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“Nay!” Reaching down between their bodies, her own fingers found her clit and pressed. The pleasure that had been hovering just out of reach was suddenly upon her.

She screamed and jerked as it swept over her like a tidal wave. She was barely aware of the hoarse curses coming from the men as their control shattered. She screamed again as the pleasure returned even deeper than before as Jack thrust up from under 284

her and Ragtow buried himself as deep as he could go. The warmth filled her as both men released deep inside her body. Sagging on Jack’s damp chest, she closed her eyes and savored the closeness of having both men pressed against her willing sated flesh.

The Night of the Waning Moon

Onatah stood on the edge of the water and stared. The last three days spent in the arms of her lovers had been more than she’d ever hoped for. She’d never thought to mate with any man let alone two. Now she was faced with a decision. Would she stay in the future with her lovers or would they go back with her? She knew there was no option of leaving them there in the future and going back alone. Every time she’d brought up the subject of returning alone, both men had loved her until she couldn’t think straight, all thoughts about leaving them lost in the heat of passion.

“It’s your choice, ma tranqilite.” Jack’s arms wrapped around her from behind. “I love you, Onatah and so does Ragtow. Whichever you choose, where ever you go, we will follow.”

Tears fell from her eyes as she saw a shimmer on the water. At the edges of it, she saw her mother standing alone. It was so tempting to go to her. The loneliness on her mother’s face was heart breaking. Her mates would protect both her mother and her from any danger in the past. She moved to go forward when her sister’s voice rang out.

“No!”

Looking up in surprise, Onatah stared at her sister.

“Orenda?”

Orenda stopped and a sad smile crossed her face. “Your place is here, sister.

Stay with your mates and fulfill your destiny. My time here is done, it’s time for me to return home.” She turned slowly and entered the water.

Orenda Littlefire, where the hell do you think you’re going?” An angry man’s voice echoed over the water.

Looking over her shoulder at the man, Orenda laughed. “Home, you egotistical man. You’ll never have me again.”

“Like hell.” Out of the darkness a tall man with flowing blond hair charged after Orenda. With a squeal Orenda dove for the portal. The man followed her, obviously enthralled as much as he was enraged.

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, ma tranqilite. She knew she’d be returning home after you found us. She was your link here to the future.”

“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, ma puissance.

“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, ma tranqilite?” The concern on his face was evident.

“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

By J.M. Snyder

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.