Chieftain (Historical Romance) by Nan Ryan

hear the male voices lifting and lowering and knew that at any moment they might come back in and catch her furiously riding her new blond lover.
    That very real possibility had made the fast, frantic coupling all the more exciting. If they had been caught, she would have been packed off to Europe to join the cold, uncaring mother she truly disliked, and poor Captain Wilde’s military career would be over.
    The danger had been downright delicious.
    Lois was snapped back to the present when Wilde abruptly lowered her skirts and said, his forehead wrinkling, “Jesus, I hear a dog barking!”
    “So? You said yourself if anyone happened by they would see only the parked carriage. They’ll just suppose that we’ve gone for a walk. Everyone knows that you and I are out for a ride this afternoon with my father’s blessing.”
    It wastrue.
    They had waved to several acquaintances on their way out of the fort. Lois was clever. She knew how to take full advantage of any opportunity.
    It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, but her father was tied up with the fort’s Indian agent. She had interrupted the two and complained that she was “bored to tears.” The colonel understood and sympathized and suggested she go for a walk. He said he would enlist his aide-de-camp to escort her so that she would be safe. She promptly told her father that she had a better idea; she would like to take a nice, long carriage ride. It was such a warm, lovely day and she really hadn’t seen much of the fort. Her indulgent father had quickly agreed.
    And now she and her lover were at the far southern edge of the big reservation, enjoying the warm, still day.
    “That barking dog is getting closer,” said Wilde nervously.
    Lois laughed off his concern. She lifted her skirts back up and provocatively parted her legs. Then she looked into Daniel Wilde’s eyes and commanded, “Take me, Danny. Take me now, lest I change my mind.”
    Wilde nodded and fumbled anxiously with the buttons of his trousers. Lois laughed and helped him. When he moved between her spread legs, he murmured, “Lois, Lois, you thrill me like no woman ever has.”
    “Even morethan your little wife down in Texas?” she taunted.
    “More than any other woman.”
    “That’s so sweet,” she whispered, then softly sighed, wishing that he thrilled her more than any other man.
    He didn’t.
    At first he had excited her. But their relationship was rapidly growing stale. Lately there were occasions when Danny was thrusting into her and grunting with exertion that she had to stifle a yawn of sheer boredom. Their lovemaking had taken on a too familiar pattern. She easily anticipated every move before it was made. He was not particularly imaginative.
    “Lois, my love, yes, yes.” He was panting hard as he hammered into her.
    He was, she knew, already on the verge of climax. How predictable. How tiresome. How disappointing. She wanted more than he was capable of giving. She wanted a powerful but controlled lover who could hold an erection until she had tired of playing.
    The handsome, half-naked Shanaco instantly flashed into her mind. Lois closed her eyes and envisioned the dangerous, copper-skinned Comanche chieftain taking her. Forcing her to be his sexual captive. Keeping her locked up and naked. Making fierce animal love to her hour upon hour.
    “Aah!” Daniel Wilde groaned out his release.
    Lois sighedwith disgust.
    And Maggie Bankhead, out for a romp with her dog on this warm Sunday afternoon, topped a rise, saw a parked carriage rocking violently and heard a man moan loudly as if in pain.
    “Shh!” she warned Pistol, snapping her fingers to keep him silent. Puzzled at first, then horrified as she recognized the buggy and the terrible truth dawned, Maggie spun about and raced back the way she had come, desperate to get away, to not be seen or heard.
    For a half mile, Maggie, barefoot, ran as fast as her weak legs would carry her. Soon she got a painful stitch in her side and had to