The Marshal's Rebellious Bride (33 page)

She tilted up her chin. “I’ll get there as soon as I
can.”

Horace fled as fast as he could move. “I’ll tell him.”

Morgan slammed the door and turned to face her, but she
was already thinking about what she’d need to take with her. She’d never worked
with a bear before, but she knew Hound Dog’s bear. He was pretty tame. And now
he was suffering. She really hated that.

“You are
not
going to doctor some damn bear!” Morgan commanded. “What the hell is he doing
with a bear anyway? Damn fool.”

“I’m going and that’s that.” She tossed off the duster
and hurried toward the bedroom. He would follow her, she knew that, but she’d
made her decision.

He grabbed her just as she was reaching for her
britches. He spun her around to face him. “You’re not risking your life to
doctor a bear. I just can’t allow it.”

She saw the fear for her in his eyes, heard it in his
voice. While she was still mad at him, she understood. She worried about him,
too. She reached up to touch his stubbled jaw. “I have to do this, Morgan. He’s
suffering and I know I can help him.”

He ground his jaw and blew out a deep breath. “On two
conditions.”

She had a feeling she wouldn’t particularly like his
conditions, but clearly they would be making a lot of compromises in their
marriage. She supposed she was okay with that.
As long as he
gave in a little, too.

As she nodded agreement, he said, “First, that I’m
going with you and if that damn bear even looks at you wrong, I’ll put him
down.”

When she pursed her lips in disapproval, he continued
on, “Second, I’m going to spank you good for insisting upon this when you know
I’m against it.”

“Now or later?” she asked, annoyed that he appeared
determined to punish her for this.

“Later, I suppose.” He turned to get dressed in a
hurry, obviously afraid she would get dressed first and leave without him.

* * *

Nearly half a day later Whiskey sat irritated on the
wagon seat. She didn’t want to get down. Something unpleasant would be
happening soon, too soon. But Morgan hurried around to her side and simply
picked her up and plunked her on her feet. He frowned at the bandage wrapped
around her forearm from where the bear had scratched her. It had taken all her
skills at persuasion to convince her furious husband not to shoot the bear who
had only swiped at her by accident. Injured or not, she was going to face his
determined punishment.

One of the ranch hands walked up and looked like he
wished he hadn’t when Morgan glowered in his direction. “Take care of the
horse, put the wagon away.” He nudged her toward the house. “I got business to
tend to.”

She stomped off, hissing over her shoulder, “Did you
have to say that? You know what he’s going to think.”

“That I’m upset with my wife? That I’m planning on
heating up her bottom? He’d be right then.”

She sped along and wondered why in the world she’d
married this stubborn man. “I should have just let you leave town,” she
grumbled as she jerked open the front door.

“But I’m here and you married me.” He nudged her
toward the parlor and the settee. “You promised to love, honor and
obey
me. Everyone in town heard you say
those words. Now, again, you’re going to experience what happens when you
choose
not
to obey me.”

She stopped to look at him in challenge. “I told you
before we left that I’d accept your spanking when we got home. How is that
not
obeying you?”

He sat down and tugged her in front of him. “I hadn’t
really planned on spanking you right then. I was testing you.”

He reached to undo her britches and she stiffened. “I
changed my mind, though, when you decided not to let me in the room with you
and that damn bear. When you locked me out.”

She sucked in her stomach as his fingers brushed her
skin when he pulled the britches down to her knees. She hadn’t wasted time
putting on drawers, so she stood there partially naked and somewhat
embarrassed. “You owe the hotel a new door, too. You didn’t have to bust it
down.”

“Bend over.” He patted his lap. When she didn’t move,
he tugged her over his lap. “That’ll cost you.”

Whiskey settled into place and flattened her palms on
the floor. Her braid whipped around to hit her in the chin. “I’ll be standing
to eat supper and sleeping on my stomach anyway.”

“That you will.” Then he got right down to proving her
right. His big hand flew up and down in a room-echoing Smack!

“
Yeow
!” She wriggled and
then determined to take whatever he intended to give her. Not happily, but
she’d take it.

He spanked her long and hard, covered every inch of
her bottom. When she threw a hand protectively back, he captured it and held it
pinned to her back. Then he spanked her even harder. He didn’t say another word
and she took the spanking as best she could. She’d finally realized he was
spanking her not only for disobeying and scaring him today, but also for nearly
getting killed when Marino had taken her. He had a lot of fear for her built up
inside him and seemed to need this release. So she endured.

Finally she was wriggling for all she was worth and
kicking as well. Her quiet sobs had turned to a scream of misery. “I’m
sorrrrry
!
Ohhhhh
please. I’m
soooo
sorrrry
.”

His hand stilled on her bottom with the final Smack!
Then before she could even recover, he pulled her to her feet and sat her on
his lap. She yelped at the immediate pain that caused and then looked into his
tear-filled eyes.

“God, Angelina, I love you so damn much.”

Ignoring the tears on her face and the fact that he’d
just royally burned her bottom, she gasped, “I love you, too.”

“I want to make love to you,” he said huskily,
breathing raggedly.

“Maybe later?” She wanted him, too, but…

He nodded. “I’ll settle for a kiss then for now.”
Which she gladly
accepted.

When he eased back again and wiped at her tears, he
said thoughtfully, “We’re going to have a hell of a marriage, aren’t we, my
rebellious bride?”

She shrugged, knowing she’d spend a lot of time over
his knee getting spanked in the years to come. But she loved the big, gruff man
anyway.

The End

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