on his arse. âBloody hell, what was that for?â
âYou forgot my deer. Iâm not leaving without her.â She rolled onto her belly in an attempt to slide off Fin.
âStay put.â His hand grazed her rounded behind as he grasped her narrow waist and placed her firmly upright. He didnât miss her startled gasp, and if she happened to look down, he doubted sheâd miss what that innocent touch had done to him.
Leaves scattered beneath his angry strides. Fool , thatâs what he was for catering to her daft notions. He bent down and lifted the struggling animal into his arms, turning in time to see his men, Donald and Gavin, come crashing through the underbrush on horseback. Aidan scowled at their amused expressions, about to tell them what they could do with the comments they were bound to make. But they were too busy ogling the lass sitting astride Fin to bother with him.
He fought back a wave of possessiveness, the urge to plant his fist in their ugly mugs. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a fine pair of antlers sticking out from behind Gavin and winced.
âDonald.â He tried to gain the other manâs attention, intent on sending them on their way before the lass spotted the big buck strapped across the horseâs back. Never comfortable dealing with emotional women, he had every intention of avoiding a scene. With her head bowed, her fingers twisting in Finâs mane, sheâd yet to notice.
âAre ye noâ goinâ to introduce us to yer bonny wee friend?â Donaldâs green eyes glinted with mischief.
âLater. Here, take her.â He placed the deer in front of Donald.
âHave ye lost yer mind? In case ye havena noticed, Aidan, sheâs still alive, and,â he cried out, âkickinâ.â
At a feminine cry, Aidan turned in time to see the lass scramble off Fin.
âI will not have her ride with those . . . those murderers.â Her furious gaze locked on the buck, she limped to his side.
He sighed and placed his hands firmly upon her shoulders. âNo harm will come to yer pet. Ye have my word on it.â
He thought a man could be burned from the fiery glint in the topaz eyes she raised to his. âBut they . . . he . . .â
âProvided food for our clan, somethinâ ye denied me the satisfaction of doinâ.â He brought his face within inches of hers. âSomethinâ yeâd best noâ be remindinâ me of if ye ken whatâs good fer ye.â
âYe canna be serious, Aidan? I thought ye merely wished us to kill the beastie when we were out of the lassâs sight,â Donald protested as he struggled to keep the deer on his lap.
The lass let out an ear-piercing screech and lunged at Donald. Aidan grabbed her. With an arm around her waist, he anchored her to his chest.
âLet me go you . . . you, big ogre.â She stomped on his foot then yelped.
âFiery wee thing, isna she?â Gavin observed.
âAye,â Aidan muttered, waving them off. âHead fer home. Iâll be there shortly. Enough,â he growled in the delicate shell of her ear as she struggled to get away from him, the movement of her behind against his groin nearly more than he could bear.
Gavin caught his eye, his smirk letting Aidan know he saw he struggled with more than the lass. âMayhap I should take her, and ye the buck. She doesnaâ appear to like ye verra much.â He chuckled at the dark look Aidan shot him. âWeâre leavinâ, but doona take long or weâll come back fer ye.â
Aidan swung her under his arm and stomped to his horse. âMind where yeâre hittinâ.â He grunted when her wee fists pounding on his thighs came too close for comfort.
None-too-gently, he set her on top of Fin. As he attempted to mount, the lass swung her foot, hitting the stallion instead of her intended targetâhim. Fin reared with an angry whinny,
Jesse Rev (FRW) Christopher; Jackson Mamie; Benson Till-Mobley