Savage Tempest

She saw his eyes take on a strange sort of deep darkness as she continued to move her hand on him. His own hand now fell aside to give her full access to his heat.

She could hear his breathing becoming faster, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

“You are making love to me now as I just made love to you,” he said huskily. Then he stiffened his legs as he felt the pleasure building within him, a pleasure that she was creating by the skill of her hands, even though she was new at this.

“Am I doing everything right?” Joylynn whispered, not stopping her strokes.

When he opened his eyes, and she saw how drugged they seemed to be, when he smiled and nodded, she knew that he was feeling the same pleasure he had given her.

He closed his eyes again, but this time thrusting his hips. His moans and groans told Joylynn just how much pleasure she was giving him.

She gasped when she saw his body quiver and quake, and something smooth and milky white came from his manhood, spilling endlessly, it seemed, into the palm of her hand.

And then his body subsided into a strange stillness, and Joylynn watched what had been such a large size slowly shrink in her hands.

Hearing her silence, and knowing that she would be filled with questions, he opened his eyes and reached for his manhood, sliding it away from her hand.

Before saying anything, he reached for a soft doeskin cloth and wiped her hand free of his sperm, then tossed it aside, sat up and drew her into his embrace.

“We will make love again in this way, but the most pleasure comes from our bodies being joined,” he said softly. But before he could say or do anything else, a voice spoke from beyond the closed entrance flap. It was Three Bears requesting admittance.

“Three Bears and the others have returned from their last search for Andrew,” High Hawk said.

He quickly dressed, as did Joylynn. Then they went to the entrance flap.

Outside, Three Bears’s face told it all. There was no smile, only annoyance.

“Again we found no sign of Andrew,” Three Bears said tightly. “He is probably even now sitting among people of his own kind, warm, comfortably full with white man’s food, and already planning to come with the soldiers up to our new home in the mountain.”

“I now believe that is so, too,” High Hawk said glumly. “But I had to make this one last search for him. Since you saw no signs of my steed, nor the rifle I lent the young brave, which you would have found if he had been killed by a cougar or bear, I now believe that he has returned to his own world. I only hope that he is not laughing about the foolishness of this Pawnee chief.”

“Please don’t think that,” Joylynn said, gently taking one of his hands in hers. “You encouraged him to go and hunt for a horse out of the goodness of your heart. No one with such a good heart should be faulted for it.”

High Hawk smiled softly at her, always amazed at her ability to take away the feelings that he knew were harmful to him.

Three Bears gazed skyward, and then looked again into his chief’s eyes. “We came home when we saw the thickening clouds,” he said. “I sense they will bring much snow.”

“Ho, much snow,” High Hawk said, nodding. He clasped his hand on his warrior’s broad shoulder, where a thick bear robe lay. “Thank you for searching this one last time. Go and thank the other warriors for me. Also tell them there will be no more searches for the young man who broke the heart of one of our maidens and the trust of their chief.”

Joylynn looked past Three Bears and saw Rose standing just outside her lod

ge, tears streaming from her eyes. Rose, too, knew that this was the last time anyone would search for the young man who had betrayed not only her chief and blessed shaman, but also . . . her love.

Joylynn wanted to go and embrace her and say things that might make what Andrew had done to her more bearable, but she knew that Rose had a mother who would do this for her. Even now the older woman stepped from the lodge and embraced Rose.

Three Bears nodded, then turned and went back to the others in the search party. High Hawk and Joylynn watched him spread the word of their chief’s wishes; then the two of them went back inside their lodge.

Silently Joylynn sat down beside the fire and began cutting up vegetables that she had taken from the cache pit she shared with Blanket Woman. She now knew the art of preparing all the foods that her husband enjoyed eating. She was also cooking for Blanket Woman today, who was not feeling well.

Although there had been many strained moments between them in the past, Joylynn hoped that Blanket Woman did not have an ailment that would take her from this world.

“I will go and check on Ina,” High Hawk said, throwing a heavy blanket around his shoulders.

“Tell her that I am preparing food she will enjoy, for it is food she taught me how to cook,” Joylynn said, smiling at High Hawk as he stopped and looked back at her.

She felt so blessed that he had grown to trust her before he allowed himself to love her.

There was complete trust between the two of them, and she could hardly wait to hold their baby in her arms, then offer it to him.