ROMANCE: HIGHLANDER ROMANCE: Seduced by highlander (Historical Mail Order Bride Time Travel Romance) (Military Fantasy Romance Short Stories)

by Brittany White

  They stayed long enough to know that not even mouth to mouth resuscitation was going to bring him back from the brink of death. There was no way to hide the body and they were going to have to act quickly to get to Jamison before he decided to surround himself with a detail of security that was considered above reproach.

  Jamison sat there listening to his lieutenant Adam speak about business. He was nodding his head, but was really more concerned with why he hadn’t heard from the horsemen. He drank his tea and made the necessary notes to become one of the leading suppliers of new and fresh talent. He had taken baby steps at first, but then those that he was coming after decided to push back. He had sent Adam and a few trusted and loyal soldiers to take care of the matter for him. They had done what he had wanted and now he had a stranglehold on the flesh trade.

  “… needs to be taken care of immediately. Mr. Crane, you really do need to listen to me. I’m trying to tell you that you have a problem in house and that somebody needs to be sent to exterminate the rodent.” Adam looked at his mentor Jamison and it fell wrong to feel this elated. He enjoyed working for Jamison, but he really wasn’t given the proper respect. Had he been treated him better, he might’ve not done what he did. He had to wonder how long it was going to take before it would be over. Jordan was very specific about what to use. It took a bit for him to convince Jamison’s lieutenant that it was time for a new regime.

  “I’m a little preoccupied with something at the moment, Adam. You know what to do and it’s not like I have to spell it out for you. Make sure that they’re not a problem anymore and then we can get back to the business that is making us all a lot of money.” Jamison was constantly looking at his phone and then he started to become fuzzy around the edges. He dropped his pen and put both of his fists up to his eyes to try to clear the cobwebs.

  Adam didn’t like the flesh trade and when he was in power, he was going to let these girls have their lives back. He wanted to tell Jordan to go to hell, but he couldn’t do that. Jordan had laid out how he could become the leader that everybody wanted. He didn’t have to settle for standing in Jamison’s shadow, when it was possible for him to take that power for himself. Adam questioned Jordan’s loyalty, but in the end he knew that the best thing for everybody was to take the appropriate action.

  “You don’t look very good, Mr. Crane.” He couldn’t stop giving Jamison the respect that he deserved. He might’ve been the product of his demise, but he still had a soft spot in his heart for the man that put him in this position. He was all about climbing the ladder and this position was becoming stagnant and stale.

  “I don’t… I don’t feel…very good.” His voice and speech was slurred and his mind was muddled, but he suddenly came to the conclusion that he had been drugged. He looked down at the tea and then up at Adam. He knew the truth like it was written across his forehead. “Tell me that it’s not true. Tell me…that he didn’t get to you.” All Jamison got for his query was the shrug of Adam’s shoulders.

  Adam watched, as he crashed down onto the table headfirst. He barely made the movement to get that teacup out of his way. Checking his pulse, he found that there was none. He motioned for Jordan and Lila to come out of the shadows. “I’ve made the arrangements. There’s a boat that is waiting for you to take possession of at the dock. Ironically, it’s Jamison’s way of escaping from the rest of the world. It’s now going to be used to get you out of here and give you a way to start your life over.” Adam had thought about going against his word, but it was after all Jordan that had shown him the way to the kind of riches and power that he never knew that he could get his hands on.

  Jordan made a quick check of Jamison to make sure that he wasn’t going to rise like the phoenix from the ashes. The poison was this very powerful cyanide. The foam around his mouth was a good sign that he had swallowed enough of the concoction to do the right amount of damage to his internal organs.

  “I know that it’s not a good idea to speak ill of the dead, but I’m glad that he’s gone. I’m also glad that those girls that are still out there will be given their freedom. I don’t even care what you do to those guys that have them in their possession. Whatever they get they had coming to them a long time ago.” “I had dreamed about this day for a very long time, but I never knew that I would actually see it come true. He was holding all the cards and now that power was given to somebody that could use it in the right way. He would still have a stranglehold on the narcotic and arms dealing, but the misuse of innocent young woman was going to come to an end.”

  The yacht was an amazing piece of machinery. Jordan was able to manipulate it in his hands like he had been doing it all of his life. He was wearing only his boxer shorts; a silk pair that he found was perfect for the kind of blazing heat that was burning down from above. They were docked off a nude beach in the Riviera.

  Lila in a very revealing yellow bikini was now standing wearing a pair of sunglasses and drinking a flute of champagne. She stood beside her husband and the excitement of being free was not lost on her. The projection of his weapon through that thin material was leaving no doubt that his love for her was a raging stone. “I never knew what paradise look like, but this really does feel like a dream come true. It’s been almost a month and I have this cute little baby bump. I never thought that I could love anything as much as I do this child.” Still having a mouthful of the champagne, she went down on her knees and fished through the opening to get at the hard and demanding object between his legs.

  “I’m not complaining and the fact that you are insatiable is only an added bonus. I know that it might have something do with your raging hormones, but I’m not one to shine a light on any of that. You’ve had some interesting mood swings, but usually I just close myself off in the other room, until you settle down. I would say that if the boat is rocking don’t come knocking, but I think that would be a little crude.” Jordan looked down at the mirrored sunglasses. He couldn’t see her eyes, but her mouth was now busy at giving him that pleasure that he was never going to get used to.

  “I think you know that idle hands are the devil’s playground. I will never let you think that I’m taking you for granted. This will always be something that I covet and I don’t want you to forget that.” The vacuum seal of her mouth drew him across her tongue and to the back of her mouth. The way that he was nudging to gain entry to her throat was now rewarded by her letting him feel what she had taught to be the best at. “I want him and I never want to be without him. I can’t even take my eyes off of him even if I wanted to. This has all the makings of a good thing. I’m definitely going to do something about it. What’s going on between him and me is something epic. I don’t know if it can get any better than this, but I doubt it.”

  “If you’re not careful, you’re going to have something to clean up. I can’t think of anything else, but how bad I want you right now, Lila. We have some memories to make and there’s no reason to hold back. The night is definitely young and we should pace ourselves.” Jordan looked out at the sunrise. Getting the top of his cock blown off by the insistence of her mouth and that magical setting was better than anything that he had ever seen or felt before.

  Everything was coming together and the way that his balls had turned into grapefruits was a good way for her to know that she was getting the job done. She had submitted to many of his whims, including that of being tied up and used.

  Jordan was close, but he didn’t want to finish it this way. His thoughts were consumed by something else. He stopped her with his hand on top of her forehead. She looked disappointed, but that was going to change with the feel of his cock pushing aside the flimsy material of her bikini bottom. He turned her quickly, bent her over and stuck his head in between the cheeks of where he was going to bury himself in a second. His tongue stretched out to its maximum length. He used it to spear her.

  “I don’t think that its’ right that we put on a show for those on shore. I don’t see any way that I’m going to stop you. It’
s not like I’m going to put up much of a fight.” Having an audience might be something of a secret aphrodisiac that I didn’t even know that I had.”

  “I’m down on my knees showing you how much you mean to me, but I think that the three words that you’re looking for is that I love you.” He saw her turn towards him with that pretty smile and those three words had definitely made her day. She reached back and pulled her bikini bottom to the side and held it there for him to get up behind her. His instrument slid effortlessly into her wet quim and the heat that surrounded him was like his personal haven away from the real world.

  He had stolen her away from a life that she didn’t want and was grateful to have the chance to let the past float away like it was somebody else’s. “I know that you love me, Jordan and that has never been something that I doubted. Give me what I want, or I might have to reach back and take it from you.” She felt him touch her lips and that was the moment that she went off. She screamed and saw a couple people that were lying near the shore raise up on their elbows to witness their own personal x rated movie.

  “I think… That somebody likes being watched.” He actually got a secret thrill out of putting on a show. He was putting on a performance of a lifetime. He had a hold of her hips and was driving into her body incessantly. They were screaming at each other to go faster and harder. People were standing on the beach shielding their eyes from the sun and giving them the respect of their undivided attention. “Fuck…you have no idea what this feels like. You have me at a loss for words and the only thing that I can do is moan with desire.” Jordan watched, as her lips splayed open and then closed in around him every time that he buried himself to the hilt. The first orgasm was only a teaser and before long she was riding the wave of a multiple event.

  She felt the pulsing of his organ and could feel that vein throbbing out of control. Her pussy was greedy and it swallowed his seed, as it shot out of him in eight huge streams that made her eyes wide.

  He pulled out and stumbled back before grabbing onto the steering wheel behind him. They heard the chorus of applause and they walked naked and unashamed to the back of the boat to give a customary bow of appreciation.

  They saw that their show had brought forth the establishment. The lifeguards were on their way to intervene, but they were already gunning the boat and skipping over the waves into the sunset.

  THE END

  DAMAGED HEART

  Night had fallen and darkness filled the small house. The only light illuminated off of the small candle Annie carried around the room. She grabbed for only what she considered to be the necessities and stuffed them into a bag. A small photograph of her late father, spare undergarments, hair rollers, some bread, and a notebook. Annie scanned the room trying to take it all in. This may be the last time she stood in this house let alone her bedroom. She had spent the last twenty years wallowing away in this room. Her small bed with a hand sewn quilt draped over it looked extremely inviting right about now. The past week she spent laying on her bed crying into that quilt in mourning over her father’s sudden death.

  This place was no longer a home for her without him. Her mother would always scoff at her and her brother’s rendered her useless. Only her father truly cherished her and adored her. He would come home from the farm and sneak her bottles of sweet milk from the cow. He would wink at her and make her swear not to tell her brothers. Of course she wouldn’t tell them, that would only mean she had to share!

  Her father was a hardworking man. All of his life he spent working in the fields. He earned an honest living for his wife and three children. Annie couldn’t say they really ever had much rather just enough. There was always enough food at the table that her mother would cook. When Annie or her brother’s needed new shoes, there was always just enough money saved up to buy some. When the mule had broken his leg they had just enough put away for the vet to come and mend it. However, when father unexpectedly fell ill, they no longer had enough. Money fell short for the doctor and with every passing day their love fell even shorter than their money. Annie’s love for her father grew stronger but her mother and brothers became estranged. This is why she could no longer stay at home. She had to go.

  Annie hiked her leg up over the window sill and bustled her skirt up around her waist before swinging her second leg over as well. She sat on the edge of the sill with her feet dangling over the edge for a moment. Looking back over her shoulder she searched the room, waiting for her mother to come rushing through the door begging her not to go. Annie knew that would never happen. With that, she dropped herself out of the window and slid the glass pane closed behind her. She had about five hours before anyone would realize she had gone.

  Even though the sun was nowhere in sight, the air was still warm on Annie’s face. She trudged her way through the darkness with no plan of what she would do next. After an hour of walking Annie’s feet became swollen and sore. She was going to have a long journey ahead of her if she didn’t figure out some sort of transportation soon.

  As if to answer her prayers, Annie could see a horse and cart appearing in the distance. She was walking alone in the desert in the middle of the night with no civilization around her. What was this horse doing in the middle of the dessert with no one around to attend to it?

  “Hello? Is there anyone there?” Annie called out in her rich Southern drawl. “Hello, my name is Annie Buckner. Does anyone out there own this horse? Hello?” Her calls rang empty and there was no one in sight. It appeared as though the horse had been abandoned.

  “Well hello there, angel.” Annie stroked the horse’s face and kissed him on the top of the head. “Did my Daddy send for you?” She giggled to herself, happy to have the company. “He’s always looking out for his baby girl, even from heaven.” Annie tilted her head back and looked up into the sky. The stars appeared to shine brighter than any night before this one. “Do you have a name?” Annie waited and nodded toward the horse. “I will call you Puppet.” She continued to stroke the horse’s nose. “Now, Puppet. Do you have a family? I don’t see anyone else around. You poor soul, out here all by your lonesome. I don’t have a family either. Well, I suppose I do but they won’t exactly miss me.” Annie looked around again in search of this horse’s owner. There was nothing but desert for miles. “Say, why don’t you come with me? I don’t exactly know where I am headed to yet but I sure am excited to find out. I certainly could use your company.”

  The horse whinnied as though to answer Annie’s question. She squealed and threw herself onto his back. A few hours later as the sun began to reveal its face, a small town appeared in the distance.

  “Oh, Puppet! This might be our new home.” They approached the town just as the townsfolk began stirring in the streets. It was still quite early but people were making their way out to work and the children poured into the streets on their way to school. Annie always loved children. Her mama always said it was because she was still a child herself. Annie didn’t like it when she said that.

  “Well hello. Good morning. Pleasure to see you. Hello. Good day!” Annie greeted everyone she passed in the street. Most politely smiled back at her. The rest looked at her with puzzled expressions. Who was this chatty stranger?

  Annie lead Puppet to the nearest tavern. A large wooden sign hung over the door that read Wilty’s Tavern and Inn. “Well doesn’t this look like the perfect place to rest?” She stroked the length of Puppet’s neck. When she dismounted Puppet, she tied his lead tightly around the fence next door. She ensured her belongings were safe in the cart and pulled a blanket over them to hide them from wandering eyes. Not that she had brought much with her but it was everything she had left.

  The tavern door creaked open and Annie skipped her way inside. Other than a few drunken locals who had clearly been there since last night, the tavern was entirely vacant. Annie marched her way up to the bar and threw herself onto a stool beside a burly looking man. He was hunkered over the counter with a half empty pint in his hand. His eyes were nar
row likely due to the alcohol. He couldn’t keep them open. His face was scruffy and hair a mess. His clothes appeared as though they hadn’t been washed in months.

  “Well hello there!” Annie piped. “My name is Annie.” She enthusiastically jolted her arm in his direction with her hand outstretched. He didn’t budge. “You know, Annie as in Oakley!”

  “You’re Annie Oakley?” He grunted in a harsh raspy voice.

  Annie Oakley had to be at least fifty at this point. Annie felt quite offended. “Well no sir. Of course I am not. I am just telling you that my name is Annie, just like Annie Oakley.” She jabbered on. The man didn’t appear to be too impressed. “What is your name?”

  “Rick.” He belched. “You must be lost.”

  “No sir. I am exactly where I had planned to be. Right here in—” she paused, searching the room for a clue as to where she was. “I’m sorry Rick, where exactly am I?”

  Finally, his expression changed. He began to laugh deeply from his gut. “You’re in Wiltshire, ma’am. Specifically, you’re at Wilty’s Tavern.”

  “Then Wiltshire is exactly where I planned to be! Rick are you married?” She quizzed.

  “Yes ma’am. Why do you think I am here?” He laughed. As did the rest of the men who lay half conscious on the counter. “Got myself a dozen offspring too. Are you married Miss Annie?”

  “Well not yet. But I reckon I should probably get married soon seeing as I left my family and all. What are you drinking?” She peered over the counter at his pint.

  Rick chuckled again. “Hey, Jimmy. Get the lady a pint of house brew!” He called out.

  Annie scanned the room but there was no bartender in sight. From the back, a tall man appeared. He had his dark hair brushed the the side off his face. He was clean shaven and had rich emerald eyes. His stature was quite thin however muscular. Annie’s jaw dropped.

  “Rick, I think it’s time you head home.” The man placed a mug full of black coffee in front of Rick.