Page 59 of The Outlaw Viking

“I didn’t lie,” Rain protested. “And I never said I disliked sex. I just said I could take it or leave it.” At least, I could in my other life.

“’Twas not the impression I got when…” Selik let his words trail off, shrugging.

“It’s different with you, Selik.”

“Now who is throwing out lines?”

Rain smiled at his remembering her modern expression. “It is different with you. Oh, don’t go preening like a randy rooster,” she added, causing him to let out a hoot of laughter. “It’s not that you have such marvelous technique. It’s just that, well, it’s just because it’s you. There’s this sort of celestial rightness to us as a pair.”

“Was that a compliment or an insult?” he asked dryly.

Thankfully, Selik’s dark mood had passed. Her mother had always said that the way to a man’s heart—to a lover’s heart, actually—was a woman’s ability to make him smile. And Selik didn’t smile nearly enough. She thought for a second, then brightened. She knew how to jar this arrogant male’s complacent ego and make him laugh in the process. Oh, yes, she did!

“You know, Selik…” she said in a voice of exaggerated sweetness, causing his face to tilt with alert suspicion. Oh, yes, honey, you have every right to be suspicious.

“…you know, if we ever made love…”

A grin twitched at his thinned lips.

That’s right, sweetheart. Smile. Relax your defenses.

“…if we ever made love, I’ll bet I would finally find my G-spot.” There! Put that in your macho pipe and smoke it!

“I know I will regret asking this, but I cannot resist. Pray tell, what in bloody hell is a G-spot?”

I thought you’d never ask. “Well, there is some controversy over this in my time, but many sexual authorities—”

“Sexual authorities? Surely, there are not frauds who claim to be experts on such matters?”

Rain nodded with a smile.

“No doubt they are Franks,” he proclaimed with derision. “The men of Frankland have forever believed themselves to be the world’s best lovers. I wager they have written some of those books you keep quoting endlessly.”

“Hundreds.”

“Hah! I know as much as any of those self-proclaimed authorities, I warrant.”

No doubt, you do, babe. “In any case, before you interrupted me, I was telling you that many sexual authorities disagree on the subject of whether a woman’s G-spot actually exists. Many women claim to have them, though.” Rain went on to give Selik a very detailed lesson in female anatomy and a graphic description of a G-Spot and what it could do to enhance a woman’s pleasure.

At first, he just stared at her, stunned at the explicitness of her words. Then he burst out laughing.

“Truly, I have never met a woman like you afore. You know so many details about the mating betwixt the male and female. Like a damn book, you are. But methinks you know naught. Yea, you are as innocent as a virgin when it comes to the mating, I daresay.”

“I am not!”

He burst out laughing once again as he pulled her to her feet and drew her away from the pond, pinching her bottom once when she didn’t move quickly enough. As they walked back to the keep, he muttered over and over, between bursts of laughter, “G-Spot! Bloody hell! G-Spot!”

When Rain saw Ubbi watching anxiously for their return, the faithful servant looked from Selik’s laughing face to her annoyed one as she rubbed her sore bottom, and back again to Selik’s. Then he smiled widely and tipped his head in congratulations to her.

To Ubbi’s mind, Rain had, no doubt, performed another angelic miracle.

And Selik surprised her by turning her face toward him and whispering softly, “Thank you.” Apparently, he had understood her motives entirely in trying to lighten his mood.

Several days later, Selik threw his saddlebag over Fury’s back and vaulted into the saddle, preparing to leave Ravenshire.

Rain pulled up beside him on her ill-named horse, Godsend. He groaned inwardly, wondering what misdeed she wished to berate him for now.

“Thank you, Selik, for agreeing to take me with you to Jorvik.”