FIRE AND SILVER

*FIRE AND SILVER*
Part 5

Bronwyn flung herself onto her bed and screamed into her pillow, accentuating the noise every now and then with a punch. She kicked her legs in the best imitation of an infant’s tantrum until she grew tired and lay still and quiet.
He was torturing her that was the only explanation she could think of. She couldn’t understand how he could blow hot one moment – really hot – then the next turn all cold and ignore her. He was an arrogant, selfish, infuriating man and she hoped he fell off his damn horse and broke his leg.
She felt a pang of guilt at such a thought and then muttered a string of oaths that would have made Marran proud when she got angry with herself for feeling guilty. She just didn’t understand. How could he do such things to her; make her feel so alive and then dismiss her whenever anyone else was there? Was he ashamed of her? Were her advances disgusting to him? After all, what man is going to refuse it if it is freely offered?
Bronwyn turned on her back and stared at the ceiling, thoughts jumbling around in her head. When they had left the barn this morning he had immediately drew away from her and hurried off to be with his men. She knew there were preparations to be made but that didn’t mean he had the right to treat her like some annoyance.
At least when she was clothed, when she was naked he seemed to like her well enough. She sighed and sat up deciding there was no point lying here brooding about it. Standing up she decided a gallop on her horse was just the thing to blow away all thoughts of Lord Eomer and that pole he had rammed up his backside. Bronwyn smiled at that thought, Marran was definitely a bad influence on her.
Changing quickly into the divided skirt she used for riding and a warm coat she went hurriedly to the stables to saddle up her horse and ride out before anyone could stop her. As she urged her horse out the gates she unbraided her hair and urged her horse to a run so she could feel the wind through her tresses.
Her passage hadn’t gone as unnoticed as she had hoped and by the very man she was trying to forget. Eomer stood up on the wall and had seen her pass through the gate and out across the open grass, her hair flowing out behind her like a pale banner.
He paused as the fragrance of her hair came back to him bringing with it the remembered feel of her body as it moved with his. Coming to a decision he went to the stables and a few moments later he was also riding out the gates, urging his mount to a run.
From the steps of the main hall Marran watched with a slight smile on her lips, “Nobles,” she muttered with a shake of her head.
Bronwyn reined in her horse to a walk and let her find her way through the woods they were now in. She leant her head back and let the last of the sunshine warm her face, closing her eyes as she relaxed with a sigh. The gallop here had done the trick and she had forgotten her troubles for the moment.
Dismounting she tied the reins to the saddle so they wouldn’t trip the horse and sat down in the roots of a tree, her back leaning up against it’s trunk and just let her mind drift. The dappled grey she had named Cloud wandered off a short way but Bronwyn knew she wouldn’t wander off without her.
She was so deep in thought she never heard Eomer’s horse approach nor saw the way he watched her with a yearning look on his face. The ride had left her cheeks slightly flushed and her hair tumbled about her shoulders in loose waves and when she jerked around in surprise her eyes were shining. Right before they narrowed as she saw who it was and then she had the most kissable little pout he had ever seen.
Banishing such thoughts from his mind he frowned at her and said, “It’s not safe out here.”
“I’ll make sure to be careful,” she replied haughtily.
He looked at her for a moment, not certain why she was angry with him. All he had done was to try and spare her the gossip that would have surely followed if people had found out about their little trysts but she seemed to be taking that as an affront. He sighed inwardly as he watched her profile. He could tell by the stubborn tilt to her chin she wasn’t going to be quite so nice to him this time.
She looked at him in irritation as he still sat silently on his horse, “You need not stay, and I can make my own way back!”
Eomer smiled grimly as she turned away from him once more then he wheeled his horse towards her own. Cloud snorted and jerked away as Firefoot came towards her then she bolted in fright when Eomer slapped his reins down on her rump.
Bronwyn jumped to her feet when she saw her horse disappear into the trees. “What are you doing? How dare you send my horse away!”
Eomer grinned at her, “Don’t worry, she’ll make her own way home.”
Bronwyn clenched her teeth to stop from screaming at him; instead she put her nose in the air and stalked off into the trees after her horse. Eomer’s grin slipped as he watched her disappear then he cursed softly as he urged his horse after her.
Bronwyn carried on, ignoring the horse and rider that came up alongside her on the path.
“Bronwyn, you cannot walk all the way back. It is much too dangerous, especially as it will be dark soon,” Eomer said as reasonably as he could, “Give me your hand, I will take you back.”
“No,” Bronwyn said firmly. She continued walking then suddenly shrieked as two hands grabbed her under each armpit and she was forcibly lifted onto his saddle in front of her. “Let me go! How dare you!”
Eomer wrapped his arm around her to pinion her arms as she struggled to get off. He smiled at the string of curses spilling from her mouth and was secretly impressed that she knew so many.
He let go of the reins and let Firefoot take them along the path home by himself while he held his struggling captive until she wore herself out but he could sense by the rigid set of her body that she was very angry.
He wanted her to smile again like she had in the barn that morning, when she had stood naked in front of him. His arms were wrapped tightly around her pinning her arms to her chest, pressing her tight to his chest and the heat from her body along with the scent of her was too much for him.
He leant his face into her hair to smell it better but she tossed her head causing him to jerk back.
“You didn’t dislike me so much this morning. Or have you forgotten?” He murmured against her ear and he could feel her stir against him. “I haven’t forgotten it, I remember it very well.”
Bronwyn could feel her face begin to burn with embarrassment and was glad her back was to him. It was bad enough his arms were like iron bands around her holding her up against him where she could feel him his body moving as his horse moved. But when he murmured in her ear like that the sensations that coursed through her were hard to ignore made even worse by the fact he was talking about their time in the barn.
Removing one of his arms from around her he pulled back her hair from the side of her neck so he could kiss behind her ear then let the tip of his tongue run down to her shoulder. She gasped but didn’t pull away from him so he let his hand slide down her side to tug her tunic out of her skirts then slid his hand up inside to let it rest against her stomach.
Bronwyn tried to resist when he had started to kiss her neck but the closeness of him and the way he was holding her left her unable to. He had pulled her clothing down over her shoulder and was nibbling along the muscle there while his hand still lay against the sensitive skin of her belly. Arching slightly she put her head back to rest on his shoulder while she raised a hand to face.
Eomer slid his hand up from her belly to her breast where he ran his fingers lightly over the nipple until it was hard and tight. Bronwyn gasped then turned slightly so he could capture her mouth with his and he kissed her hungrily while his hand kneaded her breast more firmly. His other hand slid down inside her skirt and over her mound until his fingers parted the wet pink flesh to rub along her clitoris, the little nub of flesh already swollen.
She moaned against his mouth then gasped as his fingers slid inside and back out again. He continued a slow rhythm as she writhed under his touch. Eomer had never had a woman who responded to him the way Bronwyn did and that alone was intoxicating. That and the way she pressed her face into his neck so he could feel her breath coming in hot little gasps against his skin.
By this time they were out of the woods and he could see the lights of their home in the distance. Firefoot seemed keen to get home and began a slow canter which, added to Eomer’s probing fingers, sent the most exquisite sensations into her body. With the help of the horse’s movements her body rocked against his hand, sending his fingers deeper inside her making her cry out loudly.
Bronwyn couldn’t take much more, with his hands at her breast and her sensitive sex along with his mouth that was kissing and biting her neck and shoulders she came violently. Shuddering against him, she clutched at the strong arms holding her and kissed him as her sex flexed around his fingers.
They were almost at the gates by this time so she hurriedly adjusted her clothing and sat up straighter but Eomer pulled her back against his chest and held her there gently.
“Don’t ever be angry with me,” he whispered in her ear, tenderly kissing her cheek.
Bronwyn placed her hands on his and leant even more into him as they passed through the gates and arrived back home.