Taken in Time

by Tin Kuhn

  As I’m standing there alone in the room, all I could think about was Ara and what she would think if she knew I was in here doing this. I didn’t want to upset her or even disappoint her, but would she even care? Then I couldn’t get the sight of Ara taking me in her mouth with her luscious lips. Yes, that was definitely turning me on. I closed my eyes and kept imagining her sliding her tongue up and down my shaft and sucking me hard. I slide my hand back and forth over my cock with the vision of Ara on my mind. Suddenly, I came fast, too fast. I really do want Ara. I was breathing heavy and took a minute to get myself together. Lucky for me, the woman was still in her lavvy getting dressed. I lean my head against the wall thinking what am I going to do. She can’t stay here in Scotland with me. She wants to go home.

  I just remembered Ara was probably waiting for me at the dress shop. I needed to get Ara food like I told her. I knew she was hungry. Her stomach was grumbling earlier and now I was keeping her waiting. I felt a bit awful for not putting her needs first.

  Luckily, everything was so close together that I was able to order her food quickly. I ate a stew while I waited for her order. The food didn’t take too long to be ready and I hurried back to the shop. I placed her food down on the table and noticed she wasn’t out yet. Perfect, I didn’t keep her waiting.

  CHAPTER 6

  ARAMINA

  I followed Blair into the back room. She has a hop in her step. She must be happy she made a sale today. The young man exits and I start to get out of my jeans. I notice her staring at my clothes.

  “My, yer sure are dressed funny. I’ve never seen a lass wearing breeks before. Don’t put on the dress yet. I’ll be right back.” She said walking out the side door. She returns in a minute with a bowl of water and a small towel. “Here. Wipe yerself off before ye step into that pretty dress and I brought ye some shoes, too.”

  “Thank you. Your dresses are gorgeous.” I said cleaning myself up. I was actually feeling disgusting with all that sweat and dirt on me. Now I feel a little cleaner and refreshed. Too bad I can’t really step into a shower and wash my hair. I get into the green dress that I picked out and the older woman helps tie up my bodice. “Does it really have to be this tight?”

  She laughs. “Why yes. Ye will get used to it lass.” She rakes her fingers through my hair and starts braiding it. I’m not going to complain if she wants to do my hair, too. Lord only knows how awful it must look.

  I look at myself in the mirror while she’s working on my hair. I don’t think my boobs have ever shown this much. They’re literally popping out of the dress. I’ve never worn anything like this. I wonder what Malcolm would think of me in this, but I quickly stop myself from wondering. I don’t need him to like what I’m wearing. He’s just taking me to his friend to help me get back home. That’s all. Earlier he did say my breasts were his. God. What would it feel like for him to caress and suck my breasts? Geez. I quickly push that thought out of my head. I don’t need to get anymore turned on by him.

  Once Blair’s done with my hair, she puts her hands on my shoulders and says, “Ye are a bonnie lass.” Her cheerful smile is contagious.

  I smile back at her. “Thank you.” She feels like the grandmother I never had. It brings up an old memory of me asking my mother about her, but she told me she left the house one day and never came back. I don’t even know what she looks like. My mother never had any pictures of her laying around the house and she never spoke of her.

  I missed my mother and father. I wish they were still alive, to hear them tell me how their day was, to hear them laugh again. I missed the comfort of their hugs. They both died right after I turned eighteen. They lost control driving their car and it spun right off a cliff. It was the saddest day in my life, but back then I still had Patrick. He helped me get through everything. When he passed, I had to help myself get through the grief and heartache all over again.

  She heads back to the front of her shop and I take this moment to slightly pull the dress up a little higher on my boobs. I don’t need to be drawing any more attention to myself than necessary, especially from Malcolm. He’s already seen my breasts through my shirt. Major error on my part. I should have just had him cut off one of my sleeves to wrap around his wound.

  Once I step into the front room, I can feel Malcolm’s eyes on me. His turquoise colored eyes seem a shade darker. His eyes go up and down my body and I can’t help, but blush. He’s standing there by the entrance leaning against the wall looking like a smoldering hot model.

  “Isn’t she a bonnie lass?” Blair asks Malcolm.

  He nods not taking his eyes off of me. I can’t help but look at his attractive turquoise eyes. He looks like every woman’s dream man, tall, muscular, and ruggedly handsome. There’s a plate of food beside him and I use that to distract me from his good looks.

  “Is that for me?” I ask walking towards him.

  “Aye.” He responds. His gaze is intense and I just feel my body heat all over.

  I break off a piece of bread and hand him half. He smiles at me, but doesn’t say a word. I try to finish the food as fast as I can without choking. I have no clue what some of it is, but at least it tastes good. I know I’ve taken too much of his time already and don’t want him to be late for his friend’s wedding. I would feel awful if he missed it. We thank Blair and head out of the small village.

  We sit in silence for a few minutes. I notice Malcolm is seated much closer to me now than earlier. There doesn’t seem to be any space between us anymore. I can feel his hard-masculine chest against my back. He is all muscle.

  “Earlier, ye said habit. What did ye mean by that?” Malcolm asks.

  “Oh.” I take a deep breath. “I had to take care of my best friend when he fell ill. His parents were always on travel, so I took it upon myself to care for him. I wiped the sweat off his face and assisted him in anything he needed like taking a bath or removing his clothes. We were childhood friends and we ended up getting married.”

  “Ye are married?” He asks me sounding so surprised.

  “I was. I had a husband for a day.” I reply.

  “A day?” He asks. He seems confused by my response.

  I didn’t know if I really wanted to discuss my relationship with Patrick and what happened to him, but Malcolm kind of made me feel as if I could talk to him about anything. Well, almost anything. I can’t exactly tell him I’m not from this time. He’d probably think I was mental and push me off his horse.

  “Patrick, my husband, died right after our wedding ceremony. He seemed fine at the ceremony, so happy. He had the biggest smile in the entire room. After everyone applauded, he…he just dropped to the ground. It was so sudden and fast. We thought we had more time before his illness took him. Maybe six months at least.” I say while trying to keep the tears at bay.

  “I’m sorry for ye loss.” He says.

  I nod. “So…yeah. I had a husband for a day or more like an hour. Then I had to take care of his funeral. It was difficult, but he had everything planned out ahead of time. He prepared a will and all. He always liked to have everything prepared.”

  “Then. . . ye never consummated yer wedding?” He asks.

  “Ah…No.” I reply thinking how weird of a question that was. I mean, who really asks that? Him apparently.

  “Me, too.” He whispers.

  “Wait. What?” I ask snapping my head back at him quickly, surprise definitely on my face.

  “I was married, too. It was arranged, but I took off for battle right after the ceremony. Then I kicked Lady Paisley out when I returned. I caught her with another man.” He says nonchalantly.

  “Wow. Didn’t think I’d ever meet another married virgin.” I say.

  “I didn’t say I was a virgin, Ara.” He says leaning close to my ear.

  I could feel his warm breath tickling my ear. It sent shivers down my back. My body temperature rose and my ears were probably the color of a bright red tomato. Great. My hair was braided and I couldn’t cover my ears with
my hair anymore. I gulp, “Of course, you’re not.”

  “Ye are a virgin.” He stats quietly in my ear.

  I could feel my heart pounding. All I could do was shut my eyes and press my lips together tightly. I tried to breathe, trying to think of a response or how to change the topic. Did I really just mention to this gorgeous man that I am a virgin? I’m feeling oh so stupid and majorly embarrassed. I mean I shouldn’t feel embarrassed. I just never found anyone I wanted to actually have sex with. I should be proud that I’m not a slut and haven’t slept with anyone. Realizing that we just talked about our weddings, I ask, “The wedding? Tell me about your friend that’s getting married.”

  I feel Malcolm lean back a little. “Laird Alec is marrying Lady Grace. He met Lady Grace the same day I met Lady Paisley at her father’s castle. I was nervous meeting Lady Paisley. Laird Alec and Lady Grace hit it off immediately. I’ve never seen him so happy and taken by anyone before. I was almost jealous. They are both kind. Not everyone of their stature are like that.” He tells me.

  “That must be nice for them to be in love.” I point out.

  “Weren’t you?” He asks.

  “Oh…well…I loved Patrick. He was my best friend. He was dying and I wanted to make some of his wishes on his bucket list come true.” I say.

  “What’s a bucket list?” He asks.

  “It’s a list of the things you want to do or see or even eat before you die. Patrick listed getting married and having kids as his top two. I knew he always had a crush on me and so I agreed to marry him. I tried to help him fulfill most of his wishes. I just wanted him to be happy before he died.” I say feeling the ache come back in my heart again. A tear dropped down my cheek.

  “Do you miss him?” He asks.

  “Every second.” I say without hesitation. “I lost the best friend a girl can have and when he passed, I always felt this open hole in my heart like it would never heal again.” I say feeling sad, more tears rolling down my cheeks.

  Malcolm gently touched my chin and turned my face towards him. He wiped away my tears with his thumb. I gave him a small weak smile and turned back quickly. I didn’t want him to see me like this, but it felt so nice talking to him about Patrick. I’ve kept everything in since he died. I didn’t even talk to my other friends about why I really married him or the pain of losing him.

  “You sound like you were jealous of Lady Grace and Laird Alec?” I ask changing the subject.

  “Not jealous like I want his betrothed, but not many get to marry the one they fall in love with. They’re lucky.” He says.

  I couldn’t agree with him more. I was never in love with Patrick, I loved him as my best friend. Cancer took his life in the end and losing him was the worst feeling in the world. I had no one else to talk to anymore. He was my support system. He always came when I needed him. He dropped everything for me. I wish I did fall in love with Patrick, but the feelings just weren’t there.

  “So you never fell in love with Lady Paisley?” I ask.

  “No.” He says rather quickly.

  We sat in silence for the better part of the ride. I really didn’t know what else to say to him. I felt like I told him too much all ready. I just thought, is he going to be my new Patrick, but I pushed that thought away. There was no way this alluring man could be him. I actually wanted him in ways I’ve never wanted a man before. I wanted to kiss those provocative lips of his and run my fingers through his long hair and all over his muscular body. I’ve never met anyone with such good-looking hair. I know I couldn’t become anything more than friends with him. There was no way I’m staying here. I couldn’t allow myself to get involved with him and risk heartbreak, but he was beginning to make me feel again. Feel things I haven’t felt in a really long time.

  CHAPTER 7

  MALCOLM

  T he darkness is slowly enveloping the landscape in Glen Coe. The sun is setting and its vibrant yellow and orange colors are steadily dimming. It would be night soon and I knew we needed to stop somewhere to sleep. I wanted to make up for lost time, but I knew my horse and Ara needed a break. I bet she is sore from the ride. I wanted to massage her and touch her and make her feel good all over. Hell, I’m getting hard again just thinking about putting my hands all over her body.

  I decide to stop near a wee waterfall. The land dipped down around the waterfall and it was secluded. There is a huge grassy embankment we could lay comfortable on. It seems like a very intimate spot and I knew Ara would like it. Perhaps she would even think it is romantic.

  We both got down from the horse and I guided my horse to the water to drink. I splashed my face feeling the refreshing cold water against my skin. There’s very little light left in the sky and I hurried to make a fire for the night. The temperatures would dip and I want to keep Ara warm.

  I notice Ara taking in her surroundings. She looks up at the precipitous mountains and back to the flowing waterfall. She has the most beautiful smile on her face. I could stare at her forever. I want to walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I have this need to touch her and hold her close, but I can’t. It’d be foolish of me to try to convince her to stay with me. I took out the bread and gave her half.

  “Thanks.” She smiles. “This place is breathtaking.”

  “So are ye.” I say watching her blush. I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but the words slipped right out of my mouth.

  I sit down across from her, but not too close. I want to give her some space in case she is tired of being so close to me, but I really want to sit right next to her. There is something pulling me to her and I don’t know what that is. I’ve never felt it before and I wonder if this is what Alec feels for Lady Grace. He always seems like he needs to touch her in some way and is drawn to her. Perhaps this is the same thing I’m feeling for Ara. Damn, am I in trouble if it is.

  “Is there something on my face?” She asks looking at me.

  “No.” I reply averting my eyes to the waterfall. The water lightly splashes on top of the rocks. The sound of the water is calming.

  “You keep staring.” She points out.

  “I can’t take my eyes off you.” I tell her.

  Her breath catches. She blushes even more and there’s a small smile she’s trying to hide. I see her swallow and it makes me want to kiss and lick her neck until she moans. I want to feel her lips on mine. I couldn’t help myself. I quickly move closer and brush my lips against hers. I kiss her softly on the lips taking my time. At first, she froze, but then she melted into me. I feel that spark again and it feels like pure bliss. Her lips are incredibly soft. I don’t stop kissing her and why would I? She didn’t pull away or even stop me. This is a good sign. I gently hold her head in my hands and I deepen the kiss. I push my tongue through her lips and our tongues dance together. A small moan escapes from her mouth. She wants me. My hands start sliding her body, but she suddenly pulls away. Her breathing is heavy and her eyes are filled with lust.

  “I’m sorry, but we can’t. We should sleep. I’m really tired.” She says. The color of her white skin looks flushed and I like that I did that to her.

  I nod my head. She is right. I shouldn’t have kissed her, but the taste of her lips leaves me wanting more.

  “Allow me.” I say pulling out a blanket and laying it on the ground for her. She nodded her thanks and laid down on the blanket. She fell asleep instantly. I heard her cute little snore and chuckled. I wanted so badly to touch her again, but I kept my hands to myself.

  I lay right beside her and made sure I wasn’t touching her. I closed my eyes to sleep, but I was restless. My body and mind were both exhausted, but I just couldn’t sleep. I keep thinking about her lips and the feel of her body under my hands. I need to touch her again. I decided to move closer to her and wrap my arm around her waist. She didn’t move and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind either if she woke up in my arms. She did kiss me back. My tired eyes began to feel heavy. I suddenly drifted off to sleep.

  The next morning, I wake up
feeling well rested. I breathe in the fresh cold morning air. I feel content and all it took was for me to wrap my arms around Ara in order to sleep. I haven’t slept this good in a while. Her body soothes me. It’s the complete opposite of being around Lady Paisley. I always felt a little tense around her like I was stepping on egg shells, but with Ara it feels natural.

  I look over at Ara. She’s sleeping so peacefully. I wonder if I have the same effect on her. I suddenly notice my hand resting on her breast. I know I should remove my hand, but I didn’t want to. Her breast felt so warm and soft. Her mound fit in my hand just right. I wanted to squeeze her breast and play with her nipple, but I know that would only wake her up. I had to take a deep breath in and remind myself to control myself. My body wasn’t listening though. My cock was rock hard. I steadied my breathing and tried not to move.

  Her body slightly moves towards me and my hand was on her other nipple. I groan. Before I knew it, my fingers were slowly rubbing her nipple. I felt her nipple instantly harden under my touch. I heard a faint moan escape her lips and I wanted to devour her mouth. She completely turns into me and nuzzles her head into my chest. Her hand lands on my cock and it was aching for her to wrap her fingers around it and pump me. Her hand slowly glides upon the length of it and I groan again. Her touch feels amazing. If she keeps doing that, I would surely come in my kilt. I wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing to me and she was fast asleep. Maybe she was dreaming of me. Her hand continues brushing over my cock and I couldn’t contain my moan. It feels so damn good and I am already so hard. I thought I was going to burst any second now and then I came. God, I feel like a sixteen-year-old lad again coming so quickly. I tried to keep my guttural growl as quiet as possible, but Ara woke up and noticed her hand on my cock. She gasps. She jumps back a little and her eyes widen. She looks mortified.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” I smirk. I quickly kiss her forehead and run my hand over her hair. She just blinks at me. “Sleep well?”