Wilderness Trail of Love (American Wilderness Series Romance Book 1) by Dorothy Wiley Page A
Authors: Dorothy Wiley
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sure it’s safe. Bomazeen’s words about Martha making a good slave for the squaws kept haunting me all day. They can stay with Edward’s family. I know Anne won’t mind. I’ll keep Mary with me.”
Stephen nodded his agreement. “Good idea, but I want Sam and Bear to get them into town before dark. Get their things packed.”
Jane set out a small bag and filled it with a change of clothes for the girls then she got their faces washed, hair braided, and their traveling shoes on.
They stood ready to go in no time. “Uncle Sam and Bear are taking us to Uncle Ed’s house,” Polly cheerfully informed her father as he came into their room. “Mama says we’re overdue a visit to our cousins.”
He gave Polly a hug. “Indeed, your mother is correct. Now let’s go down and find Uncle Sam and Bear. He scooped Amy up and picked up the girls’ bag.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he yelled back to Jane to get the girls’ coats.
Bear and Sam strode out and began tightening the cinches on their already saddled horses.
“Sam, Bear, why don’t you return tomorrow after you’ve had a chance to see about your own places. I know you both left suddenly,” Stephen suggested.
Jane kissed and hugged each of the girls in their birth order, as was her custom. “Be good and mind your aunt and uncle,” she said.
“It would be good to take care of a few things before we leave for Kentucky,” Bear said. “But keep yer eyes open.”
Stephen didn’t need the warning, but knew Bear felt better saying it.
After tending to George and the other animals, Stephen came inside, bolted all the doors, and shuttered the windows. He peered out a front window before locking the final shutter. “Bomazeen probably wouldn’t have healed enough yet to travel and it isn’t the custom of the Pennacooks to attack at night, but I’m not taking any chances.”
“I’ll feed Mary and put her to bed, then let’s sit by the fire and talk awhile,” Jane suggested, hoping for one last chance to talk him out of this.
After placing his loaded musket and pistol nearby, Stephen towed a chair up to the hearth and sat next to her. For several minutes neither spoke, as he caressed her hand and they both stared into the flames, the peaceful crackling of the fire the only sound in the room.
Stephen peered over at her, sharing his feelings with just a look. She saw so much love in his eyes, so much that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. His eyes spoke the silent but expressive language of love.
But there was so much else that did need saying. Too many questions. So many holes in her confidence. But, she couldn’t bring herself to crush his dream. Couldn’t voice the words to stop him.
“Your eyes are even more beautiful with firelight in them,” he said. “Come sit on my lap so I can see them even better.”
His voice warm and tender, she was helpless to resist. She moved to his lap, giving up hope of sharing her real thoughts. Instead, she said, “It’s not my eyes you want to see.”
“Your eyes and every other part of you,” he answered honestly. His strong hands held her waist and hips close to him.
“Every part?”
“Every,” he repeated.
Her face heated as she wrapped her arms across his chest and back, feeling solid strength beneath his shirt. It seemed impossible, given the weight on her mind, but the feel of his rock hard muscles made her ache with a deep need for him. Giving in to her body’s demands, she kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and his eyes tenderly, before ravaging his mouth not so tenderly. She felt his body respond with a surge of desire but knew he would hold himself back, letting her enjoy his unhurried affection before the fire of love consumed them both.
She should resist temptation, at least for the moment. She needed time alone with him to make him understand why she wanted to stay in her home. But against his tender assault on her body, she could mount no defense. And against his dreams,
Stephen nodded his agreement. “Good idea, but I want Sam and Bear to get them into town before dark. Get their things packed.”
Jane set out a small bag and filled it with a change of clothes for the girls then she got their faces washed, hair braided, and their traveling shoes on.
They stood ready to go in no time. “Uncle Sam and Bear are taking us to Uncle Ed’s house,” Polly cheerfully informed her father as he came into their room. “Mama says we’re overdue a visit to our cousins.”
He gave Polly a hug. “Indeed, your mother is correct. Now let’s go down and find Uncle Sam and Bear. He scooped Amy up and picked up the girls’ bag.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he yelled back to Jane to get the girls’ coats.
Bear and Sam strode out and began tightening the cinches on their already saddled horses.
“Sam, Bear, why don’t you return tomorrow after you’ve had a chance to see about your own places. I know you both left suddenly,” Stephen suggested.
Jane kissed and hugged each of the girls in their birth order, as was her custom. “Be good and mind your aunt and uncle,” she said.
“It would be good to take care of a few things before we leave for Kentucky,” Bear said. “But keep yer eyes open.”
Stephen didn’t need the warning, but knew Bear felt better saying it.
After tending to George and the other animals, Stephen came inside, bolted all the doors, and shuttered the windows. He peered out a front window before locking the final shutter. “Bomazeen probably wouldn’t have healed enough yet to travel and it isn’t the custom of the Pennacooks to attack at night, but I’m not taking any chances.”
“I’ll feed Mary and put her to bed, then let’s sit by the fire and talk awhile,” Jane suggested, hoping for one last chance to talk him out of this.
After placing his loaded musket and pistol nearby, Stephen towed a chair up to the hearth and sat next to her. For several minutes neither spoke, as he caressed her hand and they both stared into the flames, the peaceful crackling of the fire the only sound in the room.
Stephen peered over at her, sharing his feelings with just a look. She saw so much love in his eyes, so much that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. His eyes spoke the silent but expressive language of love.
But there was so much else that did need saying. Too many questions. So many holes in her confidence. But, she couldn’t bring herself to crush his dream. Couldn’t voice the words to stop him.
“Your eyes are even more beautiful with firelight in them,” he said. “Come sit on my lap so I can see them even better.”
His voice warm and tender, she was helpless to resist. She moved to his lap, giving up hope of sharing her real thoughts. Instead, she said, “It’s not my eyes you want to see.”
“Your eyes and every other part of you,” he answered honestly. His strong hands held her waist and hips close to him.
“Every part?”
“Every,” he repeated.
Her face heated as she wrapped her arms across his chest and back, feeling solid strength beneath his shirt. It seemed impossible, given the weight on her mind, but the feel of his rock hard muscles made her ache with a deep need for him. Giving in to her body’s demands, she kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and his eyes tenderly, before ravaging his mouth not so tenderly. She felt his body respond with a surge of desire but knew he would hold himself back, letting her enjoy his unhurried affection before the fire of love consumed them both.
She should resist temptation, at least for the moment. She needed time alone with him to make him understand why she wanted to stay in her home. But against his tender assault on her body, she could mount no defense. And against his dreams,
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