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as I do.” Matthew cupped his privates and winked, making her laugh.
    “Do you really think that’s all it was?” She sat down in front of her little looking glass to undo her hair.
    Matthew stretched out on the bed and propped himself up on one arm. “He’s not yet sixteen and, aye, he’s a lad of much heart – we both know that – but he’s also of an age when your member is beginning to itch, when at times there’s no blood left in your head on account of it all being down below your waist.” He fondled himself, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “Jacob has known for several months that he and Betty were to wed eventually, and there’s a fondness between them. He wouldn’t have done it unless he cared for her. Unfortunately, he didn’t care enough for her not to.”
    “Or he was too young to understand that.”
    “Aye, not quite sixteen is a wee bit too young.” He caught her eye in the mirror. “Forty-nine, however, is not too young.”
    “Not too old either, I can see.” She smiled and set the brush down. Fluidly, she stood, drew the shift over her head, and came over to the bed.
    She basked in the glow of his admiring eyes. She loved the warmth of his hands, the words he murmured in her ear. Even more, she loved how he groaned at her touch, how his thighs tensed, how the muscles of his abdomen hardened. His hot exhalations tickled her skin, his kisses left trails of searing heat on her body. She kissed him back; she slid her hands over his shoulders, down his belly to his groin. Matthew quivered and closed his eyes, his buttocks bunching.
    “No more, Alex.” He lifted his head off the pillow to throw her a burning look, gripped her shoulders, and lifted her upwards. “I don’t want your hands, I want—” Whatever he wanted, she drowned in a kiss.
    With a grunt, he rolled her over. He filled her, and she widened her legs to accommodate him. He rose on his arms, she clung to his hips, relishing the size of him, the sensation of being possessed by her man.
    “I love you.” He held still and she groaned out loud. “Don’t you love me?” he asked, and she could hear the laughter in his voice.
    “Oh, for God’s sake,” she panted. “You know I do, you stupid man! Now will you please… ah!” There, at last! He drove into her with exquisite force until all she could think of was him, him, him.
    “Definitely not too old,” she stated some minutes later. Her pulse had reverted to a more normal pace, but her body was covered in sweat.
    He smoothed at her hair. “I don’t think I’ll ever be – not for this.”
    “I sincerely hope not,” she said.

Chapter 4
    “Not again,” Alex muttered, throwing an irritated glance up the lane.
    “Long time since the last one.” Mrs Parson shrugged before bustling off to prepare something to drink and eat for their unbidden guests.
    Alex made a face. Mrs Parson was right: the impromptu visits from militia troops were, thank heavens, becoming rarer now that some kind of peace had been re-established between colonists and Indians. In Alex’s opinion, the men who still rode in militia companies were the scavengers of this world, more out to feather their own nests than to uphold any kind of peace, but the rules of common courtesy prevailed, and so Alex stepped into her yard to welcome the dozen or so men who were riding down their lane.
    It was years since Alex had laid eyes on Philip Burley, but she knew him immediately. Older, gaunter, but still with that lock of hair that fell forward over his face, giving him an air of mischievousness belied by the coldness of his light grey eyes. He bowed, his mouth curling into an amused smile at what she assumed to be her aghast expression. With an effort, she closed her mouth.
    “Did you hope I had died?” he asked, dismounting.
    “Yes, but at least I wished you a quick and painless death – you know, falling off your horse and breaking your neck or something.”
    Philip Burley laughed, eyes doing a