Free Betrothed by Renee Rose Page A

capable of when she was on her back and he above her.  He slid in easily— she was more than ready for him at this point.  At first he looked at the ceiling as he drove into her, like he was trying to distract himself, but after a while he found a wonderful rhythm and he looked down at her and smiled affectionately, then pinched one of her nipples between his finger and thumb. 
    “Oh!” she cried and he laughed and lowered his torso down to hers, kissing and biting at her neck, then reaching one hand underneath her to cup her hot cheek.  He held them tightly together that way, so that they moved in concert, and then his finger sought and found that button again.  This time he pushed more insistently, though, and suddenly she found his finger had entry and he was penetrating her in two places at once.  As shameful as it was, she knew better than to fight him on it and verily, she couldn't deny the waves of pleasure she felt from it.  It was not more than a few moments of that before she felt as if she exploded— as if her whole self turned inside-out, so great was the climax he drew out of her.  She shuddered and clenched, her sex milking the climax out of him, and she was satisfied to hear him shouting now, too, over her cries. 
    At the end of it all, though her bottom still smarted, she felt absolutely blissful.  She twined her arms around his neck and kissed it.  He rolled onto his side and cupped her hot bottom in his hand, caressing her in a way that kept the fire in her belly still kindled.     
    After they had caught their breaths and laid together in a blissful harmony, he said, “So you do or you don't care about who I choose for the widow?”
    “What?  Oh.”  Julia brought her mind back from its satiated drifting.  She leaned her head on her elbow and studied him.  “Well...would you consider giving her a choice?  If it comes down to two men who are equal in your mind?”
    He nodded.  “Yes.”
    She rewarded him with a grateful smile.  “Thank you, my lord.”
    “Julia, verily the widow has nothing to do with us.  I shouldn't have brought our marriage into it to begin with.”  He sighed, “I'm just glad you weren't given a choice, that's all.”
    She felt a rush of love at that.  “So am I,” she said truthfully and snuggled into him. 
    He patted her bottom affectionately. 
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    Spanking Julia had been a pleasure.  She'd been so submissive and looked so beautiful lying across his lap like that.  After being a leader of men for the past seven years, Bronson found that being a husband was a bit of a different game.  Julia was nervous in her new role and she was looking to him for guidance.  The trouble was, he didn't really know yet what he should and shouldn't correct. 
    Oh, some of it was easy— the things he wouldn't stand from his men, he would refuse to take from her as well.  Like walking away without being dismissed, or speaking disrespectfully.  But the rest of it he had previously been inclined to let slide because she was... well, adorable. 
    But last week she'd been expecting him to punish her for questioning him in front of his men and he'd known only a fool wouldn't follow through on giving her what she thought she deserved.  He hadn't spanked her that hard or long and they both had enjoyed the aftermath.  But he was resolved to chastise her in earnest the next time something came up.  He couldn't have her thinking he wasn't serious when he spoke to her.
    They were in the great hall and he was giving orders about which servants should be assigned to a duty.  “But Hannaford has always been in charge of shearing the sheep,” she interrupted.  “I should think he would be better suited there, than working on the barn.” 
    He raised one eyebrow at her with a frown.  Like his men, she'd grown to recognize his various looks and when she saw that one she suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth and went pale.  He folded