At that particular moment the weak moonlight was covered by the clouds. When it finally reappeared, the portal, Orenda and the man were gone. Turning, Onatah looked up at Jack and Ragtow in confusion.
“What just happened and who was that man after my sister?”
Jack smiled softly at her. “Your sister went back to your mother. Her time here never was permanent,
“Now what Mikael Jorgenstien is going to do in the eighteen hundreds is another thing. I doubt they have casinos there for him to guard.” Ragtow and Jack guided her back towards the horses they used to get to the river.
“He worked with Orenda at the casino?”
“Yes. He was the Head of Security and your sister’s lover.”
Onatah cocked her head. “Her lover? But he’s not Indian.”
“No he isn’t. I’ve heard his ancestors were Vikings, and after seeing him enraged, I don’t doubt it.” Ragtow mounted the horse and waited for Jack to lift her up to him.
A frown marred her face. “He won’t hurt her, will he?”
Taking her from Jack, he settled her in front of him. “No more than we will hurt you,
“He’s in love with her and has been fighting to keep her from leaving since he found out the whole truth about her.” Jack mounted his own horse.
She mulled over the idea of a man would leave all he knew to be with the woman he loved. It was an amazing thought. Mikeal must really love her sister. She was still trying to absorb the shock when Jack and Ragtow turned their horses back towards the homestead. It was no different than her staying here in the future because she loved Jack and Ragtow. It suddenly occurred to her while they’d declared their love to her more than once, she’d never returned the words and she wasn’t about to declare her love to them on the back of a moving horse.
“Stop! Please stop for a minute?”
Immediately the men slowed the horses.
“What’s wrong,
“Let me down!” She struggled against the hold Ragtow had on her. As soon as she wriggled free and her feet touched the ground, the men dismounted.
“What is it?” Ragtow moved to her side.
Instead of answering them, she pulled them both close to her. “I love both of thee so much.” Standing on tiptoes, she pressed a kiss against Ragtow’s mouth. “I love thou, 287
Ragtow for making me smile at your antics.” She turned and tugged on Jack’s arm.
Instead of leaning down as she’d expected, he picked her up.
“Show off.” She couldn’t help but shake her head at Ragtow’s muttered words.
“Show off or not, I love thou, Pajackok. I’m depending on thou to be my helpmate as I adjust to this time.” She pressed a kiss on his curving lips.
“Looks like you got the short end of the stick, old man. You get to be the teacher while I get to play with her.”
Lifting her head, she looked over her shoulder and giggled. “And who said thou are the only one who gets to play, Ragtow?” She slipped out of Jack’s arms and started shedding her clothing. All humor was now gone and with intent and deepest desire in their eyes, her men reached for her.
Smiling as she opened her arms, Onatah sent a quick prayer thanking her sister for finding these two men before taking them into her arms and her soul.
THREESOME
A hot hand clapped me on the back and I turned as a young man shouldered his way through the crowd to join me beside the bar. He had large, dark eyes half-hidden by a fall of bleached hair and full lips that spread into an impossibly large, Mick Jagger-esque grin. Leaning close to my ear, he shouted, “Hey.” His warm breath smelled of whiskey-where it touched me, it curled the ends of my hair and flushed my cheek. With that grin stretched tight across his face, he asked, “Buy me a drink?”
Like he needed another. I pointed to my boyfriend Alan on my other side and raised my voice over the crowd to holler back, “Look, I’m with someone-”
The guy shook his head. I didn’t know if that meant he couldn’t hear me or didn’t care. “Come on, man,” he pleaded. He was attractive in a Middle Eastern sort of way, that light hair such a contrast to his shadowy skin, and if I hadn’t been with Alan for the past five years, I might have given in. Hell, if Alan wasn’t right there, I might’ve bought him a drink, let him lean on me a bit. I liked the heat of his hand and the way hia eyes glistened in the lights above the bar. “I’m flat broke,” he was saying. His hand dropped to my arm, then to my leg as he eased into the seat beside mine. His fingers brushed along the inside of my thigh and I moved away before he could cop a quick feel.
“Between jobs and just spent my last few bucks so what do you say? Another round, you buying?”
He flagged the bartender over but I shook my head. Next to me, Alan laughed at something someone else said, and I wanted to turn towards my lover, rest my chin on his shoulder, share in the joke. I wondered how rude it would be to simply turn my back on this guy, but his wide smile kept me riveted. I’ve always been one for a pretty mouth.
“Listen,” I told him, “I’m sorry, pal. I know how it is. But I’m strapped for cash myself.
He’s buying for me.” I nodded at Alan, hoping this guy would take the hint.
Instead he leaned closer, that hand on my leg sliding into lap. Lowering his voice, he stared at me with those big eyes of his and said, “How about I blow you in the bathroom for twenty? You got a twenty on you, right? A cheap dick licking, how’s that sound? I’m real good, I promise.”
Once his words sunk in, I laughed. “Dude, sorry,” I said again. “I got a boyfriend here who’ll do it for free. Why don’t you just call it quits?”
He leaned past me to get a look at Alan. I could see his thoughts working behind those eyes and suddenly he didn’t seem so drunk to me anymore. Maybe it was all an act, a way to approach guys so he could proposition them. Maybe he wasn’t even broke, he just liked to suck cock. Or this was some elaborate scheme to get me alone so he could rape or rob me … nowadays, who knew? I tried to scoot back from him but his hand fisted around the zipper of my jeans and I didn’t dare move. Another inch and he’d be palming my dick. His gaze flickered over Alan, calculating, then back to me. “I’ll do you both, fifteen apiece?”
I wanted to shake him off but just settled for a shake of my head. “No, really-”
“Together,” he added. “At the same time.” I looked at that wide smile again and imagined my cock between those lips, Alan’s crammed in beside it. Saliva slick on our erections, our swollen tips bumping together in the hot furnace of that mouth. He could take us both, no question. What would that be like? A double blowjob, Alan kissing me while someone else sucked us off. Different hands on my body after five monogamous years, a different mouth …
“Together?” I whispered. At his nod, I nudged Alan, my gaze never leaving those lips. “Hey babe, listen to this.”
“What’s up?” Alan wanted to know. He turned towards me, one arm straying protectively around my shoulders when he got a look at my new friend, then he noticed the hand in my lap and his voice hardened. “Who the hell is this?”
Good question. Before I could admit I didn’t know, the guy said, “Hey, I’m Julian.
Put it there.” He released my fly to extend his hand out for Alan, who glared at it but didn’t shake it. Julian played it off, signaling for the bartender instead. “What about that drink, eh? While you discuss it amongst
