Regency Rogues Omnibus (66 page)

“Odds are they will not realize we are gone or be able to follow us for a while,” Saxon said with his mouth pressed to her ear as the horse galloped steadily beneath him. “I have a hunch there is a river back here and if there is, we can follow it.”

“Yes, they will think we took the road,” Joelle called, but her words were lost in the wind.

“Say again,” Saxon said against her ear.

Joelle turned her head back and he turned his ear to her as she repeated herself, and then she felt him nodding. She wished she could stay like that, with her cheek pressed to the side of his jaw. But the gallop was too ungainly and she had to keep her face forward and her inner thighs tensed in a manner she was unaccustomed to, to stay astride the horse.

They were both weak, without sleep and food for several days, and both their bodies were battered in the wrong places for a swift escape on a horse. It was a study in willpower that was utterly draining. Therefore sometime after, when Joelle noticed in the early morning sunshine that the stand of trees they were passing through had a uniformed look about them, without really thinking, she blurted, “Those are apples!” Less for their food value than the possibility to stop the horse’s seesawing between her thighs.

Saxon pulled upon the reins and he brought the horse to a walk. Joelle could feel the tension in his body. “We cannot keep this up. We are going to have to eat and rest. Perhaps, try on some of those clothes you have to see if they will help.”

They were both of common understanding of each other’s intimate pain without needing to overtly state it. “I say they would never guess that we would stop within five miles of the castle. They will think we have traveled further taking advantage of the time they had to spend on the fire.”

Neither she, nor Saxon, questioned the fact that Hellion or his cult followers would eventually come after them.

“Right. And they will not think of the river, which is what we are going to look for as soon as we dress, eat, and rest. A boat, somewhere down the river.”

They picked apples, filling one side of the hem of her cloak with them, while they each ate one. Now that the horse was walking, it was nearly bearable, and Joelle had never tasted anything as fine as the apples juices bursting into her mouth. Then, a little while later, she was the first one to see the field barn and she quickly pointed it out to Saxon. They found it was filled with hay and it appeared that the main farm residence must be miles away. But the best find was Saxon’s, because he found a water pump.

They both walked as though they had huge balls between their legs and Joelle could not help laughing at the picture they made. “I am sorry.” She pressed a hand to her mouth looking at Saxon where they had stopped by the water pump.

She burst out giggling again and Saxon’s chuckle followed as he bent to pump some water, while he cautioned, “Not too much at once.”

They drank, hid the horse and tended to him, then they found a spot in the hay at the rear of the barn to collapse in.

Chapter Seventeen

“Ouch,” Saxon winced, and Joelle saw that it was more than just his battered body. The straw had easy access to poke his bare skin in any willy-nilly fashion.

“Let’s lay out my cloak.”

Joelle did not allow herself a chance to think about it. They had seen each other naked for so long. Now was not the time to have hesitations about it. She just took the cloak off, then laid it out. Saxon watched the cloak and not her nudity. Then, she lay down on her side and he scooted over on his side facing her. She resisted the urge to cover her breasts or between her thighs. At this point in time, it really was a bit silly.

“I need a hug, firefly.” She was so grateful to him. She reached for him easily and they embraced, snuggling closer. Her bare breasts pressed into his chest, while her chin pressed against the side of his neck. “Just what I need,” he sighed.

“Yes,” she murmured, stroking his back slowly. She could feel the warmth of his hand pressed into the small of her back.

“That riding was quite harrowing. For you also?” Joelle nodded against his neck. “We will find a boat to take us down the river. Then, we will trade the horse or my hook for a ride. The hook is silver.”

“You are very clever.”

“I have proof that I only shine in the light of your inventiveness.” Joelle leaned back to look down on the side of Saxon’s face as he looked down at her bare shoulder.

“We will make it then?” she asked, half questioning, half answering as she felt a telltale stir firming against the thin cloth wrapped around Saxon’s waist, to which her lower belly was pressed too.

Saxon’s head lifted as he spoke. “Together we will.”

Joelle wanted nothing so much in that moment, but to kiss Saxon. A free kiss. Not coerced by a hypnotist. Her desire made her courageous. “I want to kiss you.” Her gaze lingered on his full sensual lips.

Saxon’s answer was to lean forward and their lips kissed. It was like the first kiss ever between them. It was new, soul entrancing, and gently exciting. His lips moved over her mouth slowly and her mind centered exclusively on the sensation of their mouths touching each other. As natural as time passed, their kiss deepened and her nipples thrust outward in acknowledgment, poking the firm sinew on his chest. She purred her pleasure, humming against his lips, while she felt his male organ thicken and stiffen against her.

“I live for the sounds of your purrs, firefly.” His mouth turned against her lips, “I want you.” Joelle’s answer came with an undulation against him. A woman’s sexual body stretching of beckoning. His lips abruptly pulled from hers. “But, I mustn’t.”

“Hm,” she murmured with disappointment. Nonetheless, she followed him with her lips, until his head lay back and she pressed her mouth down over his lips.

Her body shifting brought his warm hand to cup one of her buttocks as her naked mound found the lightly hairy bareness of his thigh. Then, her lips which were searching, living, and lusting with his mouth spoke to her sex and her sex agreed by riding his thigh with little craving undulations. It seemed a moment later that she conquered any hesitation Saxon had because he used his hand on her buttock to help lift and ride her mound over his thigh. She could feel the dampness she exuded, painting his flesh and making the way lightly slick.

He rumbled in his chest as his tongue dashed into her mouth. The soreness of the ride and the temple sacrifice was deeper inside her. What she did now was as arousing and tempting as Saxon’s mouth on her sex. She wanted more! Perhaps she wanted to prove the natural goodness of it, or perhaps because she was simply selfishly allured. Saxon was everything desirous to her. He was her ideal of attraction. He even tasted like more . . . more . . . more.

Saxon knew he should stop. Not that he was the soul purveyor of the igniting affair. Nevertheless, he was the man and he cared, and he would not be the sexual instrument of physically hurting Joelle again. There was no hope that after his brutish coupling upon her at the ritual that she could take his penis inside her. It loomed as a tragedy in his mind on more fronts than one. However, the exquisite feel of her over him, pressing supple female curves, riding the butterfly of her heart with wet promise over his thigh, and her lips.
Oh Lord.
Her lips, god help him, her lips. How could he ignore the inspiration and dedication they inspired? He was lost in the feel of her, and he did not want to be found. He was tumbling toward relenting, as his mind played, “what if’s,” with him.

What if they did not couple, what if they kept from that, “what if?” He knew it would aid his healing. It would tug his mind away from reality. But it was a decision he could pull away from. He was strong enough.

Well . . . he made the decision with a delicate mouth carnally sucking his tongue. He wanted light and fire. More, he wanted Joelle’s mind to twirl away into what pleasure he could give her. He found that love was equal degrees of greed and giving.

Their flesh warmed as their mouths played deeper and deeper into passion. Joelle’s body moved over him. Her bare breasts tantalizing his chest as her hips swayed and she wiggled her pussy from his thigh to the base of his penis, with the rigidness of his penis lying down between his thighs. The thin material he had wrapped around his waist, and hanging like a loin cloth, did not hinder the feeling of dampness or heat as Joelle rubbed her impassioned pussy on the root of his prick. His hand helped, lustily squeezing, fondling, and guiding the curves of her naked ass. He could spend hours just playing with the curving configuration of her buttocks. Her hard little nipple tips grazed up his chest, burrowing around with her increasingly aroused movements.

Saxon kept his hook out to the side, away from their entwined undulations. But the part of his brain that could still function knew it was safer to remove it in the throes of lust. Leaving Joelle’s lips was a conquest of its own, yet he finally managed . . . nearly, with just pecks of her lips as he said with a husky tenor. “Let me take my hook off.”

Joelle rotated her pussy as she kissed down his jaw, purring, and he squinted over her shoulder trying to see the straps. She was not helping as she nibbled down his throat using his body like a mat that she could sensually undulate on. However, her lower position did allow him to see better. Now if he could just get his eyes to focus. Fire and light. Fire and fire, he thought, finally able to toss his hook aside as his lady of fire suckled on the depression between his neck and shoulder. It seemed she was not willing to nibble lower and lose her seat at the base of his cock. He groped her buttock with a squeeze, tickling his finger along, and then into the crease.

“Rise up,” he ordered.

“Mm.” she moaned. The sound half-petulant at leaving her perch, but she found his lips again with a heated kiss, while she rose up on her knees. He had intentions, but it was very hard to think straight as arousal steamed through his thoughts. And then, he remembered to tug his wrap aside rather haphazardly in an awkward manner of trying to do two things at once. But he managed to get it free and himself bare as his hand returned downward for his prick, and he lifted it, until it lay on his belly.

“Now, ride this, my hot little firefly.”

Saxon used his fingers plied intimately along the sultry crevice of Joelle’s swaying ass to guide her understanding. She scooted upward on her knees, until her pussy lips spread out over the roundness of his shaft.

“
Oh mm.
”

Saxon agreed wholeheartedly as Joelle braced her hands on his shoulders, sliding her knees back until she could rub the soaking heat of her splayed pussy from the root to the head of his penis.
Lord,
and back again. The position put her breasts ripe for the picking and his mouth heated with the desire as he raised his head to nuzzle her lusty mounds.

The sound Joelle made was pure delight as she waggled her hips and her breasts pitched closer. He kissed one rounded curve, then the other with his mouth and chin grazing in the middle. His one hand latched onto the curving motions of Joelle’s ass, enabling him to stretch his fingers around the curve and down through the crease, until his fingers kissed the hot and wet backside of Joelle’s pussy.

“Mm
mm.
” She wiggled down the shaft of his prick until his fingertips had more contact.

“You like that,” he murmured against the soft flesh of her breast.

“Oh . . .
yes,
” she moaned and he lightly circled his finger around the opening to her torrid vagina.

His cock thumped at the feel of this haven and it happily oozed seed from the slit, while Joelle drew her pussy up and down his shaft.

“Higher,” he urged, fingering her sopping entrance to nudge her pussy toward the head of his prick. “Ah sweet, smear your pussy with my seed.”

“Saxon,” she gasped, and he knew his words inflamed her as they did him. Then, a moment later, when she did it and they moaned together, he knew that inflamed them more. The slit of his penis was ever sensitive, and with Joelle’s butterfly dancing over it caused his hips to lift with prodding intentions. Slick and hot prods over an ardent clit, while his fingers fondled the opening to her vagina from behind and his mouth closed over one of her swaying nipples. The long set of mewls that rolled from Joelle at these actions fed his own arousal.

Joelle saw black stars in her eyes at the piercing aches that Saxon’s mouth tugged on her nipple tip.
Oh.
She had never felt anything so wonderful, besides perhaps the exquisite pleasure of smudging her loins over the turgid outline of his hot cock. That was pure lively bliss, and although her clitoris was the heart of her arousals convergence, with each escalating twinge building upon each other, her core was wildly beseeching her. Saxon’s fingers skimmed that torrid opening that magnified the ache intensifying an action in her mind.
Filling
. Oh spirits, her core ached, upon ached, to be filled the more her clitoris tightened, and then into her mind came the need to satisfy Saxon’s hunger too. His engorged and searing cock throbbed with his desire and his seed clinging to her loins and coating his cock spoke of his desperate need.

Saxon’s teeth nibbled her nipple tip making her body shudder as her hand reached between her thighs, urgent for his pulsing cock. She grasped the scorching weight of it with her fingers slippery and sticky as she lifted the head to her vagina, while angling her hips forward. The beat inside Saxon’s cock was beating with the rhythms buffeting her inner sheath and the aches slithered down her thighs with greedy abandon. When the cumbrous head touched the entrance to her core, she gasped at the feel of it as her body eagerly began to lower.