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Warmth flooded her channel. She enjoyed the sound of his throaty growl of pleasure as his cock pulsed inside her filling her with his seed.

Afterward, Verity lay entwined in Jake’s arms, flummoxed and delighted in equal measures. With labored breath and her mind full of wonder, she mused on the fact she’d had no idea that such pleasure had awaited her in her marriage bed.

Chapter Six

Verity was a truly contented wife. Jake had explained that Megan hadn’t much enjoyed the conjugal side of married life. A fact she was at a loss to understand, until he explained that Megan had been taught by her mother that it was sinful for a good woman to experience pleasure in the marriage bed. Jake explained that Megan had always been racked by guilt when she’d culminated during lovemaking, and no amount of reassurance on his part could dislodge his wife’s preconceptions.

For Verity those precious moments alone while she writhed beneath him in pleasure at night, were the highlight of her day.

When Jake was away working on the ranch, she worried about the murderer returning to the scene of his crime.

“Jake, supposing the man who killed Megan comes back?” she asked him one morning after he returned from taking the girls to school. She’d been alone inside the house and she’d felt afraid.

“Did I mention my brother was a lawman hereabouts? Ned’s been gone several months. I’m pretty sure he took off on the trail of the man who killed Megan. Tell you what, darlin’, how about I give you lessons with my Remington rifle; would that help you feel safer?”

She slipped her arms about his waist and laid her head on his chest. “Yes, thank you, it would.”

He kept his promise, and every day after he’d dropped the twins at school he’d return and take her back where he taught her how to shoot.

Verity’s confidence grew as she began to regularly hit her mark.

Jake hung the rife on the wall, where she could reach it quickly, should she need a weapon.

Days passed, she settled down to enjoy keeping house and caring for her new family. Any thoughts she’d entertained that her husband could be responsible for Billy Tucker’s death she firmly quashed.

Being stepmother to the girls came naturally to her and she quickly came to love both girls. However, she was not at all happy with the way the new school master punished the children so readily. He seemed to be too eager to use the cane.

One girl in particular seemed to be constantly punished. This more than upset Verity, for she knew that Alma was a good girl, but one who struggled to recognise her letters. In her opinion, what the child needed was encouragement, not punishment. Eventually Alma’s mother approached Verity after school, and suggested that they set up school for girls only. There were many unhappy parents with daughters now unwilling to return to school where harsh discipline was the new regime, and girls were treated as secondary to the boys in class.

Verity decided to discuss the issue with Jake. She waited until she’d tucked the twins up in their beds before she raised the issue. Yet when she explained the problem, Jake seemed wholly unconcerned.

His argument was that since the girls hadn’t shown any physical harm from the occasional smacks they’d received in school; he didn’t want her to interfere. He was at pains to point out that actions in life had consequences. He said that the twins needed to learn this harsh lesson because life was cruel and they must toughen up. It turned into their first real disagreement. When Jake wouldn’t countenance her plea to speak with the schoolmaster, she’d cussed him and flounced from the room. Marching into their bedroom, she slammed the door so hard that solid though the ranch house was, the walls actually shook.

Angrily she muttered as she changed into her nightgown and washed. Sitting at the dressing table brushing out her hair, she saw the door open in the mirror and Jake entered the room.

“Come here.” His voice sounded deeper and colder than his usual tone. Giving her hair a final brush, she set it back on the table top.

“No, bring me your hairbrush.”

She stared at him, perplexed. “Why?”

He frowned. “Please do as I ask, Mrs. Calhoun.”

“Mrs. Calhoun, really?” She pulled a face at such silly formality, but nevertheless picking up the brush, she handed it to him.

“Remember I mentioned that actions that have consequences which we discussed earlier?”

She nodded, frowning.

“Well, they also apply to you. I demand respect from my wife. Verity, you promised me in your wedding vows, before God and witnesses, to obey me. Shouting and dripping scorn at me when I don’t agree with you over something, is not respectful, and that behavior will never be left unpunished.”

She blanched and stepped back. Jake was holding her brush, smacking it gently into the palm of his hand. Surely, he wasn’t thinking of using it on her?

“I apologise for yelling at you, dear, but you should listen to me. I am a school mistress and I know the best way to teach children right from wrong. I don’t think you quite understand. It seems to me that you’re not actually capable of appreciating the problem. Perhaps if I explain again but more calmly this time?”

“That’s enough!”

“Excuse me?”

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