by S. E. Smith
Indy signed the paper, pausing at the date. Her eyes widened when she saw Jonathan and the preacher had both dated the paper May 3, 1867. What the hell? Indy’s eyes flew up to the top of the marriage certificate. It also said in the year of our Lord, May 3, 1867.
Indy’s eyes searched Jonathan’s face to see if this was all a joke. It must be, the way the preacher’s wife was dressed, the wagon they had ridden in on, and the marriage certificate. It was just a fake. For the life of her she couldn’t figure out why but she felt a sense of relief that this was just some weird joke. Shrugging her shoulders, she signed it the same date as the others had. As far as she was concerned, she wasn’t really married. As soon as Jonathan untied her, she would wish him happiness for the future and head for the mountains as fast as she could once she got Midnight, Kahlua, and the dogs.
Jonathan let out a sigh of relief as Indy handed the paper back to the preacher who said he would file a copy of it with the local territorial courts. Pulling a few coins out, he thanked the preacher and his wife for their assistance and told them he would have Carl return them to town. The preacher’s wife leaned toward Indy and awkwardly gave her a brief peck on the cheek, wishing her congratulations on her marriage.
Jacob smiled at Indy as he watched Jonathan call for Wally to escort the preacher and his wife out.
“Well I guess I get to kiss the new bride now, don’t I?” Jacob said coming over to where Indy was sitting on the sofa still.
She gave a short, stressed laugh at his comment. “Give me a break! That wasn’t a real marriage!” She exclaimed, looking back and forth between Jonathan and Jacob with raised eyebrows.
“Of course it was real. The preacher married us, we had witnesses, and the preacher is going to file the paperwork with the terroritorial authorities,” Jonathan said growing frustrated that Indy was still fighting him.
“Yeah, right. Did you see the date on the stupid marriage certificate?” She asked impatiently, getting tired of the whole charade.
She had a long way to ride today if she was going to get close enough to the mountains to hide before Hayden found her. Now that everyone knew her real name it wouldn’t take long before the local law showed up to take her in. She needed to get moving as soon as possible.
“Yes, May 3, 1867,” Jonathan said wondering what date Indy thought it was.
“Duh! The preacher and his wife might have been dressed like the old west but I hardly think a marriage like this would be considered legal in today’s time. Now, will you please untie these damn ropes?” Indy asked, impatiently holding out her hands.
“What do you mean by the ‘old west’?” Jacob asked curiously, studying Indy’s face carefully.
Indy rolled her eyes at Jacob’s question. “Come on, Jacob. Do you really expect me to believe the year is 1867?” She asked staring at the two brothers like they had lost their minds.
Jonathan felt his stomach clench unexpectedly. He studied Indy’s face intently for several log moments as he let her question roll through his mind. He had a bad feeling that the answer she gave was going to be something beyond what he was expecting. He also had a feeling it would explain some of the missing pieces about Indy that would explain why she was so different from any woman he had ever met.
“What year do you think it is, Indy?” Jonathan asked quietly, coming up to kneel on one knee in front of her.
Indy nervously used her tied hands to push a strand of long hair that had come loose back behind her ear. “Everyone knows it’s 2013,” Indy said with a nervous laugh, watching as shock flashed across both men’s faces. “Come on. Are you seriously trying to tell me you two think it’s really 1867?” She asked in disbelief, looking back and forth between Jacob and Jonathan’s face.
Jonathan’s face darkened with anger. “Indy, if you think acting deranged will get you out of this marriage it won’t. You are mine,” Jonathan said tightly.
Indy shook her head. “I’m not the one who is deranged. It is May 3, 2013. I was born August 12, 1991. I’ll be twenty-two years old in a few months. I have a pickup truck, a bachelor’s degree in nursing from Northwestern University, and …” Indy’s voice trailed off as she saw confusion and unease flash across both men’s faces again.
Suddenly an old story Sam told her flashed through her mind. He said when he had traveled through Spirit Pass it had taken him to another world. A world where red man and white man didn’t get along. The more Indy thought about it, the more scared she became. The rustlers, the fact she hadn’t seen or heard a car, truck or airplane since she came, the way the men reacted to her clothing yesterday, and Maikoda’s surprise at her lack of fear of being near an Indian, not to mention, the preacher, his wife, and the wagon.
She looked at Jonathan as her body began to tremble with fear. “Holy shit. It really is 1867, isn’t it?” She choked out in a voice barely above a whisper.
Both men nodded slowly, gazing at Indy with a stunned look. Jonathan gently ran his fingers along her pale cheek. “You really didn’t know that?” He asked it more as a statement than a question.
Both of them turned to look at Jacob when he suddenly started laughing. “Damn, Jonathan. When you finally find a girl, you really find one!” Jacob said slapping his brother on his shoulder.
Indy looked down at her hands again. “Could you please untie me?” She whispered softly before looking back up at Jonathan with a look of horror on her face. “Oh God! Does this mean we really got married?” Indy whispered, turning even paler than before.
Jacob choked back a laugh. “I think I’ll let you deal with this on your own. Congratulations on your marriage, brother. You have a truly beautiful and unique bride,” Jacob stated before he leaned over and brushed his lips across Indy’s chilled cheek.
Both Indy and Jonathan watched as Jacob stood up and walked out the door, leaving them alone. Jonathan stared down into Indy’s big green eyes wondering what the hell he was going to do now. He was married to a woman he didn’t even know was a woman until yesterday, found out she thought she was from the future, and now had to figure out a way to make sure she truly didn’t disappear to a place he would never be able to find her.
Chapter 9
Indy hadn’t known what to do when Jonathan had gently picked her up and walked up the stairs with her. She vaguely realized she was in shock. She could tell by the uncontrollable tremors shaking her body. Of course, being slightly wet, dirty and cold from the wrestling match earlier didn’t help.
She stood frozen in the middle of a large bedroom staring at a huge copper bathtub filled with steaming water. She couldn’t move since she was still tied up. Instead, she remained standing in the spot where Jonathan had set her back on her feet and watched him move about the room.
Her eyes widened when he removed his gun belt, laying it down on a table near the bed. A very, very big bed as far as Indy was concerned. She began shivering even more as she wondered what he was planning to do next. A gasp escaped her when he slowly began taking his clothes off. She tried to protest when he pulled his shirt and undershirt off but the only thing that came out was a squeak. She licked her lips as she studied his broad chest. It was much more defined than she had imagined. He had muscles on top of muscles due to years of hard work. He only had a light coating of hair on his chest tapering off as it disappeared under the waist of his pants. Jerking her eyes up to his face again, she saw him fighting a grin as he realized she was as affected by what was happening as he was. He pulled his boots and socks off setting them next to the dresser.
“What… what are you doing?” Indy asked hoarsely, licking her lips again.
“I’m undressing. When I’m done undressing, I’m going to undress you and then we are going to bathe together. Both of us are filthy from our tumble in the yard,” Jonathan explained calmly as his fingers moved to the buttons on the front of his pants.
Indy drew in a deep breath as she watched his long, hard cock emerge from the trapping of his pants. It was obvious he was turned
on. She stumbled backwards, falling as her tied legs refused to let her move. Jonathan caught her before she hit the floor, laying her down gently before standing back up to remove his pants the rest of the way. Indy was panting nervously as she studied his hard, aroused body standing over her.
“You… you go ahead. I really don’t need one…. one…. one right now,” Indy whispered, her eyes glued to his hard, throbbing length.
Jonathan could feel his cock pulsing up and down the longer Indy stared at him. He would be lucky not to come like a boy in front of her if she continued to stare at him like she was. Kneeling next to her, he carefully untied the ropes around her ankles holding onto her leg and giving her a warning look before gently removing her boots and socks.
“What are you doing?” Indy asked hesitantly, trying to look into his eyes to see what he was thinking.
Jonathan smiled tenderly back at the slender figure laying on the floor. He could tell she was nervous, perhaps even frightened. He needed to treat her much like he did a newborn foal trying to discover what strange new world it had been born into. He let his hands caress her slender feet and ankles.
“I’m undressing my wife. Then I am going to bathe her. Then, I am going to make love to her all night long,” Jonathan responded quietly.
“Oh,” Indy said stupidly. “Okay.”
Jonathan smiled as a look of innocent confusion crossed Indy’s face. If he didn’t know any better, he would think she had never been with a man before. The idea of Indy with another man, regardless of what century, sent a flash of jealousy through him. He didn’t care if she was a virgin or not, she was his now and he would do everything in his power to keep her safe.
He frowned as he undid the fastenings on her pants, marveling at the zipper. When he grabbed the top and slowly pulled them down her long legs, his breath caught at the undergarment she was wearing.
He reached out and gently touched the black lace with the tips of his trembling fingers. “What the hell is this?” He asked hoarsely, eyeing the scrap of black lace that barely covered her. It was a tiny bit of a triangle with two small lace straps over her hips.
Indy looked down at her black lace thong. At first she didn’t think she would but after letting Allie talk her into wearing them, she had found them to be very comfortable. Indy had made a few concessions to her feminine side. She had pierced her belly button, liked sexy underwear, and liked to wear earrings in her ears - even out on the range.
“Untie my hands and I’ll show you,” Indy said huskily.
She was burning to find out what Jonathan had in mind for her. If seeing her in her underwear turned him on then she was more than willing to show him. She knew she had a nice figure. She worked too damn hard not to have one. She was nervous as hell but she was also very curious. And, even though she had seen plenty of naked males while she was in nursing school, none of them had turned her on or fascinated her the way he did.
Jonathan looked up from the spec of black lace between her legs trying to decide if he could trust her. The burning heat in her gaze told him she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He quickly untied her wrists and stepped back, watching as she gracefully stood up. When her hands went to the buttons of her shirt, he almost groaned out loud. In his state of undress it was impossible to hide his rampant arousal. His cock bounced eagerly up and down with every button she undid. When she finally let her shirt fall to the ground, his eyes were glazed with unrestrained desire as he soaked in her beauty.
Indy reached up pulling her long braid up so she could undo it. The movement caused her breasts to strain against the black lace covering her breasts. Running her fingers through her long hair, she let the silky strands fall in a shimmering wave down her back. She turned around so Jonathan could see her from the back. She looked over her shoulder with a small smile and winked. A heady sense of power pulsed through her as she realized he was not immune to what he was seeing.
She ran one slender hand over the cheek of her ass. “This is called a thong. This is the type of undergarments a lot of girls wear in my time,” Indy explained. “Sometimes we even wear things like this to go swimming in,” she added, her eyes lighting up with mischief when she heard his breathing become uneven as his eyes followed her hand.
“Holy shit!” Jonathan breathed out.
His eyes were glued to the globes of her ass and the black lace there. He could feel the bead of pre-cum beginning to drip from his cock. A slight tremor ran through his body as he fought for control. Moving quickly to her side, he turned her around and pulled her against his hard, throbbing body.
“How do you take it off?” He muttered hoarsely, staring down at her bra.
Indy chuckled as she reached up and showed him how to undo the latch on the front of her bra. Her groan quickly filled the air as Jonathan took one of her big, rose colored nipples into his mouth and sucked on it hard. The shock of the warmth and pressure startled her, pulling a loud moan out of her as she arched into him. She wrapped her arms around his head trying to pull him even closer as the tugging on her breast caused an equally fierce reaction between her legs.
“Jonathan!” Indy breathed out sharply. “Oh!” She moaned again as her legs started to give out from under her.
Jonathan’s hands moved down to the thin straps holding the black thong onto Indy’s hips. Pushing them down, he ran his callused palms down the sides of her hips and around to her womanhood. He had to know if she was as soft and silky as he had imagined last night when he had seen her standing naked before the wood stove. Cupping her bare mound in his hot hand, he ran his fingers gently over her smooth, wet lips.
“Jonathan!” Indy cried out his name again as the feel of his callused fingers running over the sensitive lips of her clitoris sent shockwaves through her.
A deep growled of need escaped Jonathan as he felt how wet and swollen she already was for him. He wasn’t going to make it to the bath. Sweeping Indy off her feet, he moved over to the bed and laid her down. He wanted to taste her. Ripping the black lace the rest of the way down her legs, he pulled her thighs apart staring down at the pale, pink mound before burying his face in her wet sweetness.
Indy smothered a scream as he buried his mouth between her legs. She had never expected to feel anything so amazing. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer as wave after delicious wave of ecstasy washed through her at the feel of his tongue and teeth on her swollen nub. Spreading her legs wider, she whimpered as she felt his tongue lapping at her clit. The heat inside her increased to the point it hurt. She tried to close her legs as the pressure inside her built but his strong hands held them open to his feasting mouth. She began kneading her fingers through his hair as the pressure increased to unbearable levels.
“Please!” Indy whimpered as her whole body began to shake. “Please,” she choked out hoarsely.
Releasing her clit for a moment, Jonathan raised up to look at Indy. “What do you want?” He asked in a strangled voice.
“You,” Indy begged, staring back at him as if in a drug induced haze of passion. “I want you to fuck me!”
Jonathan’s body jerked at her demand. He was beyond being gentle, at least for this first time. Pushing his fingers into her deeply to see if she was ready for him, he was surprised to find a barrier preventing him from going any further. His gaze jerked up to meet hers as she moaned at the feel of his fingers inside her tight, slick vaginal channel. She was his, only his.
With a growl, he pulled her legs apart fitting his throbbing cock between her legs. “Indiana Tucker, you are mine. I’ll never let you go,” he vowed harshly as he pressed his cock into her. He heard her whimper as he stretched her. He paused, cursing under his breath. “It will only hurt for a moment. I promise,” he choked out looking down at the beautiful woman spread out beneath him.
When he saw her open her eyes to look at him, trust glowing from them, he pushed forward in one quick thrust. He broke through the barrier, burying himself all the way to his
balls inside her. He knew at that moment he was in love with her. It was as if his heart and soul were buried deep inside her along with his body. He would do everything in his power to take care of and protect her for the rest of his life. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth trying to hold still. He wanted to give her time to adjust to his invasion. He knew he was big and she felt so damn small lying under him.
He opened his eyes and stared down at her flushed face. Her eyes were closed and a single tear coursed down the side of her face from the corner of her eye. Leaning over, he licked the tear before he began to slowly move in and out of her. A groan of pleasure escaped her lips as she began rocking her hips to match his movements. Grasping one of her nipples in between his lips, he sucked on it as he continued his slow rhythm of movement in and out of her tight sheath. She seemed to fist him as he rocked, grasping his cock in a hold so tight it felt as if they were one.
Jonathan couldn’t contain the groan as he felt the pressure build inside of him. His balls drew up into hard sacks as he felt his orgasm build to a point he knew he was going to explode. Indy suddenly jerked upwards, crying out as she came. Jonathan felt her vaginal walls clamp down on him pushing him over the edge. Pushing as deeply as he could into Indy, he let his seed pump deep into her womb straining as he felt his release sweep through his body. A hoarse cry ripped from his throat as powerful feelings overwhelmed him.
Indy had heard about orgasms and had even tried to bring herself to one once before, but had never been able to. If she had known it was going to feel so damn good she would have tried harder. It had hurt when Jonathan had taken her virginity but only for a moment. When he had begun moving inside her, she had been overwhelmed with the feelings rushing through her both mentally and physically. She felt like she was finally home; finally safe. Indy gave herself totally to him, wanting everything he had to give. When she felt the orgasm building she had let go and felt like she was flying.