The Marshal's Rebellious Bride (32 page)

No shots rang out.

It had just been an awful dream after all.

* * *

Hours later they were home alone at the ranch house.
Her brothers now lived in town. Chase and Tyler moved into Morgan’s room at the
hotel temporarily. Even Brandy had stayed in town, spending a few days with
Camelia. It felt strange to be alone with him, but something she definitely
planned to enjoy. If she could get past this nervousness…

She stood in the middle of her bedroom, twisting her
fingers in the sides of her dress, wondering what to do. Morgan had already
removed his coat and his gun belt, which she still couldn’t believe he’d
actually worn to their wedding.

Slowly he faced her. “I’ll be gentle with you,
Angelina. I swear.”

She took a step toward him, heart racing. Heat inched
over her face. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. About what
happens between a man and a woman.”

He inched closer until he stood directly in front of
her. He reached up and toyed with her curls. “I’ve thought about this, too.” He
touched the side of her face, ran his thumb over her mouth. “Thought about
having you in my bed. Making love to you, every inch of you.”

Her eyes widened. She’d heard Maybelle talking about a
man’s loving, how good it could be. Not that her friend had much experience
with a man being good to her.

She tucked those thoughts of Maybelle away for another
time. Nervously she teased, “Even my toes?”

His chest rose and fell in a deep breath and he played
with her lips again. “Every last one of them.”

Now she shivered, anxious to get on with this new
exciting experience. “You’d best get to taking my clothes off then.” She added
quietly, “Assuming you’re going to do that.”

“Oh, darlin’, I sure am.” He turned her around until
her back was to him. “Let’s get started.”

She waited uncertainly, stomach fluttering, her
woman’s place hot and quivery.

“Well, damn!” he grumbled. “There must be a hundred
buttons here. Small ones.” He blew out a breath of frustration. “How am I
supposed to undo them with my big fingers?”

She giggled and glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Since I don’t plan on wearing this fancy gown ever again, just rip the back
open. Stop being so careful.”

He didn’t even hesitate, just grabbed hold of the top
of the back of her gown and started pulling the two sides apart. Button after
button shot all over the room. She didn’t care in the least.

After a few seconds he gave a sound of appreciation
and shoved the dress off her shoulders. As she felt the coolness over her skin,
he leaned closer and kissed her bare shoulder, then nuzzled her neck.

“Oh…oh my,” she gasped, wishing he would hurry up with
the disrobing.

In less than a minute he had the dress pooling around
her feet. Then he untied her petticoat and it fell down as well. That left only
her camisole and drawers, which were no problem for him to remove either.
Finally she stood before him in only her slippers.

“Is it time to make love to your toes?” he asked
huskily, turning her to face him again.

She trembled from head to toe. “I’m thinking I’d
rather have you focus a bit higher. We can save the toes for another time.”

He grinned so sinfully that he took her breath away.
Before she knew what he was going to do, he reached down and cupped her private
area. He pressed his hand close, his fingers touching her between her legs. She
tingled down there, felt things she’d never experienced.

“What…what are you doing?” She leaned into his touch,
ached for more.

“You like that?” He repeated what he’d done and then
he found a special spot just inside her body. He pinched it lightly between his
thumb and a finger.

“
Ohhhhh
.” She couldn’t stand
still, struggled to breathe normally. “Is this decent?” Not that she really cared.

He moved a finger further between her legs, found her
trembling lower lips and pushed the finger into her. “Anything is ‘decent’
between a man and his woman.”

She inched her legs apart and he continued to play
with her, adding a second finger. “Oh, Morgan… I…”

He kept his hand in place, kept his fingers playing
inside her. Then as she quivered all over, he lowered his head and put his hot
mouth over one of her nipples.

It was the strangest thing she’d ever experienced and
she loved it. He swirled his tongue around the nipple and it hardened. Then he
lightly bit it, grinning cockily up at her.

“Hey!” she chastised,
then
decided she actually liked what he was doing. Besides those talented fingers
were back to work. He wiggled them around, eased them nearly out, and drove
them deep again.

“I’m dying here, Morgan. I swear you’re killing me.”
Her knees had weakened and she didn’t think she could stand up much longer.

He lifted his head, although he kept his fingers
buried deep. “I’m thinking you’re ready for us to take the next step.”

She glanced down at where his pants bulged out.
“You’re going to put that rod inside me?” she asked warily. She was ready and
yet she wasn’t. “I’ll try not to disappoint you.”

His eyes were heated, his nostrils flaring as he pulled
his fingers from her body and stepped away. She frowned in irritation, missing
what he’d been doing to her. But he grinned and began shedding his clothes. She
forgot all about anything but enjoying the impressive sight before her. And she
remembered the day she’d seen him in his long johns.
This
was so much better.

He scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. As she
wriggled into the middle of the mattress, he looked down at her hungrily. “I’m
going to make you mine now.” He reached down to pull off her slippers. “I’m
going to plow you good, darlin’.”

She pinched her nose and said, “That’s sort of
disgusting, this ‘plowing’ matter.”

He crawled on top of the bed, pushing her legs apart,
moving upward until his long, thick shaft touched at her hairy mound. “You’re
right. I meant that I’m going to love you so good you’ll cry.”

“Maybe it’ll be
you
who does the crying,” she taunted, breathing hard, eager for this time that
she’d been anticipating for too long.

His crooked smile made him look even
more wicked
. He took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs
while she watched him uncertainly. “Keep them nice and high.”

He removed his hands and took hold of his shaft,
stroked it a couple of times as she studied him curiously. Then he put it
against her and she felt the firm head at her opening. He looked down at her.
“Are you ready? It might hurt at first.”

“I’m hurting right now, waiting.” She frowned at him.
“Just put it in me before I take hold of it myself and jam it inside.”

He blinked and then chuckled. “You are something else,
my sweet sassy Angelina.”

Before she could sass him again, he eased his rod
inside her. Then he took hold of her ankles once more and kept her legs wide
apart and high. She felt more than a bit awkward. But when he looked serious
and then drove deep inside her, she sucked in a breath, stilled, and widened
her eyes in surprise.

“Damn,” she gritted out, wondering if she really could
do this.

“Watch your mouth, Angelina,” he warned, holding
still, staying buried deep. “I’d hate to have to give you a mouth soaping on
our wedding night…or a spanking.”

She huffed. “Trying to split my body in two isn’t
enough for you? You’d turn me over and redden my bottom?”

He must have decided she’d adjusted to him because he
slowly started pumping in and out. She actually liked it, a lot. She moved with
him, smiling.

Until he pushed deep and captured her gaze once more.
“Apparently I haven’t split you in two. Apparently you’re all right now.” He
shifted one hand to reach for a breast and then he carefully pinched the
nipple. “Naughty girls get taken care of.”

Breathing hard, watching him move in and out of her
body, she said teasingly, “This ‘naughty girl’ likes being ‘taken care of’ like
this.” She grinned up at him. “You can take me this way any damn…darn…well, any
time.”

Suddenly his face grew redder, his jaw tensed. He
growled, “Ah hell.” He began driving into her harder, steadier. “I can’t go
much longer.”

She pushed up against him, met him drive for drive,
began sweating, began twisting and turning. “I’m…oh, Morgan…”

Before she could take another breath, she shuddered
and felt wetness inside her all but exploding around his shaft as he continued
pounding into her. She
lie
still, heart racing,
smiling while he strained to ram into her a couple more times.

“An…
ge
…
lina
!”
he growled and held still, grimacing.

Warmth filled her and she smiled even more. “At last,”
she sighed happily.

Whiskey stretched on the bed like a contented cat. She
was naked and didn’t feel the least bit shy about it. He’d taken her innocence
with gentleness at first and then out of desperation, but now she was ready for
some of the wildness she sensed he’d held at bay. Morgan had gone downstairs to
get her some water and as he walked back into the room—equally naked—carrying
a pitcher she smiled. The man had muscles to admire; something else as well
deserved a great deal of admiration.

“I’ve heard that a woman can,” she fluttered her
eyelashes at him, “well, she can ride a man. I’d like to try it, if you don’t
mind.”

He set the pitcher down with a thud as he looked at
her with widened eyes. His chest rose and fell in a deep breath. “Don’t mind at
all.”

He climbed on the bed and stretched out, his rod
dancing up in invitation. She straddled him just as her dancer friends had
instructed. Then she rose up and with his help pressed down on him. As he slid
fully inside her, she moaned, “
Ohhhh
this is
wonderful!”

His expression was tight and she felt him growing
inside her. “Too damn wonderful,” he gritted out.

Pleased, she lifted until she nearly moved off him.
But she didn’t. As he looked up at her in silent plea, she pressed down again,
arched backward, and took him deep. “
Ohhhh
this is
more than wonderful.”

She stopped moving, savored the feel of him so full
inside her. She closed her eyes and slowly moved her hips in small circles and
the sensations made her nearly fly apart.

He grabbed her waist and began forcing her to move up
and down. She didn’t stop him. Instead she cooperated to the best of her
ability, leaned forward and braced her hands on his shoulders. They moved
together over and over until she cried out, until he shouted her name.

Finally she collapsed over him and fell instantly
asleep.

Morgan held her tightly to him. He loved this woman
with all his heart. Together they would build this ranch, they would have more
children, and maybe…just maybe…he’d accept that she wanted to doctor animals,
although he would rather it just be her current ones and possibly a dog or a
cat.

* * *

They had just finished breakfast—that he’d made—when
someone knocked loudly on the back door. The knock was quickly followed by a
man shouting, “Whiskey?
You in there?
I got an urgent
message for you.”

She shrugged at Morgan, who looked definitely unhappy
about the invasion of their privacy. Considering they were both walking around
naked and planning to head back to the bedroom, she was reluctant to respond.
But the man had said “urgent.”

“Come back another time,” Morgan snarled even as she
snagged a long duster coat from a wall peg near the door and wrapped it around
her.

“But Dog Kelley said it was
urgent
,” the man complained in a whine.

She stepped to the door, ignored her glowering
husband, and inched the door open enough to look at the scrawny man who worked
for Dog Kelley, Dodge City’s mayor. He blinked at her coat, and then blushed to
the roots of his thinning hair.

“What’s so important, Horace? This isn’t really a good
time.”

“It’s his bear,” the man said warily, sensing Morgan
was lurking close by. “Somehow it got free last night. Wandered into town, went
into the hotel. He crawled into bed with some drunken traveling salesman.”

“Bear?” Morgan growled in disbelief.

Horace swallowed hard and rushed on with his story.
“When the man woke up and found the bear…Well, he jumped out of bed. The bear
fell off, too. Then this man somehow managed to step on the bear’s paw before
he ran screaming from the room. Mayor Kelley thinks his bear’s foot is broke.
He thought maybe you could fix it. Doc Peterson wouldn’t have
nothing
to do with the critter.”

Morgan jerked the door open not the least bit
concerned at having the man see him bare-assed naked. “And neither will my
wife,” he bellowed.