Sinking into her warm wetness, he claimed her, seeking release that could only be found in his woman. She responded, her back arching, taking all of him, marking him as her teeth sank into his shoulder. She shattered in his arms, her muscles clamping tightly around him, her keening howl filling the house. He plunged deep inside her and spilled his seed, branding her as his forever.
He rested against her, too spent to move and hoped to God no one came in. It would be very obvious as to what they had been doing with clothes strewn everywhere, his barely covered rear hanging out of his pants, and Lillian’s legs wrapped around his waist, the imprint of her boot heels in his skin. He started to chuckle, despite being very embarrassing, it would serve them right for entering.
Her hands roamed over his back in lazy circles. “What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking what this would look like to anyone who walked in.”
She gasped. Pushing on his shoulder, she tried to sit up.” I forgot all about them.”
The temptation to hold her down and tease her was strong. Reluctantly, he drew away from her, helping her off the table. “They know better.”
She struggled to gather her shirtwaist and hat and clutched them to her chest. “You think they know what we’re doing?”
He tucked himself into his pants. “Probably.” He lifted her jacket and his shirt from the floor before guiding her toward the loft. “I’m guessing they also headed out of here with Noah before we started.” He snatched two apples from the bowl on the table as he passed by.
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, at least they didn’t hear us. I didn’t think things would get so,” she cleared her throat, “loud.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled and kissed her neck. “I liked your noises.”
She giggled. “I liked your noises too, but I don’t want anyone else to hear them.”
He chuckled and pushed her toward the stairs. “You’ll only need to fear it a little while longer. Most of them will leave after this is over.”
Her smile faltered a bit and she turned toward him. “Mic, do you think everything’s going to be alright with getting Lloyd back?”
“Of course. God wouldn’t allow a child to remain in Charles’ hands.” As confident as he sounded, he only hoped he was right. He couldn’t allow anyone to get hurt and they had to get Lloyd back. “Now get that sexy body up those stairs.”
Lowering her arms, the chemise fell just above her nipples, the light pink of her aureoles peeking through the lace. She smiled sweetly. “You really think I’m sexy?”
Mic stared, speechless, swallowing several times before he dropped everything, sweeping her into his arms and pressing her against the stairs. His lips slanted over hers, devouring her. Grabbing her thighs, he lifted her, grinding against her, needing to be inside her again.
She dropped the clothes in her arms and wrapped her legs around him, rubbing herself against him, giving him free access to her neck. His lips glided downward, closing over her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and rolling it. She gasped and bucked, her nails sinking into his back.
Reaching between them, he slipped his finger along her slit, teasing her, enjoying the wide-eyed gasp as his fingertip slid over a tiny, hard nub. “Mic.”
He rubbed it gently, pleased with the small noises of pleasure issuing from her mouth and her passionate, wild-eyed gaze. He’d have to remember this spot for later. It could provide such pleasure for them both.
She rocked her hips, pleasuring herself on his hand. “Don’t stop.”
Unbuttoning his pants with the other hand, he continued to stroke her and slipped his hard cock into her wet passage. “Come for me, Uzizitka.”
She moaned louder, her hips moving faster, her hold around him tightening. She slid up and down his cock, his finger rubbing the nub harder, watching the desire on her face blossom. Her muscles clutched around him and she stiffened. “Mic!” she screamed, bucking wildly against him.
Supporting her weight, he lifted her, pressing her against the wall, and driving into her. His cock pumping into her, her core clenching around him, her body shuddering a second time, her hands clawing into his back, sending him over the edge. “Uzizitka!”
He drove into her one last time, hard, spilling his seed into her. He stilled, resting his head against the wall beside her.
After a moment, Lillian kissed his ear then nibbled on his lobe. “Is that a yes?”
He chuckled. “That’s a hell yes, Mrs. Lewis.”
Not even bothering with the clothes or removing himself from her delectable body, Mic ascended to the loft with Lillian clinging tightly to him, shouting a protest.
Drawing out of her, he set her on her feet and knelt at her feet. He lifted her foot and unbuttoned her boot. After removing the first one, he took care of the second. He lifted her skirt and rolled the stockings down her legs, trailing kisses over her skin.
She shivered in pleasure. “I can’t recall a time I’ve felt this good,” she murmured.
He grinned up at her and rose to his feet, drawing her with him. He unbuckled her belt, tossing it aside. The skirt followed, leaving her in a loose, untied chemise and almost sheer drawers. His grin widened. He probably looked the fool right now with his pants undone, smiling like an idiot at his lovely bride and thinking of all the possibilities her state of undress provided him.
She smiled and kissed him. “You’re a good man, Mic. I’m glad I’m with you.”
“I’m glad you said yes.” He drew the chemise over her head, feasting on her prefect, rosy tipped breasts. He untied the string at her waist, pushing the drawers off the swell of her hips. “I’d hate to have to ambush you in a bramble patch.”
She chuckled. “I won’t make you ambush me there,” she promised. “Though I certainly didn’t mind being ambushed downstairs. That was fun. ”
“And less likely to draw attention from small critters looking for warmth.” He shucked off his pants and gathered her naked body against his, relishing the slide of her skin on his. “I...”
The words caught in his throat. Such simple words, so deceptively simple. He’d already spoken them once, but in the moment he needed them most, when he needed her to hear them from his lips, he couldn’t say them. He couldn’t tell her how he felt about her.
She rose to her tiptoes, her nipples rubbing against his chest, and kissed him, her lips gentle on his. “I love you, too, Mic.” She settled back against him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and snuggled into his arms.
He swallowed hard, resting his chin on her head and held her for several minutes, enjoying the feel of her naked body against his. She yawned, drawing an answering yawn from him. He gently guided her to the bed and helped her into it then cuddled up behind her, resting his arm over her waist. She sighed and hugged his arm against her chest, her breathing deepening with sleep.
Mic brushed his lips across her shoulder. “I love you, Prudence,” he whispered.
Chapter Nineteen
Lillian placed the knife in the sheath at her belt and slipped into her moccasins, not sure if they would suffice but there were no suitable boots on hand so she’d deal with what she had. She wrapped her hair into a bun and stuck pins in it. From where she stood in the cabin, she could see Mic, Wade, Noah, and Jeremiah getting the horses ready. Though she’d never admit it, there was an underlying sense of dread looming inside her. She told herself it was because they had to go into Charles’ territory to get the boy, but she worried it was more than that.
Her hands shook slightly as she pushed the last pin into her hair. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She would follow Mic’s instructions. As long as she did that, everything would be alright. They were going to get Wade’s son and get out of there. That was all they needed to do. Releasing her breath, she left the cabin.
Mic headed her way, hugging her to him as if they hadn’t just parted ten minutes ago. “Hello, beautiful.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Wade whispe
red to Jeremiah.
She glanced at Wade and snickered. “Are you really?” Then she gave Mic a long kiss, wondering if Wade would lose his breakfast. It would serve him right after the grief he’d given her in the past.
Mic deepened their kiss, lifting her into his arms, his hands cupping her rear, holding her against him. The bulge in his pants was a sure sign that he wouldn’t mind marching her back into the house and making good on their earlier discussion about newlyweds not leaving their beds for at least a week.
As much as her body ached to have him inside her again, she knew they had to leave. Charles’ men would be returning in two days. That didn’t give them much time if they were going to get Lloyd. She reluctantly ended the kiss but whispered, “Maybe we can find a private spot along the way, if everyone needs a break?”
Mic’s face broke into a wide grin. “It’s a promise, Tehila.”
“Tehila?”
“Lover,” Jeremiah shouted before Mic could say anything then mounted his horse. “Come on, Sukaku Ki. Get on that poor excuse that you call a sukawakan and let’s go.”
Wade laughed, urging his horse forward, Noah and Jeremiah following.
Her eyebrows rose in amusement. Even if she didn’t know what some of those words were, she got the idea. Taking Mic’s hands in hers, she squeezed them affectionately. “You just let me know when the time is right.” She gave Mic a wink.
Mic gave her a brief kiss and smile in answer and pulled her to his horse. With practiced ease he lifted her onto the horse and mounted behind her, pulling her close against him. This time she wiggled, fully aware that doing so would only arouse him further, and she wanted him aroused. As it was, she was already wet and eager for him. Even if she knew every mile they took would be that much closer to Charles, she wanted to focus on Mic and the pleasure they found together. And she wanted nothing more than to be loved by someone as sweet and passionate as Mic.
His hand closed over her breast, squeezing her nipple gently as he guided the horse after the others.
She leaned back against him and rubbed his thighs. “If nothing else can be said for the morning, it’s certainly nice to see the sun, especially after last night’s thunderstorm.”
“At least the thunderstorm masked some of the louder noises.”
“Yes, that’s true. And I did enjoy watching you as you made love to me while the lightning lit up the room. You’re a very handsome man, especially when you’re enjoying yourself.” She squeezed his thighs and wiggled against him.
He nipped her shoulder. “I seem to remember a very inspiring image last night. A very lovely goddess draped in nothing but her red hair riding me as if she were in a horse race.”
“I’m afraid we didn’t get much sleep last night, but I was having too much fun riding you to care. You’re much more fun to ride than a horse.” She reached behind her and stroked his erection. “When do you think I’ll get to ride you again?”
He moaned, “The sooner the better.” His fingers skimmed along the waistline of her pants.
She bit her lower lip. She definitely liked where this might be going. Her body was certainly aching for release. She had no idea she could so easily receive pleasure this way but saw no reason to deny herself the chance. She glanced up ahead and was assured that the others were too far ahead to hear or see what they were doing. She unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned the pants. “Do you like me better with or without the pants on?”
His finger slipped between her folds, seeking the spot he’d touched last night, and she moaned, trying not to be too loud. Though the others were ahead of them, she felt no need to get their attention. The rough tip of his finger brushed over the nub several times before dipping inside her, filling her.
She shifted so that he was deeper inside her and squeezed his thighs. She loved it when he teased her this way. “Yes, Mic,” she murmured, her hips rocking in rhythm with his fingers. “You make me feel so wonderful.”
The world around them seemed to fade away and all she could focus on was the mounting pleasure between her legs and the strength of her husband behind her. His arousal pressed into her behind, something that further excited her. She hadn’t taken the time to explore him the previous night, though she’d wanted to. His penis had felt wickedly delightful while in her, and now as Mic stroked her, she couldn’t help but imagine it was inside her.
His other hand, reins and all, slid under her shirt and to her breast, kneading and rolling her nipples. His lips skimmed her neck. She stroked the bulge between his legs, tracing the length of him.
“I’d like to be deep inside you right now.” He punctuated the statement by plunging his fingers deep inside her several times, his thumb rubbing her clit. “Taking you, riding you as you rode me.” He ground his cock against her hand. “Enjoying all of you.”
She groaned, louder this time and squirmed, thinking she just might die if he stopped now. Before last night, she had no idea how her body had been designed for lovemaking, but now that she did, she couldn’t seem to get enough. “I want you inside me, too. Thrusting hard and deep. It’d feel so good. ”
He caught her earlobe between his lips, sucking on it, his hand moving faster inside her, pressed deeper by the gait of the horse. His other hand dropped to the nub so he could continue rubbing her.
Her body grew tense and tingled with the first signs of climax. She gritted her teeth, trying to prolong the sensations. She muffled her cries so as not to attract attention as her core clenched around his fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her. She stayed there, suspended in her state of bliss for several seconds then collapsed against him.
His fingers remained in her but were now still, and he held her tightly to him so she had no worries that she might fall off the horse, nor did she have to grab onto the saddle horn to stay on. She very much preferred this way instead, with Mic keeping her safe in his arms.
When her head cleared, she opened her eyes and kissed Mic’s cheek. “Did I ever tell you that I love being with you?”
“No, ma’am.” He wiggled his fingers inside her, eliciting a long moan from her. He slowly drew them out of her. “It will be our little secret.” He kissed the sensitive spot on her neck beneath her ear. “I love being with you, too.”
She buttoned her pants and buckled her belt before she shifted so that she was more comfortable. He wrapped one arm around her waist, drawing her close, and she settled against him. She wanted to do more but knew they’d have to wait until they stopped for a break. There were no guarantees about anything that would happen that night.
Taking a deep breath, she held onto Mic’s arms, more for comfort than for balance since he already held her securely to him. She wasn’t sure if she should say anything but knew she couldn’t avoid the question. “Mic,” she slowly began, her gaze sweeping across the tall trees around them, “do you think the plan will work? Do you think Wade will get Lloyd back?”
He hesitated a moment too long before answering. “Yes. I think Wade will get Lloyd back. ”
She glanced at him, noting the worried frown on his face. She debated whether or not to ask him more, to try to figure out what he thought might go wrong but figured she might be better off not knowing. She’d never done anything like this before and had no idea what to expect. “What do you want me to do to help?”
“Noah, Caleb, Abby, and you will be lookouts while Jeremiah, Wade, and I will go into the house to find Lloyd.”
“Well, after seeing how well you three can fight, I feel better knowing you’ll go in there, but you’ll be careful? I want you to come back to me.”
He nodded solemnly, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Yes, Tawicu.”
“Tawicu?”
“Wife.”
“Is there a name I can call you? Something that means handsome or strong or protector?”
“Hope ce is handsome, wasake is strong, and hignaku is husband.”
“Alright. I know it sounds simple, but I like hignaku because I like
thinking of you as my husband. I’ll go with that.”
“I would be very pleased to be called hignaku by my wife.”
Smiling, she sighed and closed her eyes. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.
***
The sun was higher in the sky by the time Lillian stirred from slumber. The horse slowed, signaling that Mic was ready to take a break from riding the horse. She opened her eyes, surprised she’d actually slept. She must have been more tired than she thought.
Rubbing her eyes, she yawned. “What time is it?”
“Some time after noon. We’re about an hour from where the others will make camp to wait for Abby and Caleb.” He stopped the horse and dismounted, reaching up for her. “We’ll take a break before joining the others.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid into his arms. “How long will we be here?”
His hands slid over her hips, cupping her rear, pulling her tightly against him. “Long enough.”
Biting her lower lip in what she hoped was an example of using her feminine wiles, she traced her finger along the collar of his shirt and smiled at him. “Can I have a drink of water please?”
He chuckled and reached past her, grabbing the waterskin off the horse and walking toward the stream a short distance away. Bending down, he unstopped the waterskin and dipped it into the water.
She watched him, finding it both intriguing and exciting that he actually did as she asked. Of course, he could be doing it because he loved her. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to say it, she knew he loved her in the way he treated her. But she wondered if she might not have used her feminine wiles in the right way.
She went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing nicely against the muscles in his back. “Did you know that I was testing my feminine wiles on you?”
He glanced over his shoulder, lifting the waterskin toward her. “And here I thought you wanted a drink.”
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