Free Kyle's Modern Montana Bride (The New Montana Brides Book 6) by Susan Leigh Carlton Page A

turned to Susannah. “Mom was crying. She can’t believe she has a grandson.”
    Zach came out of the shower. “You smell better,” his aunt said.
    Zach asked, “Do you mind if I turn the TV on?” I haven’t seen TV since I left home.”
    “Have at it,” Kyle said. He was sitting next to Susannah on the couch, his arm draped over her shoulder.
    “Happy now?” he asked.
    “I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in a long time,” she said. “Everything turned out so well.”
    “Yeah, we dodged a bullet,” Kyle said.
    “I’m going to get ready for bed,” she said. “What a day.”
    When she returned in a few minutes she was wearing her robe. She sat beside Kyle, and pulled his head down, “I feel downright sinful,” she said in a low voice, for Kyle’s ears only.
    “How so?” he asked.
    “I’m not wearing anything beneath my robe,” she whispered.
    “Naughty, naughty,” he said.
    “Not yet, but I’m going to be, and I intend to enjoy it.”
    “Good for you, and good for me too,” he whispered.
    Zach was engaged with the TV and paying them no attention.
    “Zach, we’re going to bed,” she said.
    “Goodnight Aunt Susannah, good night Dad.”
    “You know better than that young man. You get over here and kiss me good night,” she said,
    He got up and came to the sofa and leaned over and kissed her cheek. Goodnight, Aunt Susannah.” He hugged Kyle. “Goodnight Dad.”
    “Good night, son,” Kyle said, He and Susannah went into the larger bedroom.
    “I’m going to take a shower,” Kyle said, “I feel gritty. Join me?”
    “Don’t mind if I do,” Susannah said.
    “You really didn’t have anything under the bathrobe, did you,?” he asked.”
    “Only me,” she said, giggling.
    He soaped his hands, “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”
    “What about my front?” she asked.
    “I’ll do that next,” he said, as he ran his soapy hands down her back and legs. “Now turn around.”
    She stood there, looking at him, an impish grin on her face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “Nothing’s wrong, in fact, it couldn’t be more right. I just don’t know where to start,” he said.
    “I always start at the top and work my way down,” she said, giggling again.
    “You giggle more than any woman I ever showered with,” he said.
    “It tickles,” she said, as he thoroughly washed her breasts with his tongue, and then with soap. He soaped her belly and her legs.
    “What about the rest?” he asked.
    “Go for it,” she said.
    He inserted a finger between her folds, and moved it around until he found the magic spot, and began gently rubbing it. He felt her tense as her passion came with a rush. She arched her back and grabbed him around the shoulders as she ground her hips into his groin, pinning his member between them.
    Spent, she said, “You had better hold me up for a minute.”
    He held her into a tight embrace. When he felt her relax, he said, “Now you can do my back.” She obliged. He turned and she washed his chest and legs.
    “What about the rest,” she asked.
    “As a wise person once said, go for it.”
    She took him in her hand, “Look,” she said, “all of the wrinkles are gone.” She rinsed the soap off.
    “Now what?” she asked.
    He put his arms around her just beneath the armpits, and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around my hips,” he said. He slid himself inside her channel, lifting and lowering her on his shaft.
    “Oooh, I like this,” she panted, as he made love to her. As her sex took over, he was moving against him.
    “Wait for me,” he said.
    “You had better hurreeeee,” she said. “Ooh, I can’t stop it,” and surrendered to the demands of her body.
    “Here I come,” he said. He leaned against the wall to maintain his balance, as he began to pulse into her.
    Standing under the cascading water, he held her tightly for a couple of minutes.
    He turned the water off.
    “Now, I suppose I have to dry you off?” he said.
    “An important