, something very bright shone into them and she snapped her lids shut again immediately.
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