Free Hell Transporter (Between) by Cyndi Tefft

your voice down, lass.
    But his comment had gotten my hackles up and I narrowed my eyes at him, staring him down, my hands clenched at my sides.
    Don’t you ‘lass’ me, Aiden MacRae. Let’s get one thing straight right now. I am your wife and I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks about it, not even my dad. I will not let any warped sense of honor or duty come between us and if I want to have sex with you in the woods, I will! Got it?
    Aiden’s eyebrows jerked up and I knew I had crossed a line, but I was beyond caring. The last two days of worrying about him and being separated from him had taken their toll, and I was beyond trying to be diplomatic about it. His face hardened into moonlit granite. I could see him trying to control his breathing as the anger built within him. He shook his head slowly at me, his eyes never leaving mine.
    You will not speak to me in such a way, Lindsey. I will not have it. The steel in his voice chilled me.
    I thought we were already married. But maybe I’ve been fooling myself.
    He sucked in his breath like he’d been punched in the stomach. His eyes flashed angrily and I knew that I’d hurt him. Frustrated, I turned to walk away.
    He grabbed my wrist and whipped me back around to face him, his chest heaving with a barely restrained outburst.
    Where are you going? His voice was low and cold, but shook with an intensity that belied his true feelings.
    I yanked my wrist out of his grasp and thrust my chin out with a lot more courage than I felt.
    Home. You obviously don’t want me.
    He jerked back, eyes wide with disbelief.
    Don’t want you? Don’t want you?! God in heaven! An angry growl of frustration erupted from him and he strode away, swinging a vicious punch into the trunk of the nearest tree. Pinecones rained down at his feet and a bird flew off, flapping its wings irritably. He turned to stare at me, wild-eyed and beside himself with fury. His knuckles were scratched and bloody from the blow, but he paid them no mind as his eyes bore into mine.
    How can you even think such a thing? My God, woman, you’re all I think about day and night! His voice was incredulous and enraged, hot with passion, and he clutched my shoulders in his hands, shaking me.
    I didn’t back down but matched his temper, feeling the emotion and fire consume me as I challenged him. You say you want me but then you’re so worried about what other people will think that you’re ready to just cut me off altogether. Well, I don’t give a shit what anyone says! If you really want me, then prove it! Prove it, damn you!
    My eyes flickered to the boulder behind his shoulder and I visualized a graphic scene of him proving his passion forcefully, and wished he could see how I truly felt.
    He let out a strangled gasp of shock.
    How did ye do that? A mixture of fear and fascination swam across his features.
    I frowned at him in confusion, my heart still racing from our confrontation.
    Do what?
    You sent me your thought but it wasn’t just words. It was… I mean… I saw…
    No. Could he have seen it?
    What did you see?
    Color flushed into his cheeks like a shadow in the moonlight. His mouth twisted with amusement as he gestured to the rock with his head.
    I saw you bent over that boulder and me behind you with one hand twisted in your hair and the other on the small of your back.
    Now it was my turn to blush, as that was exactly the image I’d had in mind, but hearing him say it was something else altogether. He pulled me into his arms with a devious grin.
    Were ye really thinking that, love? Lord above, you’ve a nasty mind on you! You never stop surprising me, do ye? He kissed me forcefully, his fist gripping my hair as he pulled me to him. We broke away, panting and his eyes gleamed with excitement. But how did you do it? You’ve never sent me a picture thought before. I didn’t even know it was possible.
    But you did it first. When you were drinking whisky with my dad, you were thinking about licking my