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reached around, threading his fingers through her curly private hair, and found her clit. He lunged into her balls-deep, while brushing that pleasure button, and she screamed, this time in passion, her pussy clamping down on him, causing cum to shoot out his cock as strong and as true as a bullet out of a peacemaker.
    All tuckered out from the fighting and the lovin’, Justice rested for a spell on his trembling wife, his body bent over hers, his cock remaining inside her pussy, his cheek caressed by the silk of her pink dress. “Di, you all right?” He didn’t know what he’d do if she said no.
    “More than all right.” She made a mewling, satisfied noise like a baby kitten with a belly full of milk. “I love you, Justice.”
    She loved him. Those were words Justice hadn’t heard since his ma and pa were shot full of lead by a lynch mob of half-breed haters, and hearing them now from Di’s purty lips made his eyes burn something fierce. He couldn’t say nothin’ ’cause his mind wasn’t on speaking terms with his mouth, all his thinking on her loving him. His Di loved him.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    The next three days were spent getting to know her new husband better, and meeting the townsfolk. As she now had her parlor full of guests, she should have spent some of that time redecorating. The room was plain, leaning toward the masculine, with not the tiniest splash of pink breaking up the dark woods and brown walls.
    To rectify that deficiency, Diana showed Harriet, Caroline, and Laura her new pink bonnet, the brim covered with an array of silk flowers and ribbons. “Isn’t it darling? Justice gave it to me, deciding upon the style himself.” Her other bonnet had been found flattened in the lane, covered with blood and dirt.
    “He did?” That drew a smile from the sad-eyed Harriet. “Carver, you see this bonnet? Sheriff decided upon the style himself.”
    Carver, Harriet’s brother and the leader of their wolf-people band, looked over. “I see.” His smile didn’t reach his coal black eyes. Carver was a serious man, and he frightened Diana a little, although he had treated her with a careful respect, taking his hat off and waiting to be seated until she was settled on the settee.
    The rest of the men were outside, doing whatever it was men did, having filled up on punch and molasses cookies. The cookies had turned out crisper than she’d have liked, the bottoms as black as Carver’s hair, but her guests had enjoyed them, Laura even commenting on how she’d never tasted cookies like them before.
    That had given Diana some comfort, as she wanted to make a good impression on them. They were part of Justice’s mysterious wolf world, and she was determined to show him she could fit into that part of his life also.
    “He knew I’d like it.” Diana smiled. Justice hadn’t said as much, silently handing the hatbox to her, but she knew that was what he had been thinking. “We have a connection,” she shared with her new friends, grateful to have other females to talk to.
    “I understand.” Harriet nodded solemnly. “Some folks think a wolf can’t have a connection with a human, but those folks are wrong.” Her brown eyes flicked in her brother’s direction.
    “Exactly.” Diana beamed. “I dreamed of Justice long before I met him. That was the reason I came out west, and I don’t --” The front door slammed open, and boots rang on the wooden floor. “That must be him now.” She hadn’t expected him home so soon. Justice normally joined her later for their midday meal, and if he could spare the time, a quick fuck. “If you’ll excuse me.” She rose as gracefully as she could to her feet, Carver also standing as a gentleman should.
    Justice filled the doorway to the parlor, his grim expression communicating his displeasure, his hands on the handles of his revolvers. “What’s the meaning of this?” he demanded.
    “We have visitors, husband.” She smiled up at him, touching