The Craftsman (16 page)
Authors: Georgia Fox
Raedwulf of Wexford had just kidnapped her like a barbarian, carrying her off—half-undressed—on his horse. Henry would never have done that either.
She struggled, gathering her words, forcing herself to keep her eyes open and let him explore. “Good.” But it was terrible. This was exactly what she never wanted to happen to her again after loving Henry and having her heart torn apart when he died.
He waited, a shy little smile tugging on his lips.
There was nothing else for it. She was lost.
“Because I love you.” At last she managed to say it aloud.
He swallowed; his smile grew bolder, even a little cocky. “How long have you loved me then?”
“From the moment I saw your splendid craftsman’s tool, of course.”
He looked as if he didn’t know whether she meant it.
“Are all Saxon’s built like you?” she asked, fluttering her lashes.
He pursed his lips.
“I wouldn’t want to think I might be missing something,” she added.
“Oh you won’t be.”
And then Emma laughed, her head back, the sun beaming on her face.
Slowly he joined in, holding her tighter against his body so that she already felt the subject of their discussion rising up to greet her.
She stroked him through his breeches and then began untying the leather laces.
“What are you doing to me now, hussy?” he muttered.
She hitched her shift up over her thighs and moved carefully around to straddle his lap. “I want to ride you all the way home.” She clung to his shoulders. “I want to feel you in me.”
He needed no further encouragement, but shifted in the saddle, pushing his erect cock up into her moist haven. She lowered her body all the way until he was sheathed fully within her and then she laid her head to his shoulder. The horse trotted onward and with every bump, Wulf’s shaft thrust hard up into her pussy, making her gasp with delight. Oh yes, this riding she liked.
His breathing deepened as he fought to control himself. She felt his thick manhood filling her, possessing her, throbbing deep within her body. Her conqueror held the reins now with one hand, the other cupped around her bare buttocks, under her shift, his rough leather riding glove warm on her skin.
Needless to say, they rode the long way home.
* * * *
As they crested the peak of a hill and he brought his horse to a halt beneath the rustling branches of an ancient oak, Wulf looked into the distance and saw Thierry riding away with a small group of soldiers, off on his mysterious mission for the king. He rode at speed and into the breeze, his knight’s pennant fluttering overhead.
Wherever the man went, Wulf hoped he met with good fortune. Although he was a Norman, it was impossible to wish him any ill-will. Thierry Bonnenfant had an effortless charm, a pleasant-natured sort of carelessness that made him at home wherever he went. It would also take him into any danger without fear or second thought. An incautious fool, whose handsome face and fine physique had probably won him more lives than a cat.
The Norman got away with a great deal. But it wouldn’t be like that forever. He could be nearing his ninth life by now.
Sooner or later, every man met his match.
The End
Other Books by Georgia Fox:
The Ever Knight
The Virgin Proxy
Evernight Publishing
