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“Wee Charlie, we’ll make a horsewoman of you yet.”

“Not if you insist on spanking me every other day. Christ, I’m sore in places I never knew I had.”

“The spanking will continue. You’ll toughen up. Eventually.”

“Not if we do manage to find a way back for me.” I can hear the disappointment in my voice. This is ridiculous. I should be elated at the prospect of returning to my own world.

“No one to spank you at home?” Will grins at me as he drags my bag from the side of my saddle. I guess we must be going to make use of my tent again.

“Hardly. I live a very quiet life usually. On my own.”

Will makes eye contact with Robbie and they exchange what I could only describe as ‘a look.’

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I beg your pardon, Charlie? Is something amiss?” Will has extricated my tent from the bag and is intent now on working the pop-up magic.

“That look. You looked at each other.”

“Did we? No, I don’t think so. A trick of the light, probably. And speaking of which, before it gets dark could you help me get a fire started, sweetheart?” Robbie drapes an arm across my shoulders and leads me away in the direction of the trees and likely firewood. His distraction tactics are only partially successful. I help him to collect twigs to burn, but I know what I saw.

* * *

We are lying in the tent, me sandwiched as usual between the two men, all of us naked. We enjoyed a decent supper of bread, cheese, and ale supplied by Elspeth and we are warm enough under the combined tartans of clans Sinclair and MacBride and aided by our own shared body heat. I can testify to the fact that sixteenth-century Scotsmen are remarkably hot.

Will nuzzles my ear. “Are you tired, lass?”

“Mmm, yes. And I ache.” I snuggle in to Robbie, Will pressed up close behind me. I am well aware that both men are sporting very impressive erections, but they always do when we settle down to sleep together. It doesn’t necessarily mean they intend to use them, though this does seem something of a waste.

Robbie shoves himself up onto one elbow to peer down at me in the darkness. “Aches, do you say? Such a pity. Would you like us to help with that?”

Ah, right. “You have something in mind?”

“I suspect we can come up with a suitable plan, if pressed.”

“It just so happens I have a plan of my own.”

I can just make out the gleam of Robbie’s teeth as he smiles at me, his grin verging on wicked. “You do, wee Charlie? Then do please share it with us.”

“It’s a bit rude.”

“Ah, sounds like a good plan then. Continue, please.”

“Very well. I’ve never sucked either of your cocks, but I’d like to, before we…” I don’t complete the sentence. I don’t want to actually put into words what we are heading toward. There’s a chance, just a faint chance, but a chance nonetheless that we’ll be going our separate ways before long, and it’s killing me.

“Ah, such a strumpet. Who would have imagined it? Still, that’s an excellent notion and I for one would be obliged if you were to get started sometime soon.” Robbie shoves the plaid covers back to reveal his huge cock, jutting up at me in compelling invitation.

I shuffle around to kneel up between the two of them. Will is also sitting up, and his erection looks every bit as eager as Robbie’s. “So, Robbie first, then you?” I smile at him, relishing the deliciously sinful prospect of sucking one man off while the other watches.

“Nay, lassie. While you have Robbie’s dick in your mouth, mine will be in your arse.”

“Oh!” That could be off-putting.

“Yes. Oh. So turn your pretty little bottom in my direction, and get to it.”

“But what about… oil?” I don’t recall seeing any lubricant in the tent, but in the darkness I really would not have noticed anyway.

“Sweetheart, you’ll be so wet by the time I’ve prepared you we may not need it. But just in case…” He reaches under the edge of my sleeping bag, spread out as a groundsheet for all three of us, to retrieve the small bottle of oil. It has become a familiar sight whenever the three of us find ourselves alone.

Thrilled at the prospect of the preparation he has in mind, I lean up to kiss Will’s lips. He enfolds me in his arms, his tongue tangling with mine as he explores my mouth, stroking my inner cheeks, the backs of my teeth.

“Put the wench down. I have a use for her here.” Robbie’s tone is amused rather than impatient, but Will breaks the kiss anyway.

“Randy bastard. Women prefer a little finesse occasionally. They like to feel appreciated.”

“I do appreciate her. I’ll kiss her later if she insists. But I’m dying here.” Robbie has moved around so he is now lying across the width of the tent at the end closest to the entrance, his knees bent to fit. This arrangement offers me and Will more room for our part in the proceedings within this confined space.

“Ah, lass, we must take pity on the poor suffering lout, I fear.” Will jerks his chin in the direction of Robbie’s swollen, solid cock. I grin to myself as I lean over to grip it in my fist.

I’ll miss them so, and all of this. The gentle, crude banter. The explicit talk, the way they tease me at the same time as they’re arousing me to distraction, both of them bent on pleasuring me as much as themselves. Perhaps more. I could almost hope we don’t find that temporal wormhole or whatever it was that catapulted me back four hundred and fifty years. Then I would have no choice to remain here, with my beautiful men.

I draw my hand up and down the shaft of Robbie’s cock, at the same time stroking the smooth head of his erection with the pad of my other thumb. The droplets of fluid seeping from the slit in the end coat my fingers, and I spread the wetness all over. I lean in, first to sniff the salty, musky aroma, then to lick the tip.

The fluid tastes wonderful, a heady, tart flavour, familiar yet unique.

“Ah, lass, that feels good. So good…” Robbie groans, one arm flung across his eyes.

Encouraged, I open my mouth to take the whole of the head inside. I run my tongue around the ridge, pulling the skin back to expose the most sensitive area. Robbie jerks, swearing softly. I widen my jaws and take as much of the shaft as I can. My hand is still wrapped around the base and I pump that, my movements slow and even.

Will shifts behind me, and his palms are on my buttocks, lifting my bottom higher. I arch my back, drawn into the shared intimacy of this moment, all of us open, exposed, enjoying each other, unashamedly pleasuring each other.

I part my legs in response to a soft tap on my inner thigh, then gasp around Robbie’s cock as Will plunges three fingers deep into my pussy. I can hear the sounds of my wetness as he withdraws and drives them in again, twisting his angle to find my G-spot with an accuracy that is nothing short of unerring.

Despite the distraction I manage to continue my own worship of the cock in my mouth, lapping and sucking, listening to and sensing Robbie’s response. It comes in the form of short, breathy moans, occasional muttered oaths, and a rhythmic jerking as he starts to thrust in sync with my own movements.

Robbie reaches for the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. He doesn’t force my head down, but the pressure of his fingers against my scalp tells me how much this is affecting him. I slip my spare hand behind his raised thighs to reach his balls, heavy and solid within their sac. I lift them, roll them in my palm, then squeeze gently.

“Christ, wench, that’s fucking wonderful. Don’t stop, I…” Robbie arches under me, his breath coming in staccato gasps.

Will takes that as his cue to stop finger-fucking my pussy and turn his attention to my arse. He pulls his fingers from my cunt and presses my rear opening. His fingertip slips in, I open readily. He reaches for my clit and squeezes that as he presses further in, two fingers now.

My senses are scrambling, my body tightening for orgasm as I try to maintain some semblance of control over what I’m doing to—for—Robbie. It’s almost as though Will is vying for my attention, a suspicion confirmed when he leans over to murmur in my ear.

“Don’t bite him, lass. That would be careless and we’d both have to spank you.”

My groan is silent, lost around Robbie’s hard cock as Will inserts a third finger into my arse, the opening expanding to admit the intrusion. He swirls them around, loosening me further. I’m not sure if he’s used the additional lubricant or not, but certainly there’s no resistance on my part.

He withdraws his fingers, and I know he’s ready. I’m ready. Prepared to his liking.

Will adjusts his position again, kneeling behind me. His cock is at my rear entrance, pressing against the relaxed muscle there. He slides inside, just the head at first, but I push back against him to accept more. And more still. The length of his cock inches into me, stretching me around his solid width despite my readiness for this. It hurts, and I flinch.

Will halts, renewing his attentions to my clit to urge me to the brink of orgasm, controlling my response to perfection. As I hover on the edge he presses forward again, and my body parts allow him fully inside. He holds still, then rubs my throbbing clit to finish me off.

My body convulses, the delicious waves pulsing through me, punching my nervous system into overdrive. I’m spinning, weightless, in my own imaginary orbit as I convulse around Will’s erection, at the same time my jaws working some sort of mindless magic on Robbie’s cock. I’m aware, somewhere, in the recesses of my sane consciousness, that I mustn’t bite down. Perhaps it’s just instinct, the sense that we trust each other, take care of each other. Whatever, I relax my jaws as I suck feverishly, my own body pulsing in a climax that seems to go on and on and on.

“Lass, you need to stop…”

I shake my head at Robbie’s muttered words. I know what he intends, to spill his semen somewhere else, not in my mouth. Not happening. It’s mine, for me. I want it.

Robbie caresses my scalp, conveying his understanding of my acceptance. Then he gives a sharp lurch, thrusting his cock up into my mouth, just as Will rams his deep into my arse. I swear the two of them are connected by some sort of weird telepathy that enables them to synchronise their movements to perfection. Robbie’s balls tense in my hand as they tighten in readiness, then force his semen out to send it surging up and into the back of my throat. The hot, viscous flood is overwhelming, and just for a moment I feel as though I’m drowning. I swallow, clear my throat, just as more arrives. I swallow that too, and the next, smaller spurt.

Robbie is drawing in deep, contented breaths as I lap at his cock to clean away any remaining droplets of his cum. I release him from my mouth, bestowing one last, caressing kiss on the bulbous, still quivering head as I lay my cheek on his stomach. Robbie reaches for me again, stroking my hair, the moment one of relaxed intimacy.

Will draws his cock back, almost out of me, and I know his next thrust will be the one. I lift up my arse, offering him everything, all of me, whatever he wants. He drives forward, the stroke long and deep, almost painful, but not quite. My arse contracts, the muscles taking on a life of their own as they cling to the hard, thick presence buried deep in me. The heat of Will’s semen fills me as he shudders, his thrusting short and very fast now, pumping the thick fluid from his body and into my mine.

“Oh, oh, God. Oh, sweet Lord…” I moan as Will’s climax subsides. I’m feeling heady, delirious almost that I could satisfy both of them, and it all seemed so natural, so effortless.

“Aye, and sweet Charlie too.” Will leans forward to kiss the back of my neck, then slowly slides his cock from me. I remain where I am, resting my face against Robbie, absorbing the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his stomach. Will is moving about behind me, then I sigh as he parts my buttocks again. This time he draws a cool, damp cloth across my throbbing, sensitive flesh. It feels heavenly, the gesture one of caring and endlessly gentle. If I were to die in this moment, I’d drift happily into glorious oblivion, content that the world is indeed a beautiful place.

“How are your aches now, wench?” Robbie mutters.

“What aches?”

“So, will you sleep, do you think?”

“Try stopping me.”

“We could. We really could, you know that.” He shifts under me, his fingers still tunnelling through my sex-rumpled hair, “…but we’ll be spending all day in the saddle tomorrow and you’ll need your strength. We want to reach Helvellyn by nightfall.”

“I see.” My happy little bubble starts to deflate. I want to go home; I’m terrified of what might happen to me if I remain here. But I’m starting to be just as scared at the prospect of leaving Will and Robbie behind.

“It will all turn out all right, wee Charlie. Just you wait and see. We’ll see you safe.” This from Will who has dumped the cloth somewhere and curled his warm body around mine.

I roll onto my back between them. “I know. I know you will. But—I’ll miss you.”

“We’d miss you too, little wench, even if you do cause us no end of trouble. Robbie’s right though, you need to get some sleep.” He slips an arm under me and I turn to snuggle into his side, as Robbie spoons me from the other side.

I’m puzzled by his choice of word.
Would
miss me, rather than will. It’s clear Will doesn’t expect us to find a way for me to return to the twenty-first century. He anticipates me remaining here.

My feelings on the matter are now hopelessly confused. I long for the safety and certainty, the familiarity of my own time, but I will miss my gorgeous, sexy Highlanders more than I can bear to imagine. I’ll miss this easy togetherness we take for granted. There’s nothing quite like this in the twenty-first century, at least, not that I’ve ever discovered.

Chapter Ten

“Right, we ride hard for Carlisle, but we’ll skirt the town just in case word of your unholy powers has reached here quicker than we did. That will add perhaps two hours to the journey, but if we otherwise make good time we should still reach Helvellyn before dark. Will and I have been talking, and we think the best chance of finding your route back to your own century will be if we return to the exact location where we first encountered you.” As usual, Robbie is the one strategising and planning the details, while Will saddles our horses. I can’t resist a sassy reply.