This time she did bring his head up and kissed him hotly for the words he spoke. "I cannot ask for more."
She smiled when he kissed her nipples, making her ache for more.
But now that he'd had her, all of her, she rolled him over and began making love to him. It shocked him and pleased him. Her aggressive possession of him made his heart swell.
The shy way she kissed his hard nipples made her smile against him.
But when her hand drifted down to his shaft, he jerked to attention, his hands softly covering her round hips. He put no pressure there, as she was quite busy pleasuring him.
"Hey, take her and get it over with will ya, the rest of us need some sleep." A man shouted not far from their blankets.
Snow Bird came to lay on top of him and simply kissed him as he guided himself inside her once more. He kept kissing her all through the most magnificent orgasm, so she wouldn't moan too loudly. All the while his thumbs went to caress her nipples, and he heard her sigh through the kisses with satisfaction, as they were joined in every way.
His love was so gentle, so caring, she knew how she felt now. Matt Younger was her husband, and he had claimed her as his. He admitted he loved her, and her heart ached to be with him always.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they finally went to sleep.
The next morning the temperature dropped to below freezing and it was a job keeping the fires in the stoves going it was so cold. Thankfully they had plenty of stacked firewood. It was just another job that everyone took turns tending to so that the winter was not so harsh. But the snow didn't let up for days and unable to do much outside it got crowded in the huge cabin. When men couldn't get outside, they got antsy and grumbled more. There were not enough women to dissipate their restlessness, Snow Bird observed.
Margaret came to see her the next day. "I see your man got back alright."
"Yes, he did."
"Good. How long you two been married."
"Not long."
"I could tell. Haven't seen two people go at it so much since I was a young bride." She chuckled.
"I am sorry." Snow Bird blushed. "I have such feelings for my husband…"
"Don't be sorry about that hon. He's your husband, you love him all you can. You never know how long you have with them."
"What happened to your husband?" Snow Bird heard the sadness in the woman's voice and looked with concern.
"He died during an Indian raid. They were Lakota's. We were stuck in a fort, and most of the soldiers died. When he was hit with a tomahawk, I tried to save him, but it hit nearly right at his heart. I loved that man so. He was such a good man. That was five years ago, and the pain of losing him is still in my heart."
Snow Bird frowned, "I am sorry. Is that why you didn't like me when I first came? Because I'm Indian?"
"It brought back a few memories, I'll admit." Margaret sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, but now that I've gotten to know you there will be no more thinking about that."
"I am so sorry."
"It wasn't you. I soon realized that." Margaret looked over at Matt. "He's a right nice-looking young fella, your man. You love him truly, you hear me. You never know…"
"I will…" Snow Bird smiled, touched her shoulder and went back to her stove.
The black woman eyed her suspiciously, still. The men all seemed to like her because she slept with many of them. Snow Bird tried not to judge her, as she felt she had no right.
Chapter Nine
A blizzard hit not long after and the snow piled high around the cabin. The temperature dr
opped a good fifteen degrees, and nothing moved outside. Instead evergreens cradled huge clumps of snow in their long branches, making them appear almost as angels.
The roofs were heavy with snow, the room darkened even more with the weight of it. Until the temperature rose there would be no more leaks, as it was frozen.
The cold wind whistled through the boards of the cabin. Men took turns chopping wood for the fires too. Several of the men got together to make a path so they could get out. Hunting had produced little food the past few days. Animals were hibernating in this weather and it would be hard to bring a meaty meal to the table.