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  The lass is staring up at me with her big brown wide eyes. I feel drawn to her. She’s beautiful even with her disheveled dark brown hair, but oddly dressed. I have never seen such clothes, tight fitting light blue breeks and a slim grey fitting top. It accentuates her petite curves. The shape of her body made me instantly hard. I saw her eyes take me in. I can tell she likes what she sees. I smirk. She will be mine. I put away my sword and hold my hand out to her, but she hesitates taking it.

  “I won’t harm you, my lady,” I state looking straight into her pretty brown eyes.

  Her trembling hand takes mine and I instantly feel a jolt go through me. Her small hand is incredibly soft like the petal of a flower. I pull her up a little too hard and I wrap my arms around her waist. Her hands are on my chest and her body is pressed against mine. I can feel her heartbeat pounding and her chest rising. My dick is throbbing at the feel of her. I want her, but it’s the wrong time. Especially, after what just happened to her. She might run away from me and I want her by my side.

  “Thank you,” she whispers looking into my eyes.

  I nod slightly and take a step back. It was the hardest thing I had to do right now. I didn’t want to let her go, but I need room to breathe and to get my mind working again. I scan her body for injuries and took my damn time looking her over, but I don’t see any, only a small cut on her lip. Her cheek is red from the slap, but that should go away in time. “I’m Malcolm Fell of Kinteyre.”

  “Aramina Smith. Ara for short.” She looks around and asks, “Can you tell me where I am?”

  I find that quite odd that she doesn’t know, but by the sound of her voice she is definitely not from here. Her voice is soothing. “Ye don’t know?” I asked curiously.

  “I think I was taken and brought here. Look, I just need to get back home,” she says looking at my clothes again. “What date is it?”

  “You’re in Loch Lomond. It’s Summer. Year 1519,” I answer.

  She nervously laughs. “You mean year 2019?”

  “No. It’s 1519,” I correct her. She must have hit her head. She definitely doesn’t know the date. “Come, my horse is this way.” I start walking towards my horse, but I don’t hear her moving. I look back at her and she looks frozen in place. “Are ye coming or do ye prefer his company?”

  She looks at the dead Viking and hurries towards me. She looks completely lost. I help her onto my horse and I can’t stop staring at her arse. I just want to grab it and squeeze it. I shake my head and get behind her.

  “You sound … Scottish?” She asks.

  “Ye are in Scotland,” I say kicking the horse to move forward.

  “Holy crap! I’m in Scotland,” she says. She’s still looking around like she can’t believe she’s here. She shakes her head and sighs.

  “Ye really have no clue where ye are, do ye?” I ask.

  “No. It was night time when I was being chased by a strange man and I remembered falling. Then, I guess, waking up here. I don’t remember sleeping. I must have been out for a while if I’m in Scotland. I live half way across the world,” she says.

  My blood starts to boil hearing her story. I start to feel this primal need to protect her. “That explains your accent,” I state.

  “I don’t have an accent. I’m from America. You have an accent,” she says looking back at me and quickly turning around again. “Uh, can you drop me off at the authorities or at the airport please?”

  “Airport? I’m headed to my friend’s wedding. It is a few days ride from here,” I say. “Ye can accompany me if ye like. He might know a way to get you back to America by boat.”

  “Oh. Okay.” She sounds disappointed.

  I wonder who kidnapped this lass and brought her here. It didn’t make much sense to me. She didn’t appear to be a royal either, but there was something about her. Something that was pulling me to her. I breathed in her scent. She smelled nice like vanilla and berries.

  We don’t say anything for a while and just sit in silence. I notice her head start to lean forward and she shakes her head awake. She’s trying hard not to fall asleep. I lightly chuckle. She starts leaning to the right this time and my arm shoots out to catch her.

  “I’m sorry. I’m just really tired. It’s like I haven’t slept at all.” She yawns.

  “Go on. Ye can sleep on me, lass,” I say putting my arm around her slim waist and holding her against my body. Her body tenses for a second. She tilts her head back into my chest and relaxes. She feels nice and warm against my body. It’s hard to explain, but it’s almost like her body is soothing me, making me feel calm. I feel a flutter in my gut and I can’t help but smile.

  “What am I going to do?” I whisper. Maybe Alec will know. I can’t keep her, can I? Perhaps I can convince her to stay with me. I shake my head. What the hell am I thinking? She’ll want to return to her home, of course.

  My eyes drift down to the sleeping beauty. She looks so serene. Her brown hair glistening from the sunlight. Her tiny little button nose and those delectable voluptuous lips. God, I just want to kiss them. Get a hold of yourself. I can’t fall for someone who doesn’t live here.

  All of a sudden, my horse jerks up. Ara wakes up startled and I grip her even tighter to me. I don’t let her fall as I move the horse back. I hadn’t noticed a Viking moving in, pointing his sword at us. I allowed myself to be distracted by Ara. Dammit. This woman is messing with my senses. I jump off the horse and unsheathe my sword. I size up the Viking. This savage is an inch taller than me with greasy blonde hair and tattoos all around his neck. He looks between Ara and me.

  This vile looking savage attacks me with multiple hits. I block everyone one of them and he steps back. His dirty lips twitch. Then I notice his eyes glance at Ara again. Oh, hell no. He’s not taking her nor do I even want him looking at her. I swing my sword at him and he kicks me in the gut. I fall back hitting a tree. He swings his sword at me like an axe, but I roll out of the way. As I get up, he takes another swing at me, but I jump to the side. He ends up slicing my arm and I start to get pissed. Blood starts to trickle down and I hear Ara gasp.

  The savage smiles at Ara and I come at him with multiple swings. He dodges them and attacks me again. This goes on for a minute. He’s a lot more skilled than I anticipated. I allow him to get close to me and kick him behind the knee. He collapses a bit, but not before swinging his sword back at me. I step back out of the way of his sword and stab him low in the back. He grunts as I pull my sword out of him. I wipe his blood off with his kilt and walk back towards Ara.

  Ara gets down from the horse and removes her thin grey shirt. What the hell is she doing? I just stand still not able to take my eyes off her chest. I can see the shape of her round breasts and her nipples through her thin white under shirt. My cock hardens under my kilt and all I can think about is sucking her nipple right through her top.

  “Rip this in half,” she says snapping me out of my dirty thoughts.

  I do as I’m told. She wraps one piece around my bleeding bicep and ties the shirt in a knot. She uses the other to wipe the sweat off my face. It leaves me utterly shocked. This beautiful damsel is taking care of me. Even when I was betrothed to Lady Paisley, she never once wiped the sweat off my face or even cared if I got hurt in battle. I try to hide my smile from Ara.

  “It’s just a flesh wound,” I say stoically.

  “Yeah, well, I still don’t want you bleeding to death. I need you,” she says looking up at me, but quickly glancing away.

  Her words hit my heart. She needs me and it feels damn good coming from her. “I’ve had far worse injuries in battle before,” I say covering her hand with mine. She looks at our hands and then into my eyes. My chest tightens and I get lost in her eyes for a minute.

  “Sorry, habit,” she whispers. Her other hand stilled by my face and she stopped wiping my sweat off.

  “It’s okay,” I say quietly inching closer to her. “I like it.” I’m so close to her lips, but she takes a step back and I hear her stomac
h growl. “We should go. There’s a small village up ahead and I’ll get ye some food.”

  “Thank you.” She turns around and gets back on my horse. She looks good on it. Too good. She’d look even better without any clothes on. Get a hold of yourself. I try to shake that thought away.

  CHAPTER 4

  ARAMINA

  O ur ride to the village is quiet and uneventful. Thank god. I think I’ve witnessed enough deaths in one day. I should be freaking out, but I think I’m too tired to care. The men that died weren’t even good people, so it’s not like I should feel guilty at all. The things those men would have done to me. I can’t even go back to sleep after what just happened. This could be just some extremely bad dream and I’ll wake up any minute now, but that slap to the face earlier really hurt, so I doubt that.

  As I look around at this tiny village, I can’t help but think I really am in the 16th century. This town has not more than a dozen wooden buildings if that. A few of the buildings are the size of a shack. It reminded me of beach bungalows with their thatched roofs. There’s not much foot traffic either. Maybe all the people live elsewhere or far out somewhere in the woods.

  I’m still very confused as to how I got to Scotland. How on Earth is that possible? But how can I not believe him? The clothes, the weapons, how these men come at woman or technically me. I haven’t seen anything modern at all. It’s really like I did go back in time, but I still don’t want to believe it. I can’t tell him that I’m from five hundred years in the future. He’d think I’m crazy.

  I somehow believe Malcolm. There’s something about this tall and mysterious Scottish man that makes me trust him. I mean I shouldn’t be going off with a complete stranger that I just met, but he did save me. He looks a little rough around the edges, but he’s definitely more groomed than any of the other men I’ve seen so far. He has caramel brown hair that reaches the bottom of his shoulders, a nice little rugged beard, broad shoulders you can grip, and muscles. Lots and lots of muscles, but they’re not too big or lean. His muscles are just the right size. He’s definitely a fierce warrior from what I’ve witnessed and I’m so fortunate he came to my rescue. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened to me if he didn’t arrive.

  “Let’s get ye some clothes first,” He says snapping me out of my thoughts of him.

  “My clothes are fine,” I say getting off the horse. He gently puts his hand to my back to make sure I don’t fall. I feel a little heat spread through me from his gentle touch. He looks down to my chest and the side of his mouth curls up.

  “I can see through your shirt.” He states tying his horse to the railing.

  I gasp looking down and crossing my arms over my chest. I feel embarrassed. I didn’t even realize I was wearing my white tank top. I must be extremely tired. I would never ever wear something this see through in front of others or even in the privacy of my own home. I definitely was not thinking when I took off my cardigan. I shake my head.

  He leans in close to me. I can feel his warm breath on my ear. “If I wasn’t going to a wedding, I’d leave you in that sultry top of yers, but I don’t want other lads staring at yer breasts. They’re for my eyes only.” He turns and walks into the store with a smirk on his face.

  My mouth drops open and my heart stops for a moment. Wait. Did he just say that? My face and body temperature rises. I get all hot and bothered by his remark. There’s a small ache that starts between my thighs and I squeeze my thighs together. In this moment, I wish he did touch me or kiss me, but I must shake that thought away. We could never get romantically involved. I need to stay focused on returning home.

  I follow him into the little wooden building. There’s an older woman sewing behind a table and a young man moving fabric to the back room. The older woman has silver grey hair tied up in a neat bun. Her features look weathered like she’s done a lot of labor. She looks up at us and smiles.

  “Welcome. I’m Blair. Let me know if ye need any help.” She greets us.

  There are several racks of dresses in the shop. The dresses all look like costumes to me. I can’t believe I have to pick one, but I guess it’s better than being in my white see through tank top. I feel through the rack of clothes and try to pick the simplest one. There’s one deep emerald colored dress that catches my eye. The inner part is an off the shoulder cream dress. The outside is a green tank top dress that ties in the front under your breasts like a corset. It’s simple yet beautiful with a bit of gold detailing the border. I pick it out and hand it to the lady.

  “Pick another.” Malcolm sounds displeased of my choice.

  “What?” I asked confused. Did he not like what I picked or did he want me to get multiple dresses?

  “Find a red dress.” He says.

  Blair speaks up, “We don’t have any red in my shop at the moment. Mostly blues, browns, and greens.”

  Malcolm sighs. “We’ll take it.” He walks passed me picking out another deep blue dress from the rack. It has a white underdress with long sleeves. “And this, too.” He sets some gold coins on the table.

  “Do you have somewhere I can change?” I asked Blair.

  “In the back.” She points. “Come. I’ll help ye.” She takes both dresses from me and guides me to the back room.

  “I’ll return with food.” Malcolm says walking out in a hurry.

  I guess he didn’t want to wait. It’s not like I take that long to change, but maybe the women do take longer in this time. I definitely have never worn a corset, so that will take some time to put on. I’m glad Blair offered to help at least. I mean, I could probably put it on myself, but she’s probably used to doing it anyway.

  CHAPTER 5

  MALCOLM

  I hurry out of the dress shop and end up at a brothel. I meant to go get food, but my feet walked me here. I stood in front of the brothel debating to go in or not. It wasn’t a bad idea. I needed some relief. My dick was hard and throbbing from being near Ara all this time. I highly doubt she would let me have sex with her. She didn’t seem the type to just give it up so easily, especially to a man she just met. I just need to have sex and I would be fine. It’s been a long time. I needed to relieve some tension and her presence wouldn’t affect me so much.

  The white shirt of Ara’s made my cock incredibly hard. The way her tight nipples pressed against the fabric. I just wanted to grab her, touch her, and suck her nipples until she moaned. I’m sure she felt my cock on the ride to this town, too. There was definitely no hiding it.

  It’s been a long time since I had sex. That’s all this was, the lack of sex. When my marriage was arranged, I waited for Lady Paisley and I didn’t want to sleep with others. I thought abstaining from sex would make it even better. Oh how wrong I was since she was sleeping with someone else. I just need to give myself some relief and I wouldn’t desire Ara so much. Her body, her presence wouldn’t affect me like it is now. I could keep myself in control and well behaved. I needed my control. There was still a few days left before reaching Alec’s castle.

  I enter the brothel and saw three very attractive women sitting on the coach. Their eyes took in my body and they smiled. This would be easy and quick. They were all sexy with big round breasts pushed up out of their dresses barely concealing their nipples.

  “Ye.” I said pointing to the first women. The other two pouted, but remained on the coach. The woman I picked wasn’t too young or too old, maybe in her late twenties. She gave the appearance that she was seasoned enough not to whine or complain or do anything I didn’t want done. She had beautiful long brown curly hair down to her butt. Hair I could easily grab during sex.

  She gave me a sultry smile and showed me to her room. It wasn’t anything fancy. Her room had a decent sized bed with nice sheets and pillows, all neutral colors. There was a small fireplace and even a small window with a little view.

  She grabbed my hand and led me in. It was odd though. I didn’t feel anything from her touch like when I touched Ara’s soft hands. There was t
his energy when I touched Ara and when I was pressed up behind her on the horse.

  The woman snaps me out of my thoughts when she starts removing her clothes. I wait in silence and roam her body with my eyes. She is appealing in every sense of the way, but for some reason I wasn’t getting turned on by her. It’s not that I needed to be, since I already had a hard on, but I didn’t desire her. She had all the right curves in all the right places. That didn’t matter though. I just needed to get off.

  “Any special requests?” She asks sauntering up to me. She rests her hands on my chest and looks directly into my eyes. She slowly moves her hands down my body and rubs my hard cock.

  I take a deep breath. “Keep doing that.” I grunt. Still, I felt nothing for her, not even lust and she is very attractive. The typical women I slept with before I met Ara.

  I realize I didn’t want to kiss her or touch her. Hell, I didn’t want to even put my dick in her anymore. What has Ara done to me? This is so unlike me. I was never like this before. I always enjoyed sex, but now I was cold to this sexy minx. I used to be so aggressive and passionate even with women I didn’t know. Hell, sometimes, I didn’t even care to get their names. I always made it fun and enjoyable, but I wasn’t enjoying this woman rubbing my cock. I felt more tense than when I walked into the brothel.

  Before I knew it, she took my cock in her mouth. That did feel a little better, but it felt wrong, too. I had to stop her. I just couldn’t do this with her. She was bobbing her head back and forth and she seemed to be enjoying it, but this wasn’t working for me.

  “Stop. Here’s payment for yer services, but I can’t.” I say removing my cock from her mouth and handing her some coins.

  She pouts and stands back up. She looks at me as if she’s trying to read me. “She must be special.” She says smiling at me.

  “Aye.” I breathe.

  She turns around and picks up all her clothes from the floor. She heads to her lavvy while I enjoy the view of her backside. I shake my head in disbelief. I really have changed.