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It was dark along the cobblestone street save for the flicker of lanterns outside the meeting house as Thomas stepped outside away from the discussion of the certain battles which would be fought in this new land. The British just would not let things go, leaving the new settlers to go about their own business away from the tyranny of the King. But they would be prepared to fight to the death so as to break the ties with the old country.
He had received her note, discreetly slipped to him by one of the wenches serving them food and drink inside the stone building where they were meeting. She knew he would be there because most of the more prominent men gathered each Saturday night. Including her husband. The jowly fat excuse for a man spent more time flapping his jaws and Thomas doubted when the time came, the fat bastard would do much more than hide from the British soldiers.
The beautiful and seductive Margaret was too good for George Montgomery. At least twenty-five years younger than her husband with peaches and cream skin and deep green eyes, her auburn hair generally piled high upon her head except for the few times he had been able to see it spread out and tumbling about her naked shoulders. He thought of the way her Irish lilt murmured his name and felt his manhood respond beneath his breaches.
His own wife was a prude. A shrew. Bound to her by the agreement he had made with her father before they left Salem. There had been several uprisings by the natives and her father feared for her safety. In the beginning, when they were courting the proper way, she had been lively and more flirtatious than her father’s Puritan ways permitted. Back then, he had been fond of her. Even liked her. But since coming to Virginia after their swift marriage, she had changed.
Thomas had to admit, the night he had taken her virginity had not been pleasant for her and she spent the next few days crying in their bed chamber. However, the second time was no better and she just lay beneath him like a corpse while he satisfied himself. Then a few months later she began to become ill every time she ate, and a neighbor woman pronounced she was with child. The child came early and did not survive. Sarah became a shell of the woman she had been back in Salem and if not for his agreement with her father, he would have sent her home to be with her family.
The night still was broken by a low whistle. It was her. Margaret who preferred he call her Maggie. He listened for the sound again and turned toward it when it came. Thomas caught glimpse of movement in the shadows between two buildings across from where he stood. Heard the whistle again and saw the shimmer of light upon her green brocade skirts. Skirts which hid the slender legs and miniscule waist and the place of sweetness where he was going to bury himself as soon as they slipped away to someplace private where they wouldn’t be seen.
He glanced back at the meeting house to make sure nobody had followed him outside. Not a soul stood in the shadows of the flickering lights and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thomas stepped cautiously to avoid any horse dung which might be left in the street and made his way toward the space between the two buildings across from him. Where Maggie waited with her sweet secret tucked between her legs.
When he reached her, he pulled her to him roughly for a lingering kiss which would let her know what was to come. Her lips tasted subtly of something sweet and fruity. Apples and cinnamon. Her skin smelled like the heady fragrance of the roses which grew in the garden behind his home during the hot summer months. Her body was warm and lithe as she wound herself around him as much as her layers of skirts would allow.
Disengaging from her embrace, he took her arm and tugged her farther from the street. “Come along, we don’t want to chance one of the men coming outside for a breath of air and happen across us.”
“Aye. That would be a problem now, wouldn’t it?” She laughed and it was musical, not like the immature giggles of other women he had known. “How much time do we have together? I’ve been waiting here for quite a bit now. Surely, the men are not going to be meeting all night?”
He wished he could just take her to an inn and spend an entire night ravishing her body. But there were too many eyes around town, and they would be found out for sure. Then he would likely be challenged to a duel by her fat bastard of a husband and they would both be banished from town once he shot him square between the eyes. There was too much for both them to lose.
“We might have but an hour at the most, but not more. They were starting to wrap things up when I got your note and I had to wait long enough to be discreet before I slipped away.” He continued to tug her along with him deeper into the darkness between the buildings. He lifted a finger to his lips. “Let me cross over there then you wait a moment before joining me.” Thomas motioned toward the space between a livery stable and a house that was currently empty as the owners had packed up a month before to sail back to England.
She nodded and reached out to touch the front of his breaches. “I’ve been waiting for tonight a long time.”
Thomas chuckled, it had only been a few days since he had found her gathering wildflowers in the meadow outside of town and taken her there in the high grass beneath the bright spring sunlight. A risky proposition it had been too, as at any time a group of riders could have come through on their way into or out of Alexandria which was the center of most of the trade in Virginia. “How quickly you forget our rendezvous in the meadow. ‘Twas just the other day.”
Maggie sighed. “Thomas, don’t you know by now I just cannot get enough of you?”
He fingered her breasts through her gown and brushed her lips. “I’m going now. You wait for a moment, then come join me and have me you shall.” He didn’t miss the shiver of excitement which rippled through her at his touch.
Despite her spunk, she followed his instructions trusting him to keep their secret trysts away from detection. He leaned against the stone wall of the house and waited in the shadows for her to make her way to him. Her voluminous skirts rustled as she slipped her way quietly to his side. In his mind, he was already undressing her. Peeling away those skirts and slipping her pantaloons down her slender legs to reveal the sweet mound of flesh between them. His manhood was rock hard, and he shifted in his breaches for some relief. But relief wouldn’t come until he was buried to the hilt inside her hot, tight wetness.
“I think I shall have you right here.”
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