Free Restless Heart by Emma Lang

it. Angeline almost bucked him off with the force of her reaction.
    It was amazing to think that small piece of flesh could be manipulated to bring her such ecstasy. He flicked faster, the rhythm matching that of his cock as it slid in and out of her.
    Angeline stopped breathing as a wave of something she could only call rapture overwhelmed her. She wanted to scream, shout, roar at the heavens as the most perfect pleasurewashed through her. She whispered his name, or she could have yelled it.
    There was nothing but Sam and their joining, and the intensity of it. He jerked and plunged so deep inside her, he touched her womb. Angeline dug her hands into the bed, pushing up against him as the waves ebbed through her. Her eyes saw nothing but Sam, her heart knew nothing but Sam, and her body was now one with Sam’s.
    She didn’t even realize she was crying until he lay beside her and wiped her cheeks.
    “Don’t cry, Angel.”
    Angeline smiled at him. “Why not? I just experienced the most perfect moment in my life and I found it with you.”
    Sam pulled her into his arms and they lay together, heart to heart, as Angeline wept into his shoulder. She’d never felt such peace and contentment before Sam. He was the other half she’d been seeking all her life.
    Angeline was in love.

Chapter Five
    J onathan Morton rode into the small town of Forestville with a weariness he’d never felt. His journey was nearly over and he couldn’t be happier. Only a few more weeks and he’d be back in Tolson, free to marry Angeline and start the rest of his life. It was the reason he pushed himself and his horse so hard.
    He missed her.
    Jonathan hadn’t written to Angeline, knowing the letters wouldn’t reach her anyway. Her father, Silas, had a firm hand and did not allow his daughters any freedom whatsoever, and that included choice of a husband.
    Her sister, Eliza, was a different girl, odd but smart and likeable. But Angeline, she made his heart turn into a thundering horse whenever she smiled. He’d enjoyed his missionary trip immensely, but couldn’t wait to get back to Tolson. To Angeline.
    He stopped in front of the hotel and dismounted, his legs shaking with exhaustion. He’d driven himself and his horse hard the last month as he rode back from Oklahoma to Utah. The sun was just setting, casting an orange glow on everything.
    At first, he thought he was seeing things, but no, his eyesweren’t playing tricks on him. Right there, walking toward him, was Angeline, arm in arm with an Indian.
    His heart fell to his feet, then bounced back up again to hit his pride dead on. Jonathan was no coward, but the shock of seeing her was enough to make him speechless. As he watched, they approached a building with a sign that read THE BLUE PLATE , likely a restaurant.
    The Indian leaned down and kissed her, making Jonathan’s blood boil in his veins. He stepped toward them, ready to defend her honor, to stop the bastard from soiling the woman who was to be his bride.
    “She’s not yours anymore.”
    Jonathan turned to find Lettie Brown standing on the sidewalk. She looked the same as always, brown and drab, with the weight of world on her shoulders. It took him a moment to realize Lettie was there in Forestville too, hundreds of miles from home.
    Perhaps he was dreaming. Why would both of them be so far from the ward? Lettie was married to Josiah Brown, a church elder and a stern man who tolerated no deviation from what he considered to be the truth. Then there was Silas Hunter, a man who would never allow his precious daughter to travel away from Tolson and most especially would not tolerate her kissing an Indian in the street.
    “Lettie?”
    “Yes, Jonathan.”
    “Am I dreaming?” He touched his dusty face, wondering if he’d find a fever or some other cause for the strange visions.
    “No, you’re not.” Lettie stepped toward him, her arms crossed and a fierce scowl on her face.
    “Why are you here? And for that matter, how