Kyle's Modern Montana Bride (The New Montana Brides Book 6) (6 page)

chapter Eleven

The Relationship Changes

The suite was on the third floor, it had two bedrooms and a small kitchen. “This is nice,” Susannah said, as she looked around. “You were alone, why did you get such a big room?”

“It was the only thing they had, and I was too tired to go looking for another. They have a great breakfast here. I don’t know about the restaurant, though. I ordered room service last night.

“Would you like to go downstairs and eat, or have room service?” he asked.

“You’re tired and your ribs probably hurt, so why don’t we eat in?”

“Okay, the room service menu is on the table in the kitchen. Why don’t you pick out something and call it in. Whatever you pick is okay with me,” he said.

“Take off your shirt,” she ordered, “I want to see how it looks.”

“You just want to see my hairy chest.”

“That too,” she said.

“Hey, don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”

“I simply spoke the truth. If you choose to think it's funny, that’s your problem.” she said, smiling, as she unbuttoned the shirt.

“She gasped. “ Oh my God, that’s horrible.”

“My chest or the ribs,” he asked.

“Now who’s being funny? There are visible bruises. I hate to think what it is like under the tape. When do you go back to have it retaped?”

“The doc told me to come to Outpatient tomorrow, and they’ll take another picture.”

A knock on the door, and a voice called out, “Room service.”

“Saved by the bellhop,” Kyle said.

Susannah went to the door, and let the bellhop in. “Just put it on the table,” said. She turned to Kyle, “Do you want me to sign for it?”

“Go ahead, and add the tip in too.”

The bellhop left, Susannah began removing the domes covering the food and Kyle took two plates from the cabinet by the sink.

“Would milady like wine with her dinner?” he asked.

“She would,” Susannah replied.

“White or white. It’s all we have.”

“I’ll take the white,” she said.

“Excellent choice. I believe I will have the same.”

Susannah put napkins by the plates, and sat down. Kyle found two wine glasses in the cabinet, and poured the wine. When he put her wine on the table, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head upward, then leaned over and kissed her, a soft tender kiss.

“Mm, that was nice,” she said.

Kyle held his glass up, she did the same. “Here’s to good luck tomorrow. I pray it’s not him,” he toasted.

“Hear! Hear!” she said softly.

She had ordered a New York Strip with baked potato for him and a small filet with baked potato for herself. Each had a small salad.

As they ate, Kyle said, “This is the first good food I’ve had since you fixed dinner the other night.”

“It is good,” she said. “Maybe it’s the good company.”

“I can’t remember when I’ve had better,” he said.

“Why thank you, sir.”

“I was talking about the food,” he said.

“If you didn’t have broken ribs already, I would break a couple for you.” she said.

“You’re making me laugh again. Have you no mercy?”

“You started it,” she said.

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

She stood and began rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. Kyle touched her on the shoulder, and said, “Susannah?”

She turned to face him and moved into his embrace. He kissed her on the lips, feeling the sparks of electricity shoot between them. She tightened her arms around him, and felt him tense. “I’m sorry, she said, and immediately stepped back. I hurt you, didn’t I?”

“It was worth it,” he said.

“I think that is about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she said.

Sitting on the sofa, she asked, “Where are we going with this?”

“Where would you like for it to go?”

“There you go, answering a question with a question again,” she said.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said.”

“Would you hurt me,” she asked.

Certainly not on purpose,” he said.

“Then let’s just see where it leads us.”

He kissed her again. She parted her lip and the tip of his tongue touched hers. She responded eagerly as he explored the velvety interior. Soft moans escaped her throat, as he pulled back and kissed the tender skin where her neck joined her shoulders.

“Whew, is it warm in here, or is it me?” she asked, fanning herself with her hand.

“The temperature has definitely risen a bit,” he said.

Her hands traced the outline of his face, as if she was memorizing it to be pulled out some time in the future. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and snuggled as close as she could. “You’re a good guy, Kyle.”

“You’re not so bad, yourself. You’re the one that has taken care of my son all of these years.”

“Zach’s a good guy too,” she said.

“Whatever he is, he owes it to you.”

“Listen to us. We’re getting maudlin in our old age,” she said.

“Well, this maudlin old coot is tired and is going to bed. Which room do you want?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “The smaller room is fine. Let me get in the bathroom, and then I’ll get out of your way” She got her bag and went into the bathroom and emerged ten minutes later, wearing a light blue robe. “All yours,” she said.

He went to his bedroom, undressed and got in the bed. He fell asleep immediately. His dream had changed. It no longer was a raging fire. He was looking everywhere, calling her name. She didn’t answer. He saw her off in the distance walking away from him. He called to her, but she never turned, and just continued walking until she faded in the distance.

He was startled awake by a touch on his shoulder. It was Susannah. “Are you all right? You must have been having a nightmare. You were tossing and turning.”

“I guess I did. I’m sorry if I woke you,” he said.

“I wasn’t asleep. I’m scared of what we might find out in the morning.

“Whatever it is, we’ll face it together,” he said.

She turned back the covers and lay on the bed beside him. “I don’t know if I could handle it if it’s Zach in the morgue,” she said.

“Turn over,” he said, “and I’ll hold you.”

She turned her back to him and snuggled back into his arms. She moved once, causing his hand to come in contact with her breast. She covered it with hers and squirmed back against him. She murmured something, Kyle didn’t catch, and she was asleep.

“He woke, as the first signs of daylight began to peek around the drawn curtain. He tried to remove his arm without waking Susannah, but was unsuccessful.

She opened her eyes, and smiled at him It was suddenly brighter in the room. “Hey you,” she said.

“Good morning,” he said. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did. How about you?”

“I did as well, My ribs didn’t bother me at all. Must have been the company.”

“I’m glad you did, I was really down about this morning, and you were there for me. Thank you for not taking advantage,” she said.

“I would not do that,” he said.

“Do we have to get up yet?” she asked, and pushed back against him. This is comfortable.”

“Let me stretch my arm. It’s gone to sleep,” he said.

“Has it been there all night?” she asked.

He nodded. “You poor thing. I don’t see show you slept at all.” She turned over to face him. “Is this better,” she asked.

He tightened his arms  around her, and said, You’re just asking to be kissed.”

“I know,” she said, looking into his eyes, “so what are you going to do about it?” He kissed her thoroughly, and received her best effort in return. His right hand found her breast, and began to feel the firmness if her nipple.

“Mm… she said. “It’s getting warm in here again.”

He moved his hand. “Why did you do that,” she asked.

“Susannah, I want to make love to you. I don’t want it to be in a moment of weakness, with some big unknown hanging over us.”

“Kyle, I don’t sleep around. I can’t even tell you how long it has been. You are a special person, and I really do want you.” She put her hand over his, and held it against her breast.

chapter twelve

It’s Not Him

The Residence Inn does have a good breakfast as a part of a suite rental. Omelets are made to order. Kyle asked for his favorite, the Western Omelet, Susannah decided on bacon and cheese. After getting coffee, they sat at a corner table. Kyle ate with a coming appetite, and attacked his food.

“You’re not eating, Kiddo, is there something the matter. She looked up, and smiled, her eyes moist from the tears close to spilling out.

“I lost my appetite,” she said. “The thought of what we might see has me scared to death.”

“Susannah, you don’t have to do this. I can make the ID. Why don’t you just stay here? I’ll call as soon as I learn anything.”

“No, I have to do it. I owe it to him and myself. I owe it to you,” she said. “I can do it. I have to.”

Kyle finished his meal, and looked at his watch. “Let’s go. By the time we get there, the office will be open. Let’s get this done.” He took her hand as they walked to the car. Nothing was said, until they entered the Police Station and asked for Officer Corley.

He came out in less than two minutes. “Officer Corley, this is Susannah Stewart. She’s Zach’s legal guardian. Susannah, this is Tim Corley. He heads the Juvenile Department. He’s going with us.

Corley led them to the basement, where the morgue was located, to meet with the Humboldt County Medical Examiner. He showed them to a viewing room.

“Let me explain the procedure. The attendant will bring out the deceased on a gurney. When he is in place, he will open this curtain. If it is your relative, just tell me, and the curtain will be closed, and then we’ll make arrangements for the body to be released to a mortuary. After that, it will be up to you to make any arrangements with the mortuary,

“If it isn’t your relative, again, just say so and the curtain will close, and you will be finished. Do you have any questions?”

She shook her head, and they stood in front of the closed curtain. Kyle put his arm around her shoulders to brace her.

The curtain opened. She gasped and sagged against Kyle. “It’s not Zach. Oh thank God, it isn’t him.”

Kyle thanked the ME and Officer Corley, and then he and Susannah left the police station to drive back to the Marriott.

“That boy is some mother’s son, and it sounds terrible to say, but I am so glad it was him and not Zach,” Susannah said.

“It’s not selfish at all. It’s a relief,” he said.

Back in the hotel, Kyle said, “Why don’t you lie down for a little while. You are emotionally exhausted.

“I’m going to go to a clinic and have my ribs checked. Maybe I can get rid of this tape.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

“I’m sure, now you take a nap.

He let himself out, and asked for directions to an emergency room.

He showed them the doctor’s orders from the Reno ER, and asked if he could be checked. The middle of the afternoon is a quiet time for most ER’s, since the crazies don’t come out until dark, and he was seen immediately. The doctor removed the tape, and ordered X-Rays. He decided they were healing nicely. After admonishing Kyle to be careful, he did not retape the chest.

Getting the tape off left Kyle in a good mood and he whistled a nameless tune as he drove back to the Marriott.

Susannah had slept while he was gone. “Why did you let me sleep so long,” she asked.

“You needed it,” he said.

“What did they say about your chest?”

He grinned, and pushed up his shirt, and said, “Look, no more tape.”

“Come here,” she commanded. “You have a whole rainbow of colors there,” she said as she ran her hand over his chest.

“If I did that to you, I’d get my face slapped,” he said.

“Are you sure,” she asked.

“Well, let’s just see,” he said.

He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it over her head. He unsnapped her bra and ran his hands over the soft warm skin. He rolled a pebbly nipple between his fingers, feeling it become firm and erect. He turned her over so she was facing him. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes and said, “You are gorgeous,”

“Say it again,” she said.

“You are beautiful, Susannah Stewart.”

“Are you going to make love to me wearing all of those clothes?” she asked.

“I might not be able to wait,” he said.

“Here, I’ll help.” She unbuttoned his polo shirt and pulled it over his head. She undid his belt buckle, and said, “You’ll have to do the rest. And while you’re up, help me with these,” she said. She stood, and shrugged off her unsnapped bra. He unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He slid the straps of her slip off her shoulders, and let it fall along with her skirt. He pushed her panties down and she stepped out of them. He removed his shorts and pulled her to him. Flattening her breasts against his chest. His member, fully erect and rock hard pushed against her.

Grinding her hips into his package, she whispered, “Take me to bed, and make love to me.

He lowered here to the bed gently. “On the nightstand,” she said softly.

“What?”

“On the nightstand. I wasn’t asleep the entire time you were gone.” she said.

She had purchased condoms, guessing he wouldn’t have any. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then cupped her breast with one hand and took it into his mouth. She moaned from the wave of feeling that flashed downward and into her sex channel where her juices were flowing and making ready for him.

With a breast in his mouth, his hand moved downward, rubbing the tender flesh. It parted the guardian folds and inserted a finger. She involuntarily elevated her hips to meet him as he probed for the pleasure spot. When the finger rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, she began to groan as the massage drove her pleasure to heights that she had thought unreachable. Her gyrations increased as the passion grew; her thrusts increased in speed as the supreme ecstasy came, on and on. With a final push upward, she sighed and lay limp, but not for long. He inserted another finger and began moving it around, and in and out, stretching the walls of her vault.

He entered her, slowly at first, gradually deepening the penetration. He began moving in and out, as she moved in perfect counterpoint to his motion. He felt her muscles tense as another wave grew within her. As she increased the speed of her thrusts, he did likewise.

She felt the beginning of his pulsing and sped up her gyrations, determined to join him in the climb up the mountain. With a muffled cry of “Ahhhhh, she grabbed his hips, pulling him in deeper. Over the top they went together, plunging downward into the pleasures of completion.

“It was better than I dreamed,” she said, as she looked into his dark eyes, his arms extended, keeping his weight from settling on her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down, wanting to feel his body touching hers from top to bottom.

“No sore chest,” she asked.

“All of my feeling was further south,” he said.

She grinned, and got out of bed and went into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was wrapped in her robe. “We need to talk,” she said.

“Uh oh. The dreaded talk.”

“Not that kind of talk. We need to plan our next move.”

“Okay, he said. “Let me get dressed.”

“Must you?” she teased.

“If we want to get anything done, yes, I must,” He gathered his clothes and went into the bathroom.