Fantasyland 01 Wildest Dreams (32 page)

All the rumors were beyond correct. His
skills were varied, they were vigorous and the man had
stamina.

And it was worth it, yes, even worth the
risk of pregnancy. Not only because it was fan-freaking-tastic but
because it was with Frey.

And, by the by, right then, I wasn’t going
to go there. Not then. Not until later.

Probably much later. Definitely stupid
later.

But as I stared out the window unseeing at
Fyngaard I thought that my parents had taught me to throw caution
to the wind. Life was meant to be lived, every breath was a gift,
every risk was worth taking.

But I had a feeling they weren’t thinking of
something like this.

“Finnie,” I heard and, coming out of my
reverie, my body gave a small start and I turned to see Frey was
awake, he’d rolled toward me, his dark hair still on his forehead,
his massive chest on display, his green-brown eyes were sexy-drowsy
and he was up on a forearm in bed. “Come here,” he ordered.

My feet moved even before my mind made the
decision to go and this was no surprise. A man looked like that, he
was looking at you like Frey was right then looking at me and he
told you to come there, you went there.

I dropped Penelope in the chair as I went
and she instantly collapsed irately onto a haunch and started
licking her foot.

I didn’t pay attention. My attention was
elsewhere. When I got close, I watched Frey push up, twist and
reach out to me. He caught my hips and guided me into the bed. When
I climbed in on my knees, he pulled me to straddling him and
dropped to his back. Then his big hands went under his sweater and
up, gliding light and gentle over my hips then around to cup my
ass.

My lids lowered and I licked my lips.

“My wife likes my hands on her arse,” Frey
muttered, his fingertips stroking and I did, you bet I did, I liked
it a lot.

“Mm,” was all I could mumble.

Frey grinned and his hands moved up. “Come
here, love.”

I bent toward him and got close, resting my
arms on his chest as he pulled the sweater up with his hands then
they drifted lazily along the skin of my back.

“What takes you from our bed?” he asked
quietly.

“I ordered us some food,” I answered
quietly, staring into his somnolent green-brown eyes.

“This is good,” he muttered, his full lips
curved slightly and I liked that so much I lifted my hand and held
it against his face as my thumb moved out to touch his lower
lip.

I barely touched it before he rolled me to
my back then he shifted both of his arms so the backs of my knees
were hooked in the crooks of his elbows, my legs spread wide, his
hands in the bed. He loomed over me and I sucked in breath as my
eyes took in all the power and beauty of him between my legs as I
felt my exposed sex quiver.

His eyes held mine and kept hold as my
breath started coming faster and my legs tensed against his arms in
anticipation. Then his eyes dropped to look at me and I held my
breath in reaction to the beauty I saw as hunger consumed his face,
he shifted his hips and then he was inside me.

Oh God.

“
Frey,” I breathed, his head lifted and I
had the burn of his gaze as he moved slow, God, so slow and gentle,
unbelievably gentle and deep, so,
fucking
deep.

I tensed my legs and clenched my sex tight
around his cock and he growled low in his throat, his face growing
dark, then he rumbled, “And I like my wife’s caress.”

I lifted both hands to trail my fingers on
his chest. “Good,” I whispered then urged, “Faster, honey.”

He kept thrusting slow and sweet and
whispered back, “No, wee one.”

“Please.”

In then out, taking his sweet time then,
“No.”

He held my eyes and moved inside me as my
fingers drifted wherever they could reach across his massive chest
and tight abs and I did this awhile, his eyes locked with mine as
he slowly filled me then glided away and back and back and it
started building, unhurried, soft, then more and more until I
couldn’t take it. It felt so good, he looked so good, I needed more
and not having it was like torture. My fingers drifted down his
abs, separating to curl around his sides to hold on as he kept
driving slow, gentle and sweet.

God, he felt great. So freaking great.

“Please, Frey, faster,” I breathed, my legs
beginning to clutch his arms, my sex clenching around his cock.

“No, Finnie.”

Pleasure rolled leisurely through me,
burning a path so deep, my neck and back arched with it.

With effort, I righted myself, caught his
now hungrier eyes and whispered, “You’re killing me, baby.”

“No, I’m not, wee one,” he whispered back.
“Just feel me.”

“I feel you,” I promised and I did, oh yeah,
I did.

“Watch me take you,” he ordered quietly,
still going slow, deep, so, so sweet.

“I’m watching, Frey,” I breathed and I was
and it was spectacular.

His eyes moved from my face down my body to
our connection then slowly up again and by the time they made it
back to my face my back arched, my legs hooked tight around his
arms and my sex started spasming.

God, I was going to come. Just with this. I
was going to come.

Oh God, so close.

“You’re beautiful, Finnie, but by the gods
you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, spread
before me, wrapped in my wool and filled with me,” he murmured and
that was it, my hips jerked violently, my neck arched back and a
slow, low, sweet whimper escaped me as a slow, deep, unbelievably
sweet orgasm swept through me.

I hadn’t finished before he moved his arms,
unhooking my legs and he dropped to a forearm on one side of me,
his other arm wrapping around my back and he drove me down as he
drove up, finally faster, harder, shifting his hips back and forth
as he memorized every inch of the heart of me and he did this while
I watched in deep fascination, holding him tight to me with all
four limbs until his jaw clenched and a low, slow, sweet rumble
tore out of his chest as he poured into me.

I loved it, every second of it from start to
finish.

See? Totally screwed.

Again. Sex. Again. No birth control.

Okay, no. Again, fantastic sex. But, again.
No birth control!

He stayed inside me and took my mouth in a
kiss as slow, sweet, deep and wet as how he just made love to me
then he released my mouth but stayed close and slid his nose along
mine.

God, I’d missed that too.

Then his head moved back an inch, he caught
my eyes and his were languid but they were also serious.

Hmm. Taking in that look, I was thinking it
was uh-oh time.

“
I’m best pleased to have you back, my
Finnie,” he said gently. “
Best
pleased,” he repeated and my limbs got tighter then even
tighter when he whispered, “I missed you too, wee one.”

“Frey –” I whispered but he cut me off.

“But mark this, I’ll not tolerate you going
away again. It’s important you understand me. We are new, you and
I, you needed time to come to terms with all you had learned, time,
I will add, that I gave you and time that you took but I will tell
you that you took too much of it.” Hmm. I couldn’t say he was wrong
about that. Then he finished with, “But I won’t allow it again. Is
this understood?”

I stared up at him.

He said he’d not tolerate me going away
again.

He’d not tolerate me going away.

And, in about ten months, I was definitely
going to go away.

Shit, I had to tell him.

Shit. Somehow, someway, I had to figure out
how to explain what this was, who I was, where I was from and get
him to believe me. Then explain to him we could have all of this
and we could enjoy it, we had time, a lot of it.

But then that time would end and I would go
home.

I held his eyes as fear started to rise
inside me, panic, anxiety and something else, something far more
painful, something I refused, at that point when I was hanging onto
bliss, to understand.

Then I started, “Frey –”

“Don’t,” he growled harshly and I blinked at
his sudden fierce tone.

Then I had to so I whispered, “But you have
to know something about –”

“I know, Finnie.”

I blinked again as my heart skipped a
beat.

Frey kept talking. “I know how you’ve come
to me.”

I felt my lips part in shock, his eyes
dropped to them then they came back to mine, warm and sweet.

“
I know who you are, my love. I know how
you’ve come to me. I know you are
Finnie.
”

Oh. My.
God!

He knew I was Finnie!

“How –?”

“
That doesn’t matter, just know I know and
we don’t need to speak of it. We never need to speak of it. This is
the now and you have no choice but to live in the now. You never
have a choice but to live in the now. And this, my wee
Finnie,
this
is where we
will live. We will always live in our now.”

I felt my eyes start to fill with tears
(yes! again!) because he knew and he understood and it felt like a
weight had lifted from me. He knew about me, who I was and how I
came to him and he apparently understood the way it was between us
and that it would end and therefore we had to live in the now.

But even as that weight lifted and I started
to feel light, immediately something else started to drag me down
and I whispered, “Frey –”

He interrupted me by touching his mouth to
mine.

When he lifted his head, his eyes held mine
and he whispered, “You are not in the now, Finnie.”

I wasn’t. I was thinking about the future
and leaving him.

Shit.

“Come to the now, wee one,” he urged and I
nodded.

The now. That sounded like something Dad
would say. Live in the now.

And I would live in the now with Frey. And
I’d enjoy every second of it while I had it.

Then a knock came at the door.

I held his eyes.

Then, forcing myself into the now, I joked,
“The now, apparently, means food.”

He grinned. Then he said, “This is good
since I’m starved. My wife worked all my energy out of me.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” I
teased.

“I am not,” he stated with all seriousness
and the weight of those three words made me go still under him as
he continued, “It was beyond anything I could have wished it to be.
You are, my wee Finnie, beyond my wildest dreams.”

Oh my God. Did he just say that?

I stared at him and it hit me not only did
he just say that, he meant it.

Then my eyes flooded with tears and I
whispered, “Oh shit,” lifted my face and shoved it in his throat as
I burst into tears and I did this
loudly
.

Another knock came at the door.

Frey gently pulled out of me, rolled to his
back, settled me into his side, hauled up the covers and held me
close as he shouted, “Enter!” and I tensed but that didn’t keep me
from continuing to sob into his skin.

The door opened, I shoved closer to Frey and
held on tighter.

As did he.

Then I heard him order, “Leave it and us.
Quickly.”

I smelled food and heard clinking and
clunking then, shortly after that stopped, a door closed.

Frey held me tightly long after the door
closed and I kept sobbing not realizing how badly I needed to do it
but I’d apparently bottled a lot in because there was a lot coming
out and in the safety of his strong arms, I let it go.

Once the sobs started to subside, one of
Frey’s hands moved under his sweater and up to stroke the skin of
my back as I snuffled and lifted a hand to wipe my face.

“All right, wee one?” he asked softly.

“Mm hmm,” I mumbled, nodding my head,
resting my cheek on his shoulder and wrapping my arm around him
again.

Frey kept stroking my back.

It felt really nice.

And it was then I thought of when we were
riding to Fyngaard and Frey telling me about the villages, their
names and their gods and what the rivers and forests were
called.

He knew then. He knew.

It all came to me in a rush, his gentle
explanations, his patience, those weird times when I’d watch him
come to some understanding, times that were now not so weird.

He
knew
.
And he’d known for awhile.

“When did you know?” I whispered to his
chest.

“Finnie –”

I gave him a squeeze and repeated, “Tell me,
when did you know?”

Frey was quiet a second. Then he sighed.

Then he said, “In my gut, when you kissed me
back when I kissed you in the Dwelling of the Gods after we were
wed. And every second I spent with you after I returned to the
cabin, I knew you were not who you appeared to be. You are not a
thing like her yet you look exactly the same. I knew something was
not right with you. The elves verified it and shared with me that
you are not of this world.”

I pulled in a quiet breath.

“Their message,” I guessed.

“Yes,” Frey confirmed.

I nodded and thought that was kind of cool
that they knew. And hopefully, the next time Frey spoke to them, he
would take me with him and I could ask them how they knew.

Then I got back to the now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked
softly.

His hand stilled at my back for a second
then started stroking again when he answered, “Partly, it was
because there was much you were taking in and I was concerned about
you. But I will admit, my wee one, mostly it was because I enjoyed
your response to my world, your blunders, your cover ups. They
amused me.” I lifted my head and he looked right in my eyes.
“
Greatly
.” He
stressed then grinned before he said, “It was very
endearing.”