Desire's Golden Dreams by Tish Domenick Read Free Book Online

then he went with it. ‘Hey, you’re a good kisser. You know what to do with your tongue. No wonder Hannah wanted you to join our family.’
    “Since they were both naked, when Andre stroked Wade’s cock, Wade enjoyed it and reciprocated. They jerked each other off and laughing, hugged and kissed afterward.
    “‘Will you fuck me, Wade old chap, while I have my cock in Hannah? I promise to give you a good ride. You won’t be sorry.’”
    Slim paused his storytelling again because the here-and-now Hannah Janes seemed quite agitated at the turn of events. Slim hesitated, but only for a moment. He continued the story. “Wade agreed to do what Andre wanted just this once. By this time, he’d pretty much built fucking Andre into something special and was anxious to do it, but only with Hannah’s consent. He worried she might think less of him as a man afterward.” Slim watched for signs that this Hannah was no longer with him. She swallowed her thoughts and seemed rapt, so he continued. “Of course Hannah Brown already knew what Andre liked because she’d heard it from Gus and Sam. She wanted her men happy and since she wanted to experience every sexual act she could, she encouraged Wade to do as Andre asked. In fact, she implored him, certain she would find the new wrinkle pleasurable.”
    “Wait.” Hannah Janes pulled Slim out of his story. She stood and took in a deep breath, circled the cloud-like chair, and leaned over the back of it to glare at slim. “First you tell me my great-great-great-Granny was a–a–what they would call a loose woman in her day. Now, you want me to believe my male ancestor was—uh….” She turned her back to Slim and rubbed her arms as if she were cold. “How can you know these intimate details? Unless you were one of Hannah’s so called ‘husbands’ you couldn’t possibly know what went on in her bedroom.”
    “I thought I already explained it to you. Come back and sit down and I’ll tell you how I know.”
    Slim bit his lip to keep the smile off his face as Hannah sat with a ferocious frowning expression. She looked like an angel whose halo had slipped. He hoped he could make this Hannah’s halo slip a bit more. He was half in love with her already because somehow she was the embodiment of his Hannah. He wanted her with a need so deep, he’d hardly thought of anything else since he first saw her. But she could see no other man than the one she referred to as Bolt. A ridiculous name, but this was California where ridiculous was the norm.
    He wanted to touch her. Gently, he took her arm and led her back to the chair. “Most people believe time is linear, but it is horizontal.” He sat in the chair opposite hers. “What I mean by that is this. What was going on in 1852 is accessible to me because it is happening now in the time continuum. I am able to travel the spectrum of human existence if I wish. When I tell you the tales, they are not from merely from my memory, but what I am actually seeing as I speak.”
    “You mean you can go anywhere in the past and see it as it happens?”
    “That’s what I mean, darlin’.”
    “You can visit Antony and Cleopatra if you wish?”
    “I can and I have. Cleo was quite the woman. Not beautiful, but she exuded sex from every pore.”
    “I don’t believe it. You can say anything and no one alive can say you’re wrong.”
    “Too true, unless I tell them something I saw in their past. Some event where they saw it firsthand with me right there unknown to them. Some like being watched from beyond and even give me a wink, though they can’t actually see me. They merely sense my spirit.”
    “Can you participate? Can you pick up a sword or a gun and help in a battle?”
    “Not in any place other than here. Here I can appear to you as I am. I can touch your arm as I did a few minutes ago. I could take you on that couch in the corner and fuck your every orifice and you would love every orgasm you had, and there would be many