settled atop her.
His hands slipped around her neck, massaging and caressing until they came to rest on her cheeks. She gazed into his face. Something there made her hands grow still on his hips. “What? What is it?” she asked, holding her breath.
He wanted her, the evidence was as clear as the nose on his face, yet something was making him appear reluctant. His face held almost a painful expression. “Oh, your head! Does it still hurt?"
"No, I'm fine. But, you...Your, um, condition, the baby. I don't know if we..."
Relieved, she smiled. “It's perfectly safe. Besides pregnant woman are supposed to get plenty of exercise."
His eyes sparkled, but his gaze still held a touch of doubt. “You're sure?"
"Positive.” She ran her hands around to his back, pulling the rest of the shirt tail out of his britches. Pushing the shirt aside, she roamed both hands over his hard, hot chest. “You aren't considering denying me my wedding night, are you?"
He laughed, and for a moment she wondered if the rest of the house heard the joyful sound. The next instant, and in one swift movement, he picked her up, twisted and gently lowered her to the bed. He leaned over her, caressed her cheeks gently. “I don't plan on denying you anything my sweet wife."
She grabbed his neck, pulling his head downward. “I'm so glad to hear that."
Sunshine, bright and hot, the following morning made everything look as full of light and as happy as Skeeter felt. After eating a hearty meal with his mother and younger brothers, he led Lila from the house, stealing a kiss as they walked across the front yard.
When the merger ended, he wrapped his hands around her trim waist, and lifted her into the buckboard. It was unimaginable a baby could grow in area so tiny. His big hands easily spanned Lila's middle. Her stomach was firm and flat. He'd never felt anything as silky smooth as her skin. Memories of the night before made his loins tighten.
It was so amazing they were married. He'd told Kid everything. How he'd participated in Buffalo Killer's ghost dance. How he'd saved Lila; how the tunnel had caved in, Pete chasing her—all of it. His brother had helped him come up with a plan, and this morning they were going to Kid and Jessie's to gather supplies for the trip back to their land. His chest swelled with pride at the thought of sharing his land with Lila. He glanced up.
She smiled and scooted over, making room for him on the seat and settling the long skirt of her purple dress over her knees. He climbed onto the driver's seat and as he took the reins, she settled a hand on his thigh. The bulge in his britches grew. Their wedding night had been beautiful. He almost chuckled aloud at the thought. He'd never used the word beautiful before in his life, but he couldn't think of another way to describe it. And not even the devil himself could wipe the smile off his face this morning.
"So, where are we going?"
"Like I said at breakfast, over to Kid's then we'll drive into Nixon and get you some decent shoes,” he glanced at the feet she'd settled on the front base board. “I thought we'd stop by Willamina's on the way. See if there's anything she needs from town."
"Who?"
"Willamina and Eva. They're friends of the family."
She nodded, glanced about the area. “How far is it to Kid's house?"
"Not far. Kid has a big, fancy house. You'll like it.” He clucked his tongue, setting the horses in motion. With a firm hold on the reins, he kept the pace slow, trying to keep the dust floating up from beneath the team's feet to a minimum. July was always hot and dry, and this year was no different. He pulled off his hat, plopped it on her head. “We'll have to get you a hat, too,” he said, wondering about the temperature in her time. Was the landscape still the same? The wide open spaces did something for a man—gave him a sense of pride that was hard to explain. He'd hate to think it was all gone.
"Have I told you I'm a millennial?” She broke
His hands slipped around her neck, massaging and caressing until they came to rest on her cheeks. She gazed into his face. Something there made her hands grow still on his hips. “What? What is it?” she asked, holding her breath.
He wanted her, the evidence was as clear as the nose on his face, yet something was making him appear reluctant. His face held almost a painful expression. “Oh, your head! Does it still hurt?"
"No, I'm fine. But, you...Your, um, condition, the baby. I don't know if we..."
Relieved, she smiled. “It's perfectly safe. Besides pregnant woman are supposed to get plenty of exercise."
His eyes sparkled, but his gaze still held a touch of doubt. “You're sure?"
"Positive.” She ran her hands around to his back, pulling the rest of the shirt tail out of his britches. Pushing the shirt aside, she roamed both hands over his hard, hot chest. “You aren't considering denying me my wedding night, are you?"
He laughed, and for a moment she wondered if the rest of the house heard the joyful sound. The next instant, and in one swift movement, he picked her up, twisted and gently lowered her to the bed. He leaned over her, caressed her cheeks gently. “I don't plan on denying you anything my sweet wife."
She grabbed his neck, pulling his head downward. “I'm so glad to hear that."
Sunshine, bright and hot, the following morning made everything look as full of light and as happy as Skeeter felt. After eating a hearty meal with his mother and younger brothers, he led Lila from the house, stealing a kiss as they walked across the front yard.
When the merger ended, he wrapped his hands around her trim waist, and lifted her into the buckboard. It was unimaginable a baby could grow in area so tiny. His big hands easily spanned Lila's middle. Her stomach was firm and flat. He'd never felt anything as silky smooth as her skin. Memories of the night before made his loins tighten.
It was so amazing they were married. He'd told Kid everything. How he'd participated in Buffalo Killer's ghost dance. How he'd saved Lila; how the tunnel had caved in, Pete chasing her—all of it. His brother had helped him come up with a plan, and this morning they were going to Kid and Jessie's to gather supplies for the trip back to their land. His chest swelled with pride at the thought of sharing his land with Lila. He glanced up.
She smiled and scooted over, making room for him on the seat and settling the long skirt of her purple dress over her knees. He climbed onto the driver's seat and as he took the reins, she settled a hand on his thigh. The bulge in his britches grew. Their wedding night had been beautiful. He almost chuckled aloud at the thought. He'd never used the word beautiful before in his life, but he couldn't think of another way to describe it. And not even the devil himself could wipe the smile off his face this morning.
"So, where are we going?"
"Like I said at breakfast, over to Kid's then we'll drive into Nixon and get you some decent shoes,” he glanced at the feet she'd settled on the front base board. “I thought we'd stop by Willamina's on the way. See if there's anything she needs from town."
"Who?"
"Willamina and Eva. They're friends of the family."
She nodded, glanced about the area. “How far is it to Kid's house?"
"Not far. Kid has a big, fancy house. You'll like it.” He clucked his tongue, setting the horses in motion. With a firm hold on the reins, he kept the pace slow, trying to keep the dust floating up from beneath the team's feet to a minimum. July was always hot and dry, and this year was no different. He pulled off his hat, plopped it on her head. “We'll have to get you a hat, too,” he said, wondering about the temperature in her time. Was the landscape still the same? The wide open spaces did something for a man—gave him a sense of pride that was hard to explain. He'd hate to think it was all gone.
"Have I told you I'm a millennial?” She broke
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