Rebellious Bride by Lizbeth Dusseau Read Free Book Online

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    “There
are matters between husband and wife that need to be settled in the privacy of
our own home,” Aaron said. “I assure you, Abigail will not be running
off to you again. Now,” he said turning to his wife, “apologize to
your fam-ily .”
    The chagrined
young woman looked from her father to her husband, to the gleaming tear filled
eyes of her mother. “I . . I . . I’m so very sorry,” she said, her
face still as flushed as her bottom.
    Her father
nodded, while her mother reached out and stroked her hand briefly. Aaron,
seeing that his business in this house was done for the night, nodded to his
wife to restore her clothes. Once done, the two left Neville and Margaret McPhearson standing somewhat awestruck in their library.
    Doors were
gently closing through the house, as the young couple left, the hoopla over for
an evening, a strange feeling of finality grip ping the place. Abigail had
indeed been handed over to her husband, there would be no doubt in anyone’s
mind after this rude night.
    The silence of
their ride home was only interrupted by a few pointed comments from Aaron.
    “I should
really make you ride with your sore behind on the horse,” he said, as he
was helping her into the carriage, allowing Biscuit to be tied to the rig
behind them.
    “You have
no idea how I worried over you,” he said. “It makes me angry still to
think of it.”
    Abigail didn’t
have a response to either retort, not finding any words to speak, except a
meek, “I’m sorry.
    Much later,
after Abigail had napped a bit, her head falling naturally to her husband’s
shoulder, she was warmed to feel his hand reach out to her thigh and caress it.
Yes, she supposed he still loved her, despite her bad behavior and his wicked
temper. Maybe things would really be all right.
    Arriving home
in the wee hours before dawn, Aaron said nothing, but carried her to bed in his
arms. Between the comforting downy covers they found themselves pressed tightly
to each other, their loins locked, Aaron’s hand grip-ping her aching behind
firmly, his erection deep within her.
    To Abigail’s
satisfaction, what had apparently not been worked out with her father’s paddle
was taken care of with their loving pas sions .
Restoring a sense of order to her life with this love making, Abigail was
pleasantly exhausted at the finish, glad at last to look lov-ingly in her husband’s eyes.
    “I see
you’ve calmed, my love,” Aaron said.
    “I think
so. Though I still don’t like the idea of this move, you’ve convinced me in
many ways that I should go with you there.”
    “I’m glad
to hear that, Abby,” Aaron said. “Though I hope, you don’t think I’m
fin- ished punishing you for your foolish jaunt to
your parent’s house.”
    “Not
finished? How do you mean?” she asked, startled by his announcement.
    He reached
inside her nightgown and felt for her bottom one more time, his hand at the
moment, warm and soothing.
    “Your
shenanigans have hardly been punished enough, and you know it,” he said
sternly. “We’ll be meeting in the barn in the morning to finish what I
could only begin under your father’s roof.”
    “Aaron,
no!” she wailed her indignation.
    “Abigail,
yes,” he stated firmly. His eyes narrowing, his jaw as firm as ever, he
silenced her with the look, so that she turned away from him, and remained
awake a long time, thinking how unfair it was. Certainly her crime should have
been absolved by now.
    The husband
and wife ate their breakfast in a gloomy quiet, brought on by the pending
feeling of doom Abigail was feeling in her heart.
    “Haven’t
you chastised me enough, total- ly humiliating me in
front of my family last night,” she said sulking?
    “Chastised
enough?” Aaron looked at her, astounded she should think such a thing.
    “Why yes.
I merely did what any young woman would do under the circumstances, sought the
comfort of my mother. You can hard- ly find fault in
that,” she sassed.
    “You
petulant