Love in the Rockies

by Thianna D

  Listening to one of the most wonderful sounds in the world, his love’s calm breathing, Brent kissed her forehead and turned to watch the fire. He could kick himself for allowing his mother to create the huge event in the first place. Of course she had the best of intentions and wanted to see her son’s wedding. And that would have been fine. Unfortunately, Corbin’s Bend had also wanted involved. Even with all that, he had no idea they’d planned to invite over two hundred people to the wedding. Of course the reception would be huge – everyone in Corbin’s Bend was invited to it, but the wedding? Seriously? Who needed two hundred people at their wedding?

  Plus, he still didn’t quite understand the desire so many women had to make it into a show. That was one of the parts he was in complete agreement with his lady about – tiny wedding with just those who meant the most. Of course, he would have been happy to run to Reno, but he also didn’t want to disappoint his family. The only person who had to be there besides him and Charmagne, as far as he was concerned, was their daughter. Kayla needed to be there.

  Thinking of their daughter, his smile widened. He was so damned lucky. A beautiful lady and the most wonderful little girl in the world. Their daughter was happy and secure, which was something he allowed himself some pride in. Char loved to tease him about the time a decade from now when she would be a teenager and would have boys coming to call. He groused a lot, and would defend her to his last breath, but Brent wanted her to be happy in who she was. A high self-esteem would help her through the teenage years, he was sure. Then she could go out into the world and shake it up. Smiling at that, he continued to comb through Char’s hair with his fingers. His little girl was going to have the most amazing life.

  And any other children they had. He was happy Charmagne would soon be taking on the name Carmichael. They both wanted more children – at least two – but he had been the one to make the rule of no more children until she became his wife. It was a rule he had kicked himself for plenty times over the last year. His love and enjoyment of his little girl just made him look forward to more little Carmichaels running around the house. Brent already had plans for the upper floor, of separating the largest space into a couple rooms, putting a lock on their play room, and creating a couple more bedrooms up there. It would be perfect for their kids since the library was up there, as well. And that huge bath which Charmagne loved. Well, he did as well when they could take a bath together.

  Sliding his hands down her soft skin, he cupped her buttocks. Heat still came from her skin and he enjoyed the feel of it. Brent had been very lucky to have been gifted with amazing women in his life. When Eliza died, he was sure he’d never find anyone else. Charmagne had been the perfect gift for him. And then Kayla… Oh, how he loved his little girl. In some ways, it was almost painful. Her smile could light up a room; her laughter would make everyone smile. That so many in the community adored her was a plus, because some days he would bring her to work with him so her mother could work on her writing. Of course Jonathon and Benjamin were always willing to step in and help out as well.

  Picking them as Kayla’s godfathers was the best decision he had ever made.

  Char sighed softly, her breath tickling over the hair on his chest, awakening need within him. Everything about the woman turned him on. He wasn’t a foot fetish kind of person, but even her toes could get him going. Especially when she painted them a bright pink. Thinking about it, he turned and looked down at her feet, wondering if she’d painted her toenails lately.

  Holy hell. Deep red. Licking his lips, he squeezed her ass lightly even as his cock firmed inside of her. Rocking his hips slowly, he moaned as his dick moved just a tiny bit in and out of her tight, wet, pussy. Knowing the lubrication was the combined juices of the two of them, just made it hotter.

  “Brent,” she murmured, arching her back a little as he pushed in again.

  “I need you,” he whispered.

  Lifting her head up, she blinked at him, the sleep slowly going out of her eyes and a twinkle taking its place. “Well, then, take me, big boy.” Before he could react, she pulled off him and crawled off, getting onto all fours facing the fireplace.

  “Oh, yeah,” he grunted, quickly getting onto his knees behind her. “Damn, you look amazing right now.”

  “My hot ass?” she teased, grinning at him over her shoulder.

  “Yep.”

  She giggled until he grasped hold of her hips and thrust in, her giggles turning quickly to gasps as he rammed inside, fucking her hard, deep, and fast. Damn but every time he took her, he needed this connection even more. The sharp sound as his body met hers filled the room along with the crackle of the fire, occasionally punctuated with a cry from him or her. It was wonderful, like some sort of music they had perfected over the years, now played out in full orchestration.

  “Char,” he grunted, as he got close. “I love you!” Leaning over her, he reached around and rubbed over her clit quickly until she cried out and her cunt squeezed the hell out of his cock. He came quickly and pressed his chest against her back, enjoying the feeling of his cum filling her up. Maybe this time would bring them a nice little bundle of joy. Brent didn’t know if Char was even aware of the fact she had been off birth control for a few weeks. Her period came two weeks ago and as far as he knew, she hadn’t gone to Marcus for a new shot.

  As she slid to the floor – flat on the rug – he went with her, turning them onto their sides so they were spooned together, with his softening cock still inside her. Her heart beat fast and he could feel it with them being so close. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her flush against him.

  “I love you, too,” she murmured. “And I do want to be Mrs. Brent Carmichael.”

  “I know, baby,” he whispered back. “Everything will be fine in the morning. Shall we go to bed?”

  “Sounds good.”

  * * * * *

  Stretching, Char felt warm and comfortable. She knew instantly this wasn’t their bed, but didn’t care. Brent’s warm arm was around her, holding her tight. Memories of the day before sifted through her brain and she smiled. Sometimes, she could be so stupid. Why had she kept this from him? One would think she would have caught on by now that telling Brent things was so much easier than keeping it all bottled up inside.

  “Morning,” he rumbled, his hand wrapping around her right breast, kneading it. “How do you feel?”

  “Great, except my ass aches.”

  His shaking body told her he was chuckling even if she couldn’t hear it. “Besides that.”

  “Much better. Sorry I acted all crazy yesterday.” She was a little ashamed of her behavior. Acting out like that wasn’t her normal way of doing things.

  “You were stressed,” he said simply as if it was no big deal. “We dealt with the stress and now you’re fine.”

  “What time do we need to go home… Wait. Won’t Jonathon and Benjamin wonder where we’re at?” She struggled to sit up, realizing her daughter was probably worried, but he held her down.

  “They knew we would be gone,” he said, holding her down. “Kayla’s having fun being fawned over by people who love her almost as much as we do. We,” he added in the tone that said she had best listen, “are going to have a lazy morning. I’m going to bring you breakfast in bed, then you’re going to take a nice long bath. Afterward, I’ve got a little surprise.”

  Turning her head she looked at his face, trying to figure out what kind of surprise. “What?”

  “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Now, why don’t you use the bathroom while I make breakfast? Be back in bed by the time I get back.”

  Chapter Four

  Char felt languid as she slid out of the bed after Brent left the bedroom. Her rear pounded slightly as she moved, but she felt too good to care. Of course she knew the truth of the kind of relationship they were in and that a good, strong spanking tended to knock stress right out of her, but in the moment – especially when trying to protect the man she loved from hurt – it had all
made sense to keep quiet.

  Humming as she padded into the bathroom, she blinked at her expression. Her hair had gotten longer than she used to keep it, mainly because Brent loved it long, and was tousled and looked as though she’d had sex. Grinning at herself, she nodded. “Yes, I did.” And amazing sex it was. Well, every time with Brent was good, but even though he had put in extra insulation in both their bedroom and their daughter’s, they were a bit more cautious at home with the little cherub around.

  It had been almost a year since he had pounded into her so roughly. Her puss ached this morning – for another good pounding. Of course, they probably had to get back relatively soon. It was a shame, really. It was a wonderful feeling being in a love bubble like she was right now.

  After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she padded back into the bedroom, sliding between the smooth satin sheets and pulling up the blanket. Satin sheets. They really needed to get some. The door pushed open as Brent backed into the room, a large tray in his hands. His eyes alighted on her the moment he turned and lit up. “Morning, Charmagne. Thought you could use a healthy breakfast this morning.”

  “Probably,” she agreed. “We didn’t eat last night.”

  “True enough.” The tray was filled with scrambled eggs, sausage links, a hamsteak, a biscuit, and two large glasses of orange juice.

  “Feeding an army?” she teased, picking up one of the forks and digging in.

  “Yep. Need to keep you energized for round two…three…four…” He broke off and winked.

  “Don’t you think people will wonder where we are?”

  “Oh, they’ll figure it out soon enough.” Something in his tone told her he had reserved his cousin’s cabin, probably for the weekend, and that their daughter was already in the know.

  “Wonderful man,” she said with a pleased sigh, before taking a bite of the eggs. It was nice to get away for a few days, just the two of them. It had been a long time since they had done so. Once she started eating, she couldn’t stop. Her stomach was on board with eating as much food as she could put into it. Brent munched on the few things she wasn’t partial too and in no time, the tray was just dirty dishes. “Guess I was hungry,” Char said with a laugh.

  Picking up the tray, Brent sat it off the side on the floor, before sliding under the blanket and pulling her close.

  “So how long are we here for?”

  He nuzzled her nose. “Long enough.” It was evasive, but in this moment, warm in his arms, she didn’t really care. Benjamin and Jonathon could take care of Kayla as well as the two of them could. In fact, they had written it into their wills that if they both died, the two men were to become her guardians.

  Besides soft touches and the fact his hand invariably ended up on her derriere stroking softly every few minutes, there was nothing animalistic about their morning. It was sensual and she felt entirely reconnected to him by the time he pulled away. “Tell you what,” he murmured, stroking her face as he looked deeply into her eyes, “I’m going to run you a bath and I want you to soak for at least a half hour.”

  “Mmm,” she said, nodding. Looked like Brent was set on pampering her this morning and she was not about to say no. He quickly walked through the small door to their bathroom and an instant later she heard the water turn on. Comfortable as she was, Char dozed, waking up as he pulled the blankets down and picked her up. “Brent?”

  “Shh. Bath time.” He slid her into a tub full of nice hot water and while she hissed at first as the water reacted to her recently tenderized ass, within seconds she moaned as she settled and the water lapped at her shoulder blades. Brent turned the faucet off and picked up her mp3 player. As he turned with her earbuds in his hands, she smiled.

  “You thought of everything.”

  “I want you to relax and have a wonderful time.” He pushed the buds into her ears and hit a couple buttons. One of her relaxation playlists began and she sighed. “Enjoy. Don’t get out until I come get you.”

  “Okay.”

  She closed her eyes and it was only barely that she heard the door to the bathroom close. Sinking a little further so that the water touched her chin, she let herself relax into the music.

  * * * * *

  As soon as he closed the door to the bathroom, Brent let out a long breath. One hurdle over, the best one yet to come. Quickly getting dressed, he walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. With the music in her ears and two doors shut, he hoped it cut out any noise. Since last night he had left his cell phone in the living room, the first thing he did was check it for any messages. There were three, all with the same note: We’re a few miles away. Can we come up yet?

  Chuckling at the excitement that flowed through the words, he answered the same three messages with the same words: Yes, but try to be semi-quiet.

  While he waited for the crunch of tires on newly fallen snow, Brent quickly cleaned up from their activities. Paddle went into the bedroom and he washed their breakfast dishes. By the time he placed the last dish in the drying rack, he could hear the vehicles. After drying his hands, he walked over to the door. He had barely opened it when a squeal met his ears and he crouched down, catching his daughter as she launched herself into his arms.

  “Daddy! Did you and Mommy have fun? Uncle Benny and Uncle Jonathon made microwaves s’mores last night. And Nana and Gramps showed up with my dress. Isn’t it pretty?” The words tumbled out of her mouth and he chuckled as he gave her a swift kiss on the forehead.

  “Let’s see this dress.” Putting her on her feet, he helped her off with her winter coat. She was adorable. Her dress almost matched the one her mother would be wearing today. “What a beauty,” he said, swinging her up in his arms again.

  “Doesn’t she look adorable,” Rachel Carmichael asked as she walked in.

  “Absolutely,” he agreed, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “How did you find the dress?”

  “It wasn’t easy, but you told me where you bought Char’s and I went to them and asked if they had any for children. They didn’t, but a sister company in San Francisco did, and they overnighted it.” Behind her came his father Denton, Benjamin and Jonathon, and two of his best friends and their wives.

  “Glad you all made it,” he said after they got inside and removed their coats.

  “Where’s the br— er, Char?” Jonathon amended when Benjamin jabbed him in the ribs.

  “Taking a bath to relax.”

  When he placed her on the floor, Kayla trotted over to stand in front of the fireplace which was still crackling merrily away. Now from a distance, he saw that along with her pretty dress, in red whereas her mother’s was ivory, she was wearing white hose and had on white buckled shoes. “So cute,” he said watching her.

  “Isn’t she?” his mother said, hugging his arm. “She’s so excited. We had to tell her what was going on and she’s thrilled.”

  “She isn’t disappointed about June?” he asked to be sure. Kayla had been thrilled to be their flower girl and he truly hated disappointing his daughter.

  “No. Jonathon explained it really well. Told her she wouldn’t have to walk down the aisle and she would still get cake at a reception. She loved that.”

  Chuckling, he nodded. His daughter loved to have fun, but seemed to have gained the same distaste of being the center of attention Charmagne had.

  “So,” Calbert said, rubbing his hands together. “When are we going to see you two hitched?”

  Rolling his eyes, Brent punched his friend in the arm. “You can wait a few more minutes.”

  “Is she excited?” Jenna asked in her soft, quiet voice. It never ceased to amaze Brent how two people who were so in love could be such diametric opposites. Calbert and Jenna were a study in contrasts.

  “She doesn’t know yet.”

  “She doesn’t know?” His friends’ wives gasped.

  “She’ll be fine with it,” he said, holding up his hands as Rose and Jenna stepped forward, frowns on their faces. “This whole big weddin
g has been driving her insane and she said several times last night that she wished we’d run to Reno like we first talked about.”

  “You don’t surprise a woman with her own wedding,” Rose said, shaking her head. “Bad move, Brent.”

  “What?” he said, looking between the two annoyed ladies. “I think I know my fiancé better than you do.”

  “She’s a woman,” Jenna said, her tone as rough as it ever got. There was such a musical quality to her Jamaican accent, that it still sounded nice. “We all had dreams of our wedding day as little girls. Being surprised with our wedding was not one of them.”

  “All right,” Benjamin said just as Kayla turned, realizing the adults in the room were getting upset. “We’re here to celebrate the wedding of two of our favorite people. Let’s keep it civil.” Both Ruth and Jenna turned their glares on him, only to stop when their husbands each put a hand on their wife’s buttocks.

  “Stop,” Jason said calmly. Rose took a deep breath and nodded. Calbert didn’t say a word, but Jenna quieted right down.

  Brent’s father looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe there’s something to this spanking thing after all.”

  “Don’t even think it,” Rachel said, walking over Kayla.

  Jonathon had stayed out of the argument, never liking to be nearby when someone was angry, but now that things had calmed down, he looked over at Benjamin who nodded. Maneuvering around Jason and Rose, he walked up to Brent, a small packet in his hands. “Ben and I thought you two would like this. Happy wedding day.”

  “Thanks, Jonathon. I’ll wait to open it until after we’re married so Char can be in on it. How did things go with Kayla last night?”

  A smile that always seemed saved for Brent’s little girl crossed his face. “We had a great time. She thinks of it as camping out when she gets to sleep on our sofa.”

  Placing a hand on the other man’s shoulder, Brent squeezed. “You were meant to be a dad, Jonathon.”