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“I think you might need these,” he said handing both to Gavan.
Her new husband tucked both into the saddle bags he had tossed over his shoulder and led her to the livery stable, where he swung up on his big Appaloosa.
Another man, the fair one from the trial, the one who seemed to be her new husband’s opposite and opposing force, held a buckskin and a bay packhorse. The other man handed her a parcel.
Her husband quirked an eyebrow at him.
“She isn’t going to wear trousers. Those are meant for a man, and she’s anything but manly,” he answered the unverbalized question. “Ye know, as well as I do, that every man in that courtroom was looking at her feminine bits.”
“Ye have to admit, her feminine bits are enchanting, so ye canna blame them.”
“Aye, but she’s ours now, and I’ll nay have other men coveting what’s ours.”
Gavan laughed. “Are ye daff? Just because you put a skirt over it doesn’t mean men aren’t going to look and imagine themselves between her thighs.”
Elizabeth tried to punch him, and he, once again, used her own inertia to redirect her energy and landed several more swats on her bottom, making her dance.
“Enough, Lizzie. Yer a beautiful woman, and some men are always thinking about getting between a pretty girl’s legs.”
“Only some?” Elizabeth asked, sarcastically.
Gavan smacked her backside again. “I said enough, Lizzie. Ye watch yer mouth, lass, or I’ll find some soap and water to wash it out for ye. And, aye, some. Men like Caelan and me, once we’re wed, we no longer look at any other woman. But we’ll look at you plenty.”
“Aye,” started the fair-haired man, “and we’ll do more than look and imagine. We’ll be the ones who spend a fair amount of time there fucking yer cunny and yer arse to our heart’s content.”
“Caelan bought these for ye, Lizzie, go into that stall and get changed.”
“I won’t.”
“Ye will, or ye’ll get another spanking and ride to our camp in yer chemise and bloomers. Cae is right, ye’ll nay wear trousers anymore.”
Elizabeth snatched the parcel and stomped to the far back stall, followed by the man she now knew as Caelan. Entering the stall, she whirled on him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Gavan’s had his hands on yer naked backside, I think it’s only fair I get a look at ye, as well.”
“Arrrggghhh!” She snarled, turning her back and changing her clothes.
He held out his hand to her.
She flung the trousers in his face.
Like Gavan, he reacted surprisingly fast and in a similar way. He bent her over his thigh and walloped her behind several times.
“Settle down, Lizzie, or ye’ll need more pillows than we have to cushion yer bottom when Gavan takes yer maidenhead.”
He folded the trousers over the stall door, took hold of her upper arm, and led her back to the main portion of the stables where Gavan waited, already seated on his horse.
“Yer right, Gav, she’s got a bountiful arse for spanking. I can only imagine what it’ll be like to fuck. Good thing that, once we’re back at home, I won’t have to imagine it.” He took Elizabeth over to Gavan, grasped her around the waist, and handed her up to him. “Up ye get.”
She struggled and wiggled. The feel of his male member hardening caused a momentary bout of panic, causing her to wriggle and squirm.
“Enough, Lizzie. Either ye ride in front of me sitting in my lap, or face down across it.”
She said nothing but settled.
The other man mounted the buckskin and, picking up the lead of the bay, headed out.
As they rode, Gavan began to unbutton the buttons of her shirt. When she slapped at his hands, he produced a small length of rope and simply bound them behind her back.
