The Fall and Rise of Kade Hart: A Hart Brothers Novel (14 page)

“But Kade, …”

“Let me finish. This is a tightrope I’m on.
There are no guarantees. Yes, I have the best situation one can
have. Yes, I run a facility to help people stay clean. Yes, I’m an
NA counselor. But that is not one hundred percent, Juliette.
Nothing is. Every day is a battle for me. A sometimes exhausting
battle. Much of it has to do with my dad. My demons are huge and to
put that on someone else is asking way too much. I should never
have kissed you … taken that first step.”

“You’re acting like this is one-sided. It’s
not. And it’s quite pretentious of you to think you’re the only one
with issues.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

She huffs, “Seems to me I tried to do that
to you earlier, but you would have nothing to do with it. So what’s
good for the goose isn’t for the gander?”

The rapid rise and fall of her chest brings
back a vivid picture of when she was lying naked in my bed with her
legs spread and my face buried in her pussy.

“Fuck me, I am so screwed. And so are you.”
I grab her and jerk her against my chest, slamming my mouth over
hers in the process. The whole scenario is so uncoordinated, we end
up toppling off the chair and crashing to the floor. I turn to take
the brunt of the fall and she’s on top now.

“I want you. I want to be inside of you, all
the way, deep, feeling your tight pussy around me, God help me and
you.”

She grinds herself on me, and I jerk in my
pants.

“Shit. You have to stop.”

“No, I don’t want to.” She sits up and
squirms out of those bulky sweatpants.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting naked so we can have sex.”

“Stop it. We can’t have sex.”

“Why not?”

“Are you on any birth control?”

“Uh, no. Why the heck would I be on birth
control? I live in a convent.”

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“So? Pull out. My ex-boyfriend did that all
the time.”

“Jesus, did you have to bring that up?”

“Sorry, but yes. I want you in me. Take off
your pants.”

Did she truly want to have sex or was this
one of those in the heat of the moment things?

“Juliette, are you sure about this?”

She grabs my chin and our eyes meet. “Yes,
I’m sure. I would never do something like this lightly, Kade. And
don’t worry. I won’t have regrets. Now take off your pants.”

I watch her face as I do. Brown eyes gaze at
me under half-closed lids. She licks her lips as though she’s going
to get a special sweet treat. When I’m free and clear, she takes my
dick in her hand and pumps it up and down and few times. It’s
really not necessary because it’s stiff as steel.

“Are you going to leave that sweatshirt
on?”

Her head slowly tick-tocks back and forth.
She tugs it off and now she’s naked again, straddling me.

“Ride me for a minute, Juliette.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

“Why?’

“It’s been too long. I want you on top.”

I flip us over and scoot down to give her
pussy a lick. This has to be epic for her because I want no regrets
at all on either side. Is it possible for pussy to taste this good?
It’s been so long for me, I can’t remember. But this, I could do
this all day long.

One orgasm and a stone-hard dick later, I
climb between her legs and say, “Tell me this is what you want and
that you’re sure about this.”

“This is what I want and I’m sure about
this.”

“Shit, I was hoping you’d changed your
mind.”

“No. Kade, do it. I want you inside.”

She’s so small, I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. So
I take it very slow as I feel her stretch around me. And it slays
me. In and out. In and out. Sweat beads on my forehead as I hold
myself over her. One of her hands is on my shoulder, the other on
my ass. When I’m fully seated, I ask her if she’s okay and she
nods.

“No nod. Tell me.”

“Yes,” she pants.

“You’re so damn tight. I’m not hurting you,
am I?”

“No. Just go slow.”

I inch out and then back in a few times, but
so help me God, I’m going to blow. And I pull out and fucking come
all over her stomach.

“Oh, hell, oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” I fumble
around like a clumsy oaf. “Don’t move. Let me get something to
clean you up.”

Jesus, what the fuck did I just do? Act like
a damn hormone-gorged teenager? What the hell? This has got to go
down as the number one worst fuck of all time.

I bring back a towel and wipe my mess off
her.

“It’s okay, Kade. I’m flattered that I was
able to do that to you.”

Why would she say that? “Flattered? I ruined
it for you. I’m an ass and completely incompetent at doing
this.”

“Get over here.” She gathers me close to her
and says, “You didn’t ruin a thing. I’m touched. There’ll be
another time.”

I pull out of her hold, humiliated. I push my hair
back as I slowly walk away from her.

"Kade, don't go. Don't shut me out. We can do it
again later."

I turn to face her.

“
Juliette, I’m humiliated. Why
would you want that? I just came like a teenager during his first
time.” She says she’s touched? I need to get the fuck away from
her. Next thing I know, she's there pulling me back to lie down
next to her. How can I deny her anything after that little
performance?

“Don’t think that way. The fact that we’re
lying here together is perfect.”

“Stop it! Stop trying to make me feel
better.” That shuts her up. The silence between us is thunderous. I
want to say something, apologize again, but I think I’ve already
said enough. Can I feel any more foolish?

Then her soft words rip me open and then
heal me. “Okay, I get that you’re embarrassed, much like I was for
you to see my bare … you know. So kiss me, Kade, and get back down
between my legs. Finish what you started. Make it up to me. You’re
damn good down there, you know.”

Her fucking doe eyes catch me off guard.
She’s serious as hell. Shaking my head, I move in for the killing
kiss. But when our tongues engage, I lose myself and is it me doing
the controlling or her? She’s as aggressive as I am. She gives and
takes as much as I and when I’m done, we’re both fighting for air,
but it won’t be anything like when I finish nibbling on her pussy.
I’m going to make her scream.

Juliette

Need. Inexpressible need fills me and
I’m
now the addict. He was clearly upset by what happened,
but I was patting myself on the back. I didn’t know I was such a
temptress! But now, he’s driven every other cohesive thought from
my brain. I want to claw at Kade, force him to hurry and finish
what he started. But he refuses to take my cues. Swatting my hands
away when they find purchase in his hair as if I’m some pesky gnat,
he takes his sweet time, his tongue fluttering over my clit,
driving me slowly to that aching edge. Then he stops. Yes, stops.
Is he torturing me on purpose? Why?

Once again I yank on his hair. He lifts his
head and his eyes have darkened with passion. Full lips gleam with
my wetness, and I want to pull him to me and lick them. I want to
see what I taste like. Am I sick to want that? He looks so
delicious, staring at me so. My belly tightens as I turn into
liquid. The picture of him, his mouth so close to my pussy makes me
even wetter.

“Don’t interrupt me again, unless you don’t
want to come. Do you want to come, Juliette?”

“Yes. Please.” My voice doesn’t even sound
like it belongs to me.

His head slowly drops back down, but his
eyes stay focused on mine and I can’t stop myself from watching
him. I feel him spread my lips, opening me wide, and his tongue
swipes me in long laps, up and down. It tunnels deep inside of me,
then it’s replaced by a finger, and another. Oh, God, this is so
good.

“Kade. Yes. Like that. That’s perfect. Your
fingers.”

“Another?”

“No.”

“You’re so sweet, Juliette. Taste.”

Does he read minds? He pushes a finger in my
mouth.

“Suck yourself off me. You taste like salted
honey.”

I’m not so sure about that, but I do taste
salt. I want that finger back inside of me, so I stop sucking.

“Put it back in.”

He grins, then does what I say and his
tongue targets my clit. He presses hard and flat on it and massages
the thing, as his fingers move in and out.

“Hook your fingers. Find my g-spot.”

“No.”

“Huh?” I’m so into this I can’t believe he
refused.

“I’m in control of this and I’m doing it my
way.”

Well, damn. What do I say to that?

“But I’m so close. Please?”

He laughs and the vibrations against my
pussy feel so good. I start to think of how oral sex was with my
ex-boyfriend, and it was never on this level. Kade’s added a new
dimension and it’s epic. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed
this.

Cool air washes over me as he blows and then
begins to lick again. His fingers are circling now, teasing, almost
tickling.

“The next time I fuck you, Juliette, you’re
going to come, and I’m not going to make a fool out of myself.”

He doesn’t give me an opportunity to respond
because his tongue morphs into a ravaging weapon and my clit is
ground zero. He leaves nothing unscathed as he goes in for the
kill. My body reacts violently when everything bursts into life,
echoes of stars exploding, skewing my vision as I climax screaming
his name.

I am limp, lifeless, as I lie there, my
hands holding onto his hair as though I am afraid to let go …
afraid that if I do, I will disappear in some nameless vacuum of
space.

“Juliette.”

My name is a whisper, like a breeze over my
flesh. His hands unclench my fingers, setting him free from my
prison. Soon, he gathers me close and cradles me. I feel
cherished.

A voice filled with humor asks, “Can you
talk?”

“Barely.”

“Good, huh?”

“No. Damn good.”

His chest rumbles beneath my ear. My body
vibrates from it. For the first time in over two years, I’m
happy.

“Are you smiling?”

“Uh huh. You would be, too, if you just
experienced what I did.”

“But I did. Earlier when you sucked me
off.”

“Nope. Not possible.”

Next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, and
he hovers over me, resting on his elbows.

“Want to know something?” he asks.

“Yeah. What?”

“You have a fantastic pussy. It’s much
better than your singing.”

I giggle. “Thanks. I’ll tell Sister Helena
you said so.”

He roars. “Oh, God, the visual I’m
getting.”

Guilt slams into me and I turn into a wooden
board.

Kade feels it. His brow furrows and I
immediately want to smooth it. But I don’t. He asks, “What is
it?”

“I feel bad about all this. Guilty as
sin.”

“I knew you would, but in your own words,
you’re not a nun yet. You haven’t taken your vows. Please don’t
feel that way. To me it was the most beautiful thing. Don’t ruin it
for us.”

That gives me pause. I ruminate over what he
said and maybe he’s right. The odds are that I won’t be around much
longer anyway, so why shouldn’t I enjoy this? But then guilt
charges into me once more. Kade. I’m doing him an injustice. It’s
not fair to him.

“I’m not being fair to you. My days are
numbered, Kade.”

“You don’t know that. If you say those men
are following you, why haven’t they killed you? Why didn’t they
break into the house last night and kill us?”

“You have an alarm system. That’s why.”

“There’ve been other opportunities, when
you’ve been alone, according to your own words. Why haven’t they
taken you then?”

We’re both quiet because I have no answer to
that.

He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“What if they’re
protecting
you and not trying to hurt
you?”

“What? But then why did they kill my
parents?” I’m not following. The brutal memory lashes my brain and
I shudder.

He feels it. Still holding onto my chin, he
says, “Stay with me, Juliette. Maybe they aren’t the same men. Have
you thought about that?”

But who are they if they aren’t the
same?

“I know what you’re thinking and I don’t
know the answers. This is all supposition. I’m trying to figure
this out, too. But I believe what you tell me, Juliette. I believe
someone is tracking you and maybe it’s for that necklace, but maybe
it isn’t. No doubt there’s a reason. You don’t know everything.
Maybe your dad was involved with something you know nothing about.
I also believe that whoever killed your parents surely would’ve
found you by now. Think about it. If they had the power to wipe
them off the face of the Earth, like you said, why couldn’t they
find you? Yes, you did all the right things but still. The power
they have could’ve outweighed the street smarts you used. I believe
the men who murdered your family would’ve gotten to you already if
you haven’t had some type of protection. Whether or not it’s those
shadows you refer to, I can’t say.”

A vision explodes in my head. Not so much a
vision, but more like a cacophony of sounds. Growls, like animals
fighting and then voices in a foreign language.

“Oh crap! This morning. When I passed out in
the snow. I heard animals growling.”

“You asked me if I heard them when I brought
you back here. I thought you were talking out of your head.”

I close my eyes and try to recall the bits
and pieces. It’s foggy, nothing clear. “Yes, at first I thought
they were animals, but then they morphed into men’s voices. Talking
in a foreign language. I thought they were wolves or something,
fighting, but then they were yelling at each other, in some
language.”

“That’s it?”

My hands dig into my hair. I want to
remember more, but there’s nothing.