She kicked him as hard as she could and would have tumbled if he hadn't caught her around the waist with his free arm. Furious couldn't begin to measure her anger, and he was smiling suddenly.
"How about we get some sleep?" he said almost conversationally as he dodged another kick.
She laughed suddenly at the insanity around her. "My crazy grandfather hates me, and I'm tied to a madman who throws away the only knife. This has definitely not been my day. Maybe if I go to sleep, I'll wake up and find this has all been a bad dream."
He shoved his hand until his fingers locked with hers. Now the leather at their wrists no longer dug into their skin. "Daniel was right” He laughed. "He said if I'd stop chasing you, you'd come right to me. Truce?"
She was too tired to argue. "Truce.”
They knelt together, keeping their hands locked. When she would have slipped farther against the saddle, he stopped. "I can't lie on my side with my holster still belted.” She glared at him.
He tried to pull the buckle with one hand, but it didn't give. "Help me out?"
Frowning, she followed instructions, and the holster swung from his waist. They lowered, facing each other, and he placed his weapon right behind her so that it would be in easy reach if he needed it.
"Afraid I'll kill you in your sleep?"
"Maybe.” He smiled. "Last time we were married, you shot me."
She almost laughed. "That wasn't a marriage; that was an auction. Besides, if I killed you, my grandfather would probably make me drag your body around until it rotted.”
He placed his hand on her hip. "That's one reason for keeping me alive.”
She shoved his hand away. "Don't touch me."
"But you're my wife. I married you twice."
"The first one doesn't count, and you know it, and this one is my grandfather's idea of a joke. I'll talk to him in the morning and get him to change his mind”
Drum put his hand back where he obviously thought it belonged. "He gave you to me, but you're right, nothing is going to happen tonight. I want both hands free when I make love to you” He tugged, suddenly pulling her against him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you, honey, just the way you like it” She opened her mouth to object, and his lips moved over hers. When she struggled. their bodies only seemed to press closer together. His kiss was warm and hungry and wild. And, she realized, he was right. It was just the way she'd always wanted to be kissed.
Something deep inside her shattered, like a wall she'd stored all her emotions and feelings behind. It crumbled. She shook as she lost hold of all her control. He held her to him as if he knew what was happening to her. His body moved over her, holding her to the earth as his kiss demanded she respond.
And she did. She kissed him back.
He raised his head, wanting to see her face as she gulped for air after the kiss. Her breasts were pushing against him with every breath, and her eyes were on fire with need.
He smiled and lowered slowly back over her. This time his kiss was long and meant to drive her beyond all thought.
When he pulled away once more, she lay panting beside him and made no protest as he moved his hand beneath her jacket and over her breasts.
"No one has ever kissed me like that," she said, feeling his fingers grip her breast each time she breathed. "No one-"
"Hush now," he whispered against her ear. "I'm just getting started. Think of this as your first lesson in being alive”
When his lips moved over her again, the kiss was gentle. She sighed with the tenderness of it and let him continue for a while before her hand moved into his hair and pulled hard, demanding the kiss turn once more to fire.
The campfire burned low before they both grew too exhausted to continue. He'd kissed her thoroughly, and his free hand roamed over her body now, feeling wherever he wanted without her protest. But he hadn't undressed her, not even opening her blouse as he had in the stairwell.
She wouldn't have stopped him; in fact, she would have welcomed his hands moving across her flesh, but he'd only kissed her.
He covered her shoulder with his arm. "Go to sleep, now, wife."
"I'm not…" She was too tired to argue.
"Yes you are, Sage” His lips moved from her ear to her cheek. "You're my woman. You always have been."
She was too much into sleep to answer, but she felt his mouth cover hers once more in a featherlight kiss. Then he reached and slit the rawhide binding their hands and twisted her so that she could sleep with him holding her as she cuddled against his side.
CHAPTER 33
DRUM HEARD A TWIG SNAP A MOMENT BEFORE HE felt someone grab him from behind and toss him in the air as if he were no more than a bale of hay.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing!" Teagen roared as he stormed toward Drum with his fists ready for combat. "I should have beaten you to death when I caught you stealing horses.”
Drum scrambled to his feet and managed to dodge Teagen's first two punches.
"I wasn't stealing horses," he yelled, knowing Teagen wouldn't listen. Ears were a waste of flesh on the whole McMurray family. "And I'll not fight you”
The man was a charging bear. "You had your hands all over my sister. You're going to pay in blood for that.”
Drum backed away, trying to stay out of the way of two hundred pounds of fury. He saw Sage out of the corner of his eye. She looked so beautiful stretching and rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her brother's yelling evidently wasn't something she found alarming.
"Morning, Teagen," she said as if her brother wasn't on the warpath. "Leave Drum alone." She stood and straightened her clothes. "Any chance you brought some of Martha's muffins for breakfast?"
Teagen paid her no mind. "I'm going to kill Roak. Maybe we can fry him up for breakfast. I saw how he was touching you” He made another swing and caught Drum on the jaw, sending him rolling.
Drum got back to his feet. "I'm not going to fight you. Teagen, so stop hitting me.”
"Why not? Are you a coward as well as a thief? If so, I'll make you eat that badge you're dishonoring.” He charged again, but Drum was fifteen years younger. He might not be as big, but he was much faster on his feet. "Stand still and fight me, damn it. Roak."
Sage finally woke up enough to realize that her big brother might truly be trying to hurt Drum. "Stop trying to kill your new brother-in-law.”
Just as Teagen's head turned toward his sister, Drum's fist connected with Teagen's middle, and the giant folded, dropping to one knee as he let out a low groan.
"Stop it, Drum. Don't you dare hit my brother.”
"He called me a coward.” Drum said, still standing ready to fight. "There are some things a man can't take, even from his wife's brother.”
As Teagen rose, his fist swung at Drum's face, knocking him back a few feet.
Sage rolled her eyes and stepped between the two men. "I've had enough of this. Both of you stop!"
They now both looked ready to fight, but neither would push her out of the way in order to get on with it.
"I didn't start this fight” Drum said almost calmly, "but I might finish it.”
"You started it by handling my sister, and you won't be conscious at the finish?"
She knew better than to even suggest that either of them say they were sorry. "Teagen. Grandfather went crazy last night and married us. He bound us together. We had to sleep side by side.”
Teagen drew a long breath. He still glared at Drum, but at least his fists were no longer raised. "What binding?"
Sage looked down as if she'd just figured out that they were no longer tied together.
"I cut the rawhide last night so she could sleep easier?"
Drum offered in explanation, but she didn't look pleased. Before she asked, he answered, "I carry two knives. I just forgot about the other until you were asleep”
Now she stormed at hint "You're a liar." She turned to her brother. "Go ahead and kill him. I don't care. I'd rather be a widow again than married to a liar."