My Prize

by Sahara Kelly

  Rory held Boralle's hand tight. He was not going to let this lass out of his sight for the rest of his lifetime if he could help it.

  "There are several options." The Guardian came to a standstill in front of them and watched them both.

  "We can send you off to some little known planet and let you make your own way. You'll be able to start a brand new life together."

  Boralle raised an eyebrow at Rory.

  "Or, on the other hand, we could send you back to your time, Rory. The both of you, that is. Your battles would end more successfully this time, and you and Boralle could settle down as the Laird and his Lady in old Scotland."

  Rory raised an eyebrow at Boralle.

  "Or, lastly, I suppose you could both remain here. It's a bit against the rules, of course. Even though you wouldn't be an active member of the genie program, you could probably find something to keep yourselves busy?"

  The Guardian grinned at them. "I have a meeting shortly, so why don't you two take some time to discuss your options and let me know later on this afternoon."

  As abruptly as he'd arrived, the Guardian left.

  *~*~*~*

  Rory's hand slid down over Boralle's breast and found her nipple. It was relaxing after her loud and exhausting orgasm, the remains of which were shivering throughout her body.

  His cock was softening now, leaving behind a cunny full of his milky seed. No blue fog allowed in Anyela. Boralle was thrilled to find out that everything worked just fine now.

  The Guardian had been gone precisely thirty seconds before she had thrown herself into Rory's arms and smothered him with kisses.

  They'd retreated into the bedroom and been naked and joined within a minute and a half after that.

  As his cock thrust into her body, Boralle watched his eyes, wondering if she could ever tell him how much she loved him.

  "I'd give my life for you, Rory McAllen," she whispered as he claimed her.

  "Spend your life with me, Boralle North." He drove his cock so deep she felt it pressing against her womb. "Give me bairns, be ma woman. Be ma wife?"

  "Yesssss..." She felt her buttocks tighten as his cock found that perfect spot inside her and brushed it every time he withdrew and thrust back again.

  "I dinna need zero-g to find that spot, do I lass?" he asked wickedly. His hair tumbled around his precious face.

  Her heart turned over. "You don't need a single thing, my love. You have everything I'll ever need."

  They'd spoken no more, letting their bodies touch and love and sweat their way to their shared climax.

  Somehow, it was a bittersweet coupling. The end of a massive adventure and the beginning of a new one.

  "So lass," said Rory, finally recovering his voice. "What's it to be? Scotland or some new world?"

  She nibbled on his lower lip. "Any world is paradise if you're there, my love. You make the choice. I'll be happy as long as I'm at your side."

  "Oh no. We do this together." Rory was a very wise man in the ways of women.

  "Well, in that case..." She sat up and began to list off the pros and cons on her fingers. "You are familiar with Scotland. That's a pro. But I'm not. That's a con."

  He laughed. "Ye had no intention of letting me choose by myself, did you, lass?"

  "Nope. Like you said. We do this together."

  "We do this too..." Lips crept down to her nipple.

  "Rory. I'm trying to be logical here..." She giggled as he suckled gently on her sensitive breast.

  "Go ahead wee one. I'm listening..."

  "Yeah. Right. Very well." She resolutely tried to ignore his tongue. "As far as a planet goes, we have no idea where we'll end up. That's a...oh rass, Rory...do that again...um—that's a con. But we'll both be finding our way together, which is a pro. Ohhhh..."

  Boralle's attempts at logic failed dismally, and she slithered down beneath Rory's talented tongue.

  He pulled the covers away from them, baring her naked body to the sunlight streaming in. He stroked her flesh, gently teasing her swollen clit, still sensitive from their earlier lovemaking.

  "Rory, I'm all sticky. Remember, no blue fog here..." She protested as his fingers slid around her mound.

  "I know, lass. Believe me, I know..." He quickly flipped her over onto her stomach, smothering her laugh.

  "Being all sticky is a good thing," he muttered. He spread their juices around her cunt and up between her perfect cheeks. Gently he massaged her little ring of anal muscles, wringing a moan from her.

  He reached for a pillow and slipped it under her hips.

  Boralle felt deliciously decadent as her backside thrust up toward Rory's touch.

  Then she felt a cool sensation and smelled the fragrance of blue lotus oil as Rory massaged her skin with firm hands.

  She sighed and stretched, relaxing under his touch. He slipped his oily hands between her cheeks and down to her cunt, slipping back up again and retracing his steps, arousing her yet again to quivering levels of need.

  "Oh rass, Rory..." She breathed shakily as each pass of his hands cranked up her body's responses, and each touch of his fingers between her buttocks sent shivers of pleasure through her cunt.

  "Yes, love, rass indeed," he said softly. A finger slipped past her rosy ring and into her darkness.

  She moaned.

  "Relax, lass," encouraged Rory.

  She did. Her muscles softened and eased, and welcomed his touch. And when she felt his cock pressing against her, she let both her mind and her body open to let him inside. He was almost hard enough to hurt, but not quite. He was certainly hard enough to stimulate every single nerve in her body, and probably a few on anyone else within a mile or so of their bed.

  Carefully and slowly he slipped into her, touching her where she'd never been touched before.

  "Ah, Boralle," he moaned, stroking her buttocks. "So fine, lass, so fine."

  She felt his hand beneath her, sliding to her clit and touching it so gently, arousing it with light and loving brushes of his fingertips.

  Combined with the hardness of him in her ass, this delicate assault on her clit was taking her to new levels of arousal. She wondered if oxygen was available. Her lungs were beginning to get distracted.

  He moved carefully within her, very slightly, just enough to send her nerve endings skyrocketing.

  She clamped her muscles on him, and heard him groan.

  He increased the pressure on her clit, stirring the sensual pot and bringing it—her—to the boiling point once again.

  She writhed and pushed backwards, wanting every inch of him now buried within her. She was open to him in every way possible for a woman, and loving him in every way she could ever imagine.

  And he was loving her back.

  In that moment, that long hanging microsecond between touch and orgasm, Boralle knew that he was truly her life. There could be no other. Ever.

  She cried out and let the spasms take her.

  Within her, Rory's cock responded to her clenching passage with an explosion of his own, filling her once again with his seed. She doubted that she could ever get enough of it, or of him.

  Eventually, however, they eased apart, exhausted, sticky, sated, and both incredibly satisfied.

  She broke the silence first. "I don't care where we go. As long as I'm with you."

  "You always will be, lass. I promise you that."

  "So here's my suggestion. How about we negotiate a deal with the Guardian?"

  Rory snickered. "My future wife, the lawyer. Negotiate a deal? With the Guardian?"

  Boralle wriggled herself into a comfortable spot, trying to avoid the wet patches of bedding. There was a lot to be said in favor of blue fog, all things considered.

  "Yes, a deal. We get a nice vacation in your Scotland, and you show me all the wonderful places you've talked about. For real this time. And I get that bath in the loch you promised me."

  She nudged him with her elbow. "And then we'll find our own planet and start a new life, l
eaving all our memories of the intergalactic politics and the Scottish battles and wars far behind us. We'll be just Rory and Boralle, Mr. and Mrs. McAllen, colonists." She paused and turned her head, kissing his sweaty chest. "Madly in love colonists, I might add."

  Rory considered her proposal.

  "I like it, lass. You'd probably like Scotland, but it's very different from your time and your world. And I don't see me staying here on Anyela. It's nice, but a bit on the flowery side, if you know what I mean."

  Boralle laughed. "I know."

  "I think I'd like a challenge, wouldn't you? Building a new life on a new world? Making a brand new home for us? Raising a family?"

  "Oh yeah, Rory. It would be wonderful, wouldn't it?" Boralle sighed with contentment.

  Laird McAllen looked at the woman lying against his heart. "Lass, with you, life will be wonderful. There's nay a doot in ma mind."

  Epilogue

  "Still awake?"

  The man with the turquoise eyes turned on his pillow and smiled at the woman next to him. "Yep. You too?"

  She sighed. "I know I should get some sleep. Lalla will be up early as always tomorrow, I'm sure."

  The man grinned. He loved his little daughter more than life itself, but acknowledged that she was loud, demanding and tired them all out on a daily basis. And he wouldn't change a thing about her.

  "What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, running a finger down her soft cheek. They'd made love earlier, and as always, he marveled at the woman who had given herself to him, body and soul.

  "Honey, I've been thinking..."

  He closed his eyes. He might be the Guardian, and the most senior of the men responsible for managing the progress of time throughout the galaxy, but he was also a husband. And like husbands on every single known planet, those words scared the crap out of him.

  She stroked his bare shoulder lovingly. "Alana said something to me when she was here the other day..."

  He groaned and buried his head in the pillow. Alana West Guardino had initiated one of the biggest upheavals in the way things worked on Anyela. And now she'd been talking to his wife.

  His balls tightened in fear as he considered the possibilities.

  "Are you hiding from me?"

  The Guardian was a wise man. "Yes."

  She laughed, and dropped a kiss on his skin. "Well don't. It's nothing bad or major or requiring that we rewrite the constitution. At least I don't think so..."

  He turned and pulled her against him, dropping kisses on her face and letting her feel his cock as it awoke and found something rather pleasant next to it.

  "And distracting me with sex won't work, either," she said, rubbing her mound against him. "Although...hold that thought for a few minutes..."

  He dipped his head and found her breast, bringing a sigh of pleasure to her lips. "Alana said..." she began.

  He suckled.

  "Alana said she'd noticed something about our genie program..."

  He suckled some more.

  "She said she'd noticed a lack in the membership."

  Damn, was there no distracting this woman? He gave her nipple a loving swipe and raised his head with a sigh. "What lack?"

  "There aren't any women genies."

  The Guardian blinked.

  His wife watched him cautiously.

  "I'll be damned." He sat up in their bed, brow wrinkled, as he pondered the wild thought. "There aren't, are there?"

  His wife shook her head. "Nope. Any reason for that?"

  The Guardian raised his eyebrows. "Not that I can think of. We just never...never considered it, I suppose..."

  His mind raced, covering their mandate, their membership and their recruitment procedures, and he began to nod as he realized that once again, the busily interfering Alana West Guardino had been absolutely right.

  "Well, shoot."

  His wife grinned and lay back on the bed. She obviously considered her job done.

  She ran her hand up his naked thigh.

  "Now, about that distraction..."

  *~*~*~*

  And a short while later (interdimensionally speaking, of course), a woman took a wrong turn on a snowy road in a small New England town, and drove her car off a bridge into a very strange adventure, rich with intrigue, mystery and even a murder. But that, as the Phrygians are wont to say, is another story...

  (You can find it—and her—lurking in the pages of MY HERO, Book Three in the Time Guardians series, by Sahara Kelly.)

  Just a suggestion… and it's probably sensible to add a reminder here as well that the entire Time Guardians series begins with MY WISH and two totally lovely genies. It's menage magic that's sure to enrapture those of you who haven't actually been enraptured much lately. Which is, probably, most of us. So go get it if you haven't already. Right after you read the rest of the awesomely fascinating stuff below, of course.

  About the Author

  Sahara Kelly is always happy to explain to editors that her spelling errors aren't really errors, since she was born and raised in England, where an extra "u" is quite in order. She likes to think it adds colour to her writing. Sadly, it's not a widely held belief, but this particular story is a shameless attempt to worship at the feet of British writer Douglas Adams, so no apologies for alternate spellings are necessary.

  Arriving in America with her almost-complete collection of Leslie Charteris' Saint novels and a passion for Monty Python as well as Mr. Adams, Sahara's new life eventually expanded to include a husband, offspring, citizenship, and a certain amount of acclimation to her new surroundings. (She still cherishes that extra "u" though.)

  After more than two decades of writing, Sahara is now enjoying the greater freedom offered to authors by the rapidly expanding self-publishing scene and looking forward to many more such experiences. Being freed of restraints has opened doors—for Sahara and many other writers. There are now no impediments; no obstructions barring the path from writer to reader. Which is, in many ways, exactly as originally intended when that first storyteller sat on a rock outside her cave, tugged her bearskin around her shoulders and smiled at her kids across the open fire with the words "Once upon a time..." (or however it sounded several million years ago.)

  To find out more about Sahara Kelly and her writing, please drop by her website and visit her at:

  Sahara Kelly (http://www.saharakelly.com)

  This is where she shares none of the intimate details of her life, but will present you with a list of books she'd like you to buy so that she can go do research on a beach in Aruba and be pampered with massages accompanied by drinks with umbrellas in them. She'll send you a postcard. Thank you.

  Since she has jumped into the world of private enterprise literature, Sahara has formed her own little publishing company. You're also welcome to come and check it out at the address below:

  SK Private Label Publications (http://www.skprivatelabel.com)

  Please bookmark her website or visit her on her blog, or follow her/friend her on Twitter/Facebook if you're so inclined. You can stay on top of what's on the way from her fertile imagination by subscribing to her newsletter or picking up her app for your iPhone or iPad. Yes, there's even an app for Sahara Kelly. Best bet? Subscribe to the newsletter and keep up to date with everything going on by getting on Sahara's newsletter list here and don't forget to pop over and see what she's blogging about here. It usually has nothing to do with her books. Refreshing, huh?

  Also by Sahara Kelly: (*- co-written with S.L. Carpenter)

  Showing Off*

  The Gypsy Lovers

  Chocolate and High Heels

  Tales of the Beau Monde

  Letting Off Steam

  Winding Her Up

  Stripping Her Gears

  My Renaissance Romance

  Hired Help*

  Outside the Box*

  Princesses Gone Wild*

  Open House

  Pure Sin*

  Knights Elemental

  The Mating Place*

&n
bsp; My Lady Vampire

  Perfect Whore

  And many more…

  *~*~*~*

  Several of the above titles were co-written with friend and author S.L. Carpenter. Together, they have a dozen or so books available, each featuring their trademark touches of humor and heat. Their most recent release is a brand new stand-alone story titled So Into You.

  Here's a peek…

  SO INTO YOU

  S.L. Carpenter and Sahara Kelly

  Excerpt:

  Chapter One

  The sliver of light from the hallway thinned to a whisper as the hotel door closed behind Casey. She turned and bumped into Phil, a warm and solid mass of flesh that took her impact without budging.

  She lost her breath as her body hit the masculine wall but her choking gasp was smothered as his hot mouth enveloped hers. She matched his urgent heat, frantically seeking his embrace as he tugged her closer. Their tongues tangled together in a passionate kiss.

  His hands caressed her through the thin fabric of her blouse until he impatiently pulled it loose, finding bare skin and moving to cup her full breasts. She moaned with pleasure, encouraging him, telling him without words that she was into every touch, every brush of his fingers.

  He pressed against her, grinding his groin into her soft belly, simulating the sex he craved. With each passing second his cock hardened, knowing it would soon be buried deep within her.

  He took a second to catch his breath in the darkness of the anonymous room. Only a faint beam of light from between the drapes illuminated her for his appreciative gaze. Tracing the back of his hand along her cheek and neck he felt her move into his touch.

  He followed the soft path with gentle kisses and closed his eyes—a moment frozen in time. His hand shook slightly as sensations ran through him, electrifying his nerves. "You are so beautiful".

  Lungs filling with the soft perfume she wore, he knew nothing in the world could make him walk away at that moment. Lust enveloped him, hot blood pumping through his veins.

  Phil battled for his customary control. He hadn't made the mistake of losing it for a single night of unbridled desires in a long time, and he didn't want to start now if he could help it.