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dipped inside of me, only to withdraw again. This
continued for several strokes while the excitement built inside me. My head
thrashed from side to side. Oh, hurry! Hurry! I silently screamed. He
appeared well-versed in the art of sexual pleasure. Next, I felt the tip of his
cock push into my ass. Though I’d planned ahead and lubed myself up before
jumping, he was still going to be a tight fit. I bit my lip to keep from crying
out. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he had this scenario planned out well
in advance, prior to my arrival. Perhaps he’d been on his way to the saloon,
and then on to a house of ill repute? Whatever the reason for his obvious skill
and ardor, I was up for it.
    “Hard, Danny. Hard,” I yelled, not caring if I shocked him.
The cowboy complied, thrusting into me with wild abandon. A tidal wave was
building inside me, aching to crash against the shore. “Yes!” I screamed
minutes later, coming better than ever before.
    Danny pulled out and came all over my ass, yelling,
“Yee-haw.” I gave him a moment to collect himself then I wiggled away and got
to my feet. He lay down and stared up at me with a contented smile while I
arranged my dress.
    “I don’t even know your name,” he drawled.
    “It’s Marley,” I said. “Sorry, I have to go.” Before he
could get to his feet, I sprinted off around the side of the rocky hill. I
vanished in the nick of time.
    When I landed back in my room, I watched Danny for a moment
in the viewer window. He had been amazing. I was almost tempted to go back in
right now and have another go at him.
    I sighed in frustration and turned off the Pocket Jumper.
No, it was too much of a risk. Not only with being caught, but with my softening
heart. I felt myself being inadvertently drawn to both Danny and Taranis, more
so than I’d like to admit. It wouldn’t do for me to get too attached to a man
from the past.
    The hot shower washed away the dirt and dust from my body. I
thought about Danny as I toweled off. The similarities between him and Taranis
were so amazing. If I didn’t know better, I would swear they were the same man.
    I went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed to brush the
tangles out of my hair. I reached for my list and crossed off Cowboy.
    My next target was Caveman. Wow, I must have been drunk when
I thought that one up. After that I’d written down Pirate. Maybe I could skip
over Caveman? However, as I leaned back onto my bed and thought about a
primitive, lusty man, with no inhibitions, all rugged and hairy, I got turned
on.
    I wouldn’t need a costume for that one. If I arrived naked
and raring to go, he probably wouldn’t club me and drag me off into a cave to
take me roughly.
    Then again, I mused, cupping my breasts and pinching my
hardening nipples.
    Maybe he would?

Chapter Six
     
    The next afternoon I stood primed, naked and ready to step
through the portal. I was locked on to location—10,000 B.C. I didn’t want to
venture farther back than that for fear I’d encounter an ice age. Since I was
going naked, that could pose a problem.
    The place I settled on seemed perfect. A nice, warm
eighty-five degrees. I’d locked in a time, scanned the surroundings and found a
wooded area with a big cave. It appeared that a lone man—perhaps an outcast—lived
there. I’d zoomed in on him and found him quite attractive in a primal sort of
way.
    I watched him stroll into his cave and then I stepped into
the portal. My feet touched down on the rough ground and I had to tenderly make
my way forward. I cursed my sensitive feet, knowing this slow going was costing
me precious moments.
    “Hello,” I called out once I got into view of the cave. I
didn’t want to startle the guy and wind up with a spear in my belly. I called
out once more and seconds later a blond head peeked out of the cave.
    I waved. “Hope you’re horny,” I said under my breath as I
sashayed forward. In case he had any doubts about my intentions, I cupped my
breasts,