Preview "Immortal Love" B.A. Knight
That next morning was almost like I had never left Balta. I was up with the sun gathering firewood and cooking breakfast. I haven’t cooked since I left; I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it. Duncan walked out of my room and kissed my forehead, joining me at the table.
“I guess I should go back to England.”
“Lillian, last night was the first time you have slept peacefully in months. Give yourself one more day of that then we will head back.”
I didn’t know what to say, I should get back but…“Okay.”
“What? You’re not going to debate it with me?”
I snickered. “No, you’re right I could use one more night of rest before I go back to a world of chaos.”
He stood up. “Good, glad you are listening for once." He kissed me. "I’m going to walk over and check on things at my place, I will be back shortly.”
While Duncan was gone I decided to clean up the place. You wouldn’t believe how dusty it gets when no one was here taking care of it. I went to my room to change. Grabbing the first thing I saw was Duncan’s shirt, just a plain black T-shirt. You might be asking yourself what’s so special about a plain black T-shirt. Well ladies if you seen the way this plain black T-shirt hugs close to Duncan’s wonderful, lovely, muscular, chest you too would love this shirt. I picked it up, lifted it to my nose and took a deep breath. His smell is so intoxicating my body shivered with excitement. I pulled his shirt over my head; it fit me like a mini dress. “This will do.”
I walked in Lyle’s room and like always he had clothes piled high. I picked them up and scanned the other rooms for things that needed washed. I headed for the backyard. As I scrubbed the clothes I realized something else, I hate doing laundry by hand. I would rather throw them out to sea!
As the wind blew, the scent of Duncan filled the air around me. Memories of the nights we spent tangled around one another’s naked bodies danced in my head. I felt my body come to life thinking of his touch and the way his body felt lying on top of mine. “Okay, maybe wearing his shirt wasn’t the best idea.”
I hung the last article of clothing on the line when the chopping of wood echoed across the island. I walked around the side of the cottage and there was Duncan chopping wood in nothing but his blue jeans with his long brown hair pulled back and his back glistening in the sun. As he raised the axe above his head, I watched every muscle in his arms and back ripple with such power and beauty. I leaned against the cottage.
“Get a hold of yourself, Lillian, it’s not the first time you have seen Duncan chop wood.” I peeked back around the corner. “I never thought someone chopping wood could look so damn good.”
About that time Duncan busted me watching him. He knows me well enough to know it’s the simple everyday acts that gets me worked up. He lowered the axe gently to the ground and walked toward me. I was so blown away by the way he looked as he glided across the lawn, I couldn’t move. He stopped short of my nose going into his chest. He placed his hand on my waist and seductively brought his fingers together and pinched at the shirt. I swallowed hard and he bent down to my ear. “I wondered where I put this.”
Feeling nervous and shy, which is totally ridiculous, I mean come on it’s Duncan; why should I be so nervous, I said, “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind I wanted to wash the clothes I had on and—”
“Why are you so nervous?”
Right! I’m asking myself the same damn question! I spun around behind him. “Me nervous...I’m not nervous, I just...I was about to…I think I’m going to go for a run.”
“I’ll join you.”
“Really you don’t have to, I’ll be...”
He grabbed my hand and took off running. Not letting go of my hand, he led me to the cliff.
He stopped so suddenly, I ran smack dab into his back. My sexual frustration was growing stronger; I walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the roaring sea.
“Lillian, not so close to the edge, be careful, if something would happen to you I…”
I smiled to myself, does he forget that we can fly? I turned around and looked at him and took half a step back. “This too close?”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. “Not funny!”
He ran his fingers down my back. My heart started to pound as I leaned in to kiss him. I looked over at the boulder, memories of Alec saving my life when I fell off flooded into me. I stepped back from Duncan. “I...”
I turned and jumped off the cliff, took flight and headed back to the cottage. What the hell is wrong with me? Alec’s presence haunted me everywhere I turned. He was gone, I did everything I could to find him, Marsha and the masked man were telling the truth when they said he was dead. Right?
* * * *
As night fell across the island, I went for a walk in the woods. More memories of my life on Balta hit me. I used to run through these woods at night, climb in Duncan’s window so we could be together and pray to the gods my brothers didn’t catch me. I started to chuckle to myself as I stumbled upon Duncan’s cottage. He was outside stacking wood. I stood in the shadows watching him as the moonlight played off his loveliness. As I watched him hard at work a vision flashed before me.
I walked out of the cottage and up to Duncan. “Love, it’s getting late, why are you still out here working when I’m in there laying all alone in our bed?” I gave him my pouty face.
He smiled at me. “Now why did you have to go and give me that look for? I just wanted to get this wood ready. I know how you love getting up with the sun and start your day with a nice fire going.”
I kissed him as he carried me back inside.
I shook my head. “Great, more confusing visions.” I’m sure it’s nothing, maybe that was what my life would have been like if I never left Balta in the first place.
“Gods, Lillian, now you’re a stalker? Just go fuck him already!”
“Lyle, get the hell out of my head!”
“I’m just sayin’.”
I really hate this bond he and I have at times! But he is right, I look like a stalker. I went to walk back home when I stepped on a twig. “Shit, so much for being silent.”
“Lillian, what are you doing over there?”
Great, lust oozing out of my pores, I’m sexually frustrated and the gods had to go and bless this man with…well everything great! As I walked toward him, I looked up to the heavens. “Gods why do you love torturing me?”
“What brings you over this way so late?”
“Why are you stacking wood so late?”
He just looked at me with frustration. Trust me I know how he feels! He took off his shirt and threw it over on the wood pile then poured a kettle of water down over his chest. I watched the water trail down the curves of his muscles and drip slowly to the ground. I leaned against the cottage as weakness kicked my ass. I know stacking wood can make one hot but damn, really! He walked over to me and ran his finger down my cheek. I swallowed hard as he pressed his wet body into me. Feeling his hard cock against my inner thigh made my lips part, my voice low I whispered, “Your shirt…”
He pressed into me harder. “What about my shirt?”
My heart racing I just stared at him for a moment. “Umm, your shirt…I brought you your shirt.”
He ran his hand down my side. “This shirt?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded.
He slowly raised my arms over my head. “Let me help you with that.”
As he gently pulled the shirt up over my breast, his fingers grazed my hard nipples. My heart racing and breathing heavily, he stopped the shirt at my wrist, which was still over my head. He gave it a quick jerk, slamming me into his rock hard body. Holding the shirt tight around my wrist, he looked at me with nothing but pure burning lust. Duncan wasn’t the only one dripping wet; I broke free from his grip, grabbed the back of his head and firmly planted my lips on his.
Kissing and gasping for air, I struggled with the button on his pants. Getting discouraged I pushed him off of me, turned him around and pushed him into the cottage wall. Jerking his pants down, I took his massive cock into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head, hearing his groans as my moist mouth worked back and forth made my body ache to have him inside me.
Just as his moans grew louder, he pulled me up kissing me hard and fast. He slammed me into the wall. He took my nipple into his mouth as he shoved his fingers deep inside of me. As my wetness spilled onto his hand, he kissed vigorously down my stomach.
I threw one leg over his shoulder as I shoved his face into my wet pussy. Sucking and teasing my clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of me sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout my body. He picked me up; kissing me roughly, he walked to the door and kicked it open. Tossing me down on the bed, he buried his face between my legs lapping up all my body had to offer. I gripped the bed, my back arched as my body expelled all over his face. I pulled him up and pushed him back on the bed. Without haste I forced every inch of his cock deep inside of me.
Our moans echoed through the cottage. His hands on my hips driving me up and down made my body quiver as my wetness spilled down over his hard cock. My body tired and weak, he flipped me on my back and placed his hand around my neck just firmly enough to make me gasp for air. Kissing me, he pounded in and out of me with such force the pleasure and pain was almost too much to bear. In one swift motion, he flipped me over onto my knees, pushing all of his weight on my back while he pounded in and out of me. I cried out in ecstasy as he sank his fangs deep in my shoulder as he pumped every drop of him into me.
That night Duncan held me tight in his arms like he was afraid I would disappear. To tell you the truth that’s what I wanted to do. All night I thought of Alec, how much I missed him and how I wished it was Alec’s arms holding me so tight. Sometimes I wish I never meet Alec, wished I never felt this kind of love for someone, hell wish I never felt the kind of love Alec had for me. You can’t miss something you never knew of. Whoever said it is better to love and lost than never love at all is a blooming idiot and needs a swift kick in the head! I never wanted to feel this kind of pain and emptiness ever again.
And for me I get to live forever with this gaping hole in my heart, a hole Duncan wants so desperately to fill. He wants to take my pain away and I don’t know if that’s even possible. I care for him deeply, but no matter how wonderful of a man he may be he will never have my heart one hundred percent. As I felt sadness set in Duncan squeezed me tighter and whispered, “It's okay, lassie, I’ve got you.”
His words bring tears to my eyes because he knows I’m in love with Alec and now that he is gone, moving on without him is going to rip me to pieces. But Duncan stays right here by my side patiently, watching my heartbreak over another man, yet he continues to love me unconditionally.
I just started to fall asleep when the sun came up. Duncan, unaware I wasn’t asleep, got up out of bed with ease so he wouldn’t wake me. I felt him push the hair out of my face and kiss me on the forehead.
“Lassie, I wish you knew how much I love you.”
He went outside for firewood. I rolled over fighting back my tears. It’s hard to hide the fact you have been crying when your tears are blood. I got up out of bed and went to get dressed then I realized I came over here in Duncan’s shirt.
“I was hoping to have a fire started before you woke up,” Duncan said as he walked in the door.
“You know me, early riser.”
He smiled wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly. “Here you might need these.” He handed me my clothes. “I ran down to your cottage and grabbed them for you.”
“I was kinda fond of your black T-shirt.” I gave him a little tap on his butt. “I have to go back today. I need to talk with Rose and Nic. I’m going to try to talk them into coming back to Balta with me. Mr. Barlow is the only one that knows of this place. It’s the safest place for Rose and Nic to raise their babies.”
“It would be strange seeing little ones running around on this island. I used to think about children, the thought of a bunch of little Lillians—anyways after a hundred and some years I gave up that idea.”
I smiled brightly at him. “Mr. Barlow said it is rare, not impossible. You would make a great papa.”
“You think so?” He wrapped his arms around me. “Lillian, you are just way too damn sexy.”
I smiled at him. “You think so?”
He pulled me closer into him. “No, babe. I know so.”
Confused, I pulled away from him. “What? What did you say?”
“Lillian, what is it?”
I shook my head. “I…never mind. I guess we should leave and get this dreadful day over with.”
“Lillian, before we go, can we walk up to where the old town used to be? I want to show you something.”
Truthfully, I was really in no hurry to get back to England so I took him by the hand. “Sure, I would love to.”
As we walked up the old dirt road leading to the ghost town we used to call home before all the elders passed away, Duncan and I reminisced about when we were little and how I always followed him and Haldan around.
“You have no idea how irritating it was being thirteen years old and having my best friend’s baby sister tagging along everywhere we went. Every time Haldan and I wanted to sneak around with girls on the island, here you would come running and jumping up in Haldan’s arms telling whoever we were with to stay away from your big brother; you were a demanding little girl. I guess some things never change.”
I nudged him with my elbow. “Hey, I’m not demanding.”
I jumped up on his back and wiggled my way up on his shoulders. “Now carry me the rest of the way.”
Duncan started to laugh. “No, you’re not demanding at all! Then we grew up. I tried to keep my distance from you, but you just kept coming around flashing that beautiful smile of yours at me.”
“Hey, I was going to leave you be, but I would catch you looking at me, then you would say things in that sexy voice of yours that would drive me crazy. Besides, look at the body the gods blessed you with! Then one night I just decided to climb in your window. One of two things was going to happen. You would either tell me to leave or I would get what I wanted.”
"And you do tend to get what you want."
He grinned ear to ear and his eyes lit up as a memory popped in his head. "You know, that night I was sitting on the edge of my bed I saw your lovely hands grab the edge of the window, you pulled yourself up and stepped in, your dress slid to the floor. I was mesmerized by the way you walked across the room. I was speechless. I knew then I was in trouble because the moment I set eyes on you I felt Heaven and Earth move. I have been in love with you ever since."
I swallowed hard to fight back tears, his words moved me. I kissed the top of his head. “And from that night on I couldn’t get enough of you.”
“Lillian, do you remember that night you met me up here in the meadow so we could be together? You said someday you were going to come back up and build you the biggest cottage on Balta with a porch that wrapped around the whole place.”
I bent down and placed my head on top of his. “I remember. I can’t believe you—”
He pointed out into the meadow. I jumped down off his shoulders and grabbed his hand. “Duncan! It’s beautiful, just like I imagined it. How did you—when did you—”
“When you left this is how I kept myself sane. I told myself when I was able to figure a way off the island I would come find you and bring you home. That was before I knew about your feelings for—”
I place my lips on his. “It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“I wasn’t going to show you, but when you said you would have Rose and Nic come back here with you I thought it would be plenty big enough for the three of you and the babies. It’s not finished yet but we can get it done in time before the little ones arrive.”
“Duncan, I don’t know what to say…Thank you.”
I threw my arms around his neck. “You are something else, love.”
I took a step back turned and looked at the house. I took a deep breath to calm myself. I couldn’t believe I just called him that. Why did I call him that? I have never said that to anyone but Alec.
“Lillian, you okay?”
I turned back to him, and took his hand. “Let’s go, the faster we get to England the sooner we can get back here.”
My hand in his, we took off for England.