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"Aye I'm fine- ouch- Grayson you are crushing me!"
                  He set her on her feet and stared at her, gripping her shoulders.
                  "I am mightily displeased with you woman!"
                  But he was smiling. Odin help him, he could not stop smiling! She was alive and well! And he would not let her get away from him so easily again.
                  He saw her lips start to quiver as she attempted to repress a smile. The woman was laughing at him! He growled and yanked her against him for a kiss. A long, lingering, mating is imminent sort of kiss.
                  "Lift your skirts woman. I will have you now."
                  "Grayson-"
                  "Now!"
                  "Oh, very well!"
                  She sighed dramatically and turned to brace her arms against the wall. He pulled her skirts up, too impatient to wait. In an instant his hose were around his ankles and he was guiding his shaft to her plump nether lips. He groaned as he eased his shaft inside her.
                  He grasped her hips and started to pump himself into her honied sheath. He wanted to go slow, to savor the feel of silky walls gripping his shaft but he could not. He grunted as he slammed into her again and again.
                  Beneath him, she was starting to moan with equal fervor. He reached down and took hold of one breast, using his other hand to strum her jewel with the other. She bucked beneath him as she bore down on his cock, making him ride her faster.
                  He bellowed his pleasure as his seed erupted from his member, filling her womb with a week's worth of pent up essence. He leaned over her trembling body, tenderly kissing the back of her neck.
                  That's when he heard it. Something was in the next stall. He yanked his hose up and lifted his axe as he barged into the dark corner.
                  "Grayson no!"
                  "What is it?"
                  He frowned, staring down at the wiggling little bundle. Kendra giggled behind him.
                  "Tis a bairn, silly."
                  "Aye, I can see that. But whose?"
                  "It was one of the slave women who I tended to. It would not have survived so I took it with me. Rowena will live a long and fruitful life. With me."
                  He watched at she adjusted her skirts and lifted the baby into her arms.
                  "That is why you must stop following me Grayson. I have responsibilities beyond myself and my patients now."
                  He growled and stepped closer.
                  "I will not follow you because you will be safe and sound in my hut, tending to my bairns. How could I follow you that way?"
                  He lifted her up and carried her to the barn's entrance.
                  "Gather her things and yours- we head for the coast. By tonight we will be sailing for home!"

Nine
                 
     
                 
     
     
                  Kendra scowled at the calm sea. She was gagged and tied up by the edge of the boat. He'd kept her restrained since the third time she'd tried to escape. At this point, she was more angry about the principle of it than anything.
                  Rowena lay cooing beside her in a basket. Periodically one of the men would come and check on her, giving her some water or feeding some milk to the bairn.
                  Grayson had thought of everything. He'd even stolen a healthy young goat on their journey to the coast. She'd been afraid he would toss the child over the edge of the boat but he'd been surprisingly complacent about the waif.
                  Most likely because he knew the child would keep her docile.