Free His Defiant Wife, the Adventures of Linnett Wainwright, Book 2 by Vanessa Brooks

back her
head, arching her back as John increased his tempo.
    Suddenly, they
were both thrown to the floor as the chair gave way beneath them.
They clutched one another, rolling away from the chair and giggling
helplessly. Linnett lay on top of John. He raised himself up and
gently smoothed the snarled mop of hair away from her face.
    Linnett lowered
her head to John’s lips, and his hands held either side of her
face, stopping her hair from falling forward. His thumbs caressed
her cheeks as they kissed languorously. Their passion rekindled,
Linnett slid down the length of his hard body and sat astride him.
Then, raising herself above his staff, she lowered herself onto
him, enjoying the moment of entry and slipping down him slowly
until he filled her completely.
    Linnett rode
him hard as John grasped her waist, grinding himself upwards into
her yielding softness. The exquisite sensations building within
Linnett flooded through her, finally exploding into a kaleidoscope
of fathomless delight. John gave one last deep thrust, convulsed
with a shout and relaxed into a shuddering release.
    He pulled her
down to lay beside him, his arm circling her, his hand cradling the
back of her head. Gently, John stroked his wife’s hair, letting the
burnished curls slip through his open fingers. When he could speak
again, he whispered into her ear, “Your secret is out Mrs. Foster!
You are nothing more than a wicked hussy!”
    Linnett gave a
low throaty chuckle and turned her head on his shoulder, giving him
a soft nip with her teeth. John wrapped his arms tightly around her
and she shivered, saying, “Ooh it’s turned so cold!”
    John lifted her
up onto the bed. “Tuck your hands under my arms.” Linnett did as
she was bid and pushed her hands deep into his arm pits, which were
cosily warm. John held her tight and wrapped the covers close about
them, and gradually Linnett grew warmer, savouring the delicious
heat and security of her husband’s loving arms. They gazed into the
hypnotic flames of the fire before drifting off to sleep, still
entwined.
     
     
     

CHAPTER 6

    One morning a
few days later, Linnett woke very early while it was still dark.
The mornings were dark until much later now; after all, it was
mid-winter. Linnett lay listening to the familiar sound of John
breathing. As she snuggled back down drowsily into the warmth of
the bed, she heard a noise outside the cabin. Linnett froze, alert
now, and she listened hard – nothing. But then she heard it again,
an odd, scraping sound. Was it Indians?
    Linnett put her
hand out and patted John’s back.
    “Mmm...what is
it?” John mumbled, still half asleep.
    “John! Wake
up!” hissed Linnett urgently. “Listen!”
    The scraping
noise started up once again as they lay still, listening
intently.
    “Stay here,”
John whispered as he rose from the bed.
    “No, I am
coming with you!” Linnett said and hastily scrambled after him.
    John went to
the fire, throwing more wood on and lighting a taper for the
lantern, which he handed to Linnett.
    “Alright then,
you hold that for me, but if I tell you to bolt the door, you do it
immediately. I mean it, Linnett, immediately!”
    Linnett
trembled. “Yes, but why?” she asked.
    “Linnett, even
if I am outside and I shout to you to bolt the door, just do as I
tell you with no arguments!” John reached out and traced his finger
lightly down the side of her worried face, and his voice softened
slightly. “I am sure it will be alright, my love; I am just being
cautious. Probably a hungry wolf out there, scratching its back on
our cabin wall that’s all!” John pulled on his boots and reached
for his coat and muffler.
    He took down
the musket and primed it. Linnett stood and watched him, shaking
with cold and fright. “Be careful, John. Perhaps we should just
wait until it is light?”
    John shook his
head. “No, I would rather take a quick look outside now.”
    He went to the
door and put his ear to it, listening, but the