Broken Dove (Fantasyland #4)(53)

The freedom.

I didn’t think of anything I did. I wasn’t in my head at all. I just went for it.

Actually, the truth of it was, Apollo led it and I went along for the ride, totally about him and what he was doing to my body. No hang ups. Nothing but him and me and what I could make him feel and what he was making me feel.

I’d done things with him I’d never done with Pol, never even considered doing with anybody.

At the time, I didn’t care.

Now, it mortified me.

Because I barely knew him.

I didn’t know about the sexual strictures on this world but considering women still covered their ankles, I really, really hoped he understood all about whatever that tea was so he didn’t think I was a big floozy.

“Maddie, are you awake?”

I made a mental note that I sucked at fake sleeping and realized the heaviness around my back was his arm holding me to him when it tightened.

“Poppy, you’ve stirred. Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” I muttered.

“Come here, dove,” he muttered back and I didn’t know how much more “here” I could get but I still shifted up, tipped my head back and gave him my eyes.

He looked down at me with tenderness in his.

I’d seen that before but it had been so long, and it was so beautiful, I felt my breath leave my lungs.

“How are you feeling?” he asked gently.

The truth of it was, I ached and I was still kind of fatigued. Fucking someone’s brains out took it out of you.

I didn’t share that.

“Fine,” I told him.

“Are you hungry?” he inquired.

I was. I didn’t have breakfast. I mean, it was served to me but I didn’t eat it.

“I could eat,” I answered.

“Good,” he murmured and looked ahead.

I did too, again realizing that his arm was around my back and it hadn’t moved. He was still holding me to him and doing it in a way that he wasn’t going to let go.

I decided this likely had to do with the fact that cuddling together was a whole lot warmer than sitting apart.

We were riding through pines that were set far apart but he steered the horses closer to one and he did this speaking.

“I’ll take care of the horses. You unpack the sandwiches, yes?”

“Okeydokey,” I mumbled and his arm gave me a squeeze and didn’t let go so I was fit more snuggly to his body.

Okay.

What?

He pulled back on the reins and the horses stopped. Taking me with him, he leaned forward and draped them on a hook in front of us then turned to me, still holding me close.

I looked up at him just in time for his gloved hand to cup my jaw and his head to descend. He brushed his lips against my parted-in-surprise ones and murmured, “I’ll be back.”

He lifted up to kiss my forehead and moved out from under the fur to leave the sleigh.

Okay.

What?

Right, well, he’d been way cool this morning, holding me and comforting me while I cried and freaked out. He’d also been solicitous as we left the inn, offering his arm, pulling me close when I took it and wrapping his hand over mine at his elbow, walking that way the whole way through the inn and out of it as he walked me to the sleigh. I made not a peep when I saw both the horses hitched to it and I still didn’t when he climbed into the sleigh with me.

We took off, and our wild-ass sex-a-thon, no sleep and my crying jag all crashed into me and I was out within fifteen minutes of our being on our way.

Now was now and he wasn’t being way cool.

He was being way sweet.

And affectionate.

Way affectionate.

He’d gone to the back of the sleigh and I watched him move to the front, feedbags for the horses in his hands and decided I better hop to it because he’d be back soon and expecting his sandwich.

So I bent to the corner of the sleigh where there was a basket from which Apollo had produced our lunch yesterday. As I did that, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

I looked over the side of the sleigh and saw a cute bunny with gray fur and a white tail hopping to the sleigh.

He was so adorable, I stopped and smiled.

He stopped, lifted up on his hind feet and made a bunch of noises.

He made a bunch of noises but in my head, I heard, “Lady, you have any lettuce?”

I went still and stared at the bunny.

He looked to the right then back at me and made more noises.

But in my head, I heard. “Lady, I asked, do you have any lettuce?”

“Is that bunny talking to me?” I breathed to no one.

Except, of course, the bunny.

He made more noises, a lot of them, but in my head I heard, “Of course I’m talking to you. Who else would I be talking to? Now, do you have any lettuce?”

“Oh my God,” I whispered then shot to my feet, turned and ran out of the sleigh, into the snow, passing Apollo who was coming back.

“Maddie, what’s amiss?” he called.

But I kept running, with difficulty seeing as the snow was halfway up my calves. Still, I kept doing it mainly because a freaking bunny was talking in my head.

“Madeleine!” Apollo shouted.

I kept on running.

Then I stopped because an arm flashed around my middle and I was yanked back into a hard body.