Free Rocky Mountain Romp (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 4) by Lee Savino

eyes were awash with unshed tears. “We didn’t want to cause so much trouble.”
    “I know, sweetheart. Why didn’t you tell me of this?”
    Her throat worked a while before she whispered, “They’re my friends.”
    “I know they’re your friends, but your first loyalty is to me. And scheming to trick two good people—that’s not like you.”
    Her face fell, and she let out a sobbing breath. Miles could no longer stand being so far from her. Guiding her into his lap, he tucked her face into his neck, securing his other arm around her small, curvy body as she cried it out.
    His Carrie, so tenderhearted.
    “It’s all right,” he murmured. “What’s done is done. Everyone is safe and warm tonight; it’ll all work out.”
    “What will happen to them?” she sniffled.
    “Not to worry, sweetheart. In the morning, we’ll talk it out and see what needs to be done. If Mrs. Lovett wants to stay here, she can. We’ll all pitch in to help her.”
    She nodded, still looking miserable.
    Lifting her easily, he set her on the bed. “Rest now, sweet Carrie.”
    She blinked. “You’re not going to punish me?”
    He couldn’t help chuckling at her tone, half relieved, half disappointed.
    “Not right now.” Bending down, he smoothed her thick hair away from her forehead and kissed it. Turning off the light, he climbed into bed and settled on his side, chin atop her head, arms around her.
    Nights were his favorite time with his wife. During her pregnancy, he watched in wonder as her body changed. Her curves, always stunning, had grown even more lush, until she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Often he had her undress and lie in bed so he could admire her. As her belly grew, he rubbed balm into her skin every night, massaging her muscles until her body glowed in the candlelight. Most rub downs ended with him exploring her secret places, kissing, sucking, lapping, and drinking the dew from her sweet pussy until her hands fisted in his hair and her cries rang in his ears.
    He felt himself harden at the happy memory, and shifted a little, delighting in the feel of her soft bottom against his length.
    “Sleep now, Carrie.” He nuzzled her ear, hearing her sigh. “We’ll settle things in the morning.”
    Tomorrow, early, he planned to find someone to watch the baby, so he could have his wife all to himself for a while. With that thought, and a silly grin on his face, Miles fell asleep.
    * * *
    “Carrie,” Miles whispered, stroking back her hair.
    “Mmmm.” She moved, stretching, but didn’t open her eyes.
    Threading his hand into her chestnut curls, Miles drew her head back gently and kissed her.
    For Miles, morning had come too slowly. He’d spent the night rock hard, listening to his wife’s gentle breathing, and inhaling her sweet scent. Carrie had woken once to feed the baby, and then come back to bed. Miles often cared for Mary early in the morning so her mama could sleep. Today, he’d ventured out and found Esther in the kitchen, all too willing to keep an eye on Mary in the bassinet.
    It had been a long time since he’d been this excited on a Christmas morning.
    He strode back into the bedroom where Carrie slept. She looked so beautiful he almost couldn’t bear to wake her, but he had plans for them that morning and there wasn’t much time.
    He felt his wife wake under the kiss, but didn’t release her lips. “Time to wake up,” he murmured against them. He’d shed his clothes, and now was working her shift off and over her head. As soon as it whipped off her head, he saw her eyes were now wide on his.
    “What about Mary—”
    “With Esther,” he said, and rolled on top of his wife, feeding on her lips. A few more minutes and her body came alive, pressing up into him.
    His fingers slipped between her legs to check—she was wet and ready for him.
    “Spread for me,” he ordered, and she parted her legs, catching her breath as he slid down her body. When he got between her legs, he