Highlander's True Love: A Cree & Dawn Short Story Read Online Free PDF Page A

the fact that when Tallis spoke of Cree, she sounded as if she loved him and always would? And try as she might Dawn could not help but feel angry at the thought.
    The woman had no right loving Cree. He belonged to Dawn and no one else. And though the woman claimed she meant only for her son to know his father, was she hoping for more from Cree?
    Dawn tried to shake her concerns and doubts away, but they were stubborn and stuck to her like the persistent fleas that plagued the animals.
    “How many times must I remind you not to wonder off on your own?”
    Dawn stopped and took in her surroundings before turning to face her husband. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she had not realized that she had taken a worn path, leading down the side of the summit. Through the trees, a few feet ahead, she spied the sandy shore.
    She turned, forcing a smile, and held her hand out to her husband and turned her head to the shore.
    “A brief look and we return,” he ordered. “There is work to attend to.” Keeping a firm grip on her hand, he led her down the remainder of the path and onto the sandy shoreline.
    This time Dawn’s smile came easily. She could imagine bringing the twins here to dig in the sand. Swimming was another matter for it was well known that the water’s temp did not vary much between winter and summer, and only the hardy, or perhaps foolhardy, dared to tempt it.
    The shore, however, would provide a good place for picnics, games, drawing in the sand, fishing, and so much more. Her smile grew as she pictured at least six or more children playing together, laughing, having fun, she and Cree joining in with them.
    Her smile faded as she imagined a lad standing off in the distance, removed from the fun and she felt a grip to her heart. She knew the lad was Adian.
    Cree knew by her knitted brow that something concerned her and it was not difficult to know what it was. “I told you I would see to this matter. You are not to worry.”
    Though Cree spoke as if angry, she knew her husband well enough to know it was more out of concern than annoyance. But he needed to understand that she needed to talk with him about it.
    She laid a hand to his chest and then to hers, letting him know that she loved him and before he could respond, she continued gesturing.
    “I know you want to discuss the situation, but I do not. I will see it done and that is all you need to know.”
    Dawn shook her head, letting him know that would not do.
    “I will not argue this with you, Dawn.”
    She gestured again, telling him that she would not argue either, but she would have her way.
    “Will you now?” he said as if challenging her.
    Dawn stamped her foot and tossed her chin up.
    His eyes narrowed and in the next instant his arm went around her waist and he yanked her hard against him, his face an inch from hers. “It will be as I say.”
    Dawn was not surprised that passion shot through her, hardening her nipples, fluttering her stomach, and causing her to turn wet with the want of him. It had been too long since she last had him inside her and she ached to feel the strength of him pounding into her relentlessly and bringing her endless pleasure, not to mention earth shattering climaxes. She simply could not get enough of her husband.
    Did Tallis feel the same?
    The thought angered her and made her want to show Cree that he belonged to her and her alone. She reached down and slipped her hand beneath his plaid and grabbed hold of him, smiling when she found him rock-hard.
    Cree gave a low growl, then scooped her up and walked to a secluded spot and went down with her on the warm sand, his mouth devouring hers with a kiss.
    The hungry kiss fired their passion and their hands roamed eagerly over each other.
    After a few moments, Cree tore his mouth away from hers reluctantly. “Fast and hard it will be, for we have no time to linger.”
    Dawn nodded vigorously. Fast, hard, slow, easy, she did not care as long as he buried himself