The Fall and Rise of Kade Hart: A Hart Brothers Novel (18 page)

“That makes me so sad for you.”

My hand slashes the air. “Don’t be. It’s
over now. I’m done with it. I don’t want you spending one second on
this shit, because if you do, he wins and I refuse to give him
that.”

I’m in for the biggest surprise when her
tiny body clambers into my lap and curls around me like a contented
kitten. “I hope you don’t mind, but I felt the need to hold
you.”

“I don’t mind at all. You can hold me, touch
me, do anything you want to me, whenever you wish. And I wanted to
say I’m sorry for being a bad puppy dad. I’m usually much better
than this.”

Her lips taste my neck and then she answers,
“I know.”

I’m not sure how much of me she can feel,
but her lips on my neck send my dick into overdrive. But I refuse
to act. I’m letting her take the lead, unless she insists. I want
to be the man she admires and wants. Not the boy that’s been
chasing after her with his tongue hanging out, waving his dick in
his hand.

She unfolds herself from my lap and holds
out her hand. Though questions pop in my mind, I’m not going to
pose any of them. I follow her, much like Ethel does. Up the steps
we go, but I don’t give in to my hopes, my dreams. It’s only when
we reach my bedroom and she slips out of those stupid clothes that
hide her naked glory do I allow myself to cheer. Not wanting to
appear too eager or like some moronic hormone overloaded ass
(which, of course, I am) I take my time peeling off my own
clothes.

But when I’m as naked as she is, she turns
to me and says, “Took you long enough.” Then a giggle gurgles out
of her.

I hold her away from me and say, “Is it okay
if I just look at you for a minute? You’re quite amazing, you know.
Don’t take this the wrong way, but your clothes don’t do much for
you.”

A hearty laugh escapes and she says, “I
don’t know why you don’t think my nun’s attire is appealing.”

Engaging in her comment isn’t happening
right now. Her body is perfect. Smooth lines, shapely legs, defined
muscles, all wrapped in creamy flesh. Flesh I want to kiss, lick,
bite.
Control it, man
. I need to stay in control here.

“You’re perfect, Juliette.” When I touch her
shoulder, I can’t fathom how silky her unblemished skin is. To my
rough hands, it’s divine.

My hand wraps around her slender neck as my
thumb rubs her pulse point. I can detect her heartbeat speeding up
as I lean in for a kiss. She tastes like mint and honey and I
plunge my tongue in for more. The thing is, I want all of her at
once, and I can’t have it. She’s like that chocolate milk shake you
get on a hot summer’s day as a kid, and you suck it down so fast,
because you can’t drink it slowly. That’s how I want Juliette. All
at once. Every single bit of her.

I reach behind her and grab her ass, lifting
her up to my level. Her arms circle my neck and I catch her moans
in my mouth. Fuck, she’s so hot. Her legs wrap around me and I walk
us to the bed.

“You good with this?” I need to know right
now if she isn’t. “Your mixed signals are making me a little nutty.
If this is okay, then fine, but if it’s not, tell me.”

“Yes, it’s good. Very good.”

“Why the change of heart?”

“I don’t really know. Maybe I had to think
about it for a minute. Maybe this is our only chance and we
shouldn’t waste it. But I want to be with you, Kade.”

Thank God. Now if I can only do this
right.

After I lay her down, I ask, “Tell me what
you want.”

“Kiss me down there.”

Easy enough. I take her thighs and widen
them, enough for my head to fit between them. And I do as she asks.
I kiss and lick and do all the things that made her scream before.
Then I ask her if she wants to come.

“Please.”

Her pussy is drenched, sopping wet. I resume
my activities on it and she tells me whether she needs it harder,
softer, up, or down. I can tell when her thighs tense and her hands
dig into my hair and pull it hard that her orgasm is imminent. But
it’s heaven to hear her screaming my name. And she’s a
screamer.

I don’t give her time to come down. I want
to be deep inside of her. Now. She lets me go and I make the move.
But first I kiss her. My face is soaked from our combined fluids. I
don’t care and I hope she doesn’t either. She kisses the hell out
of me so I guess I have my answer.

My guts tighten when I feel her hand on my
dick, guiding me inside of her. Oh, God, give me strength. Don’t
let this be another debacle.

My first thrust is very slow. Achingly slow.
She stretches around me and grips me fiercely. I move in and out,
gently, so she can accommodate me. When I’m fully seated, I
still.

“Are you okay?” I hope the hell she is,
because I’m dying here. This control thing is fucking me over.

Her fingers trace my lips.

“I’d be better if you’d actually fuck me,
Kade.”

Aw, hell. Why’d she have to say that?”

“Juliette, I’m trying to…”

She shuts me up with a kiss and tilt of her
pelvis. Grinding herself against me, she grabs my ass. Her mouth
releases mine and she says, “I know what you’re doing and relax.
You’re not going to ruin this. Now fuck me properly.”

My mouth goes dry. I feel like the new kid
in the class and everyone is watching all my moves, evaluating,
assessing. Fuck! Am I losing my erection? No! What the hell?

Thrust. I pump into her like some out of
control piston, and she says, “Whoa, slow down a bit, bronco.”

Panting like a dog, I look at her and her
eyes swallow me whole. In an instant, my tilted world resets itself
and I’m rebooted. My body turns into fluid, becomes graceful even,
as my coordination is fine-tuned. I now slide in an out with a
precision that is almost calculated, slow but not too slow.

Then her moans nail me, tear me to pieces,
hit me like a hurricane of ecstasy. But her words are what make me
soar, give me fucking wings. And I want to brand her somehow.

“Kade, yes. Oh, God, more. Harder. Like
that.”

Fingers sink in and scratch my ass. Her tiny
muscles grab and squeeze me, locking on to my dick in a spasm of
pleasure and I know I can let go. I’ve given it to her so I can
give in. I allow it to take me and let her drain me. But, shit, I
pull out fast, almost forgetting that I’m not wearing a condom. My
cock explodes all over the creamy skin of her belly and I watch in
wonder as she takes me in her hand and empties me out. Then she
rubs my cum all over her and me.

“Are you real, Juliette?” I fall to my side
next to her and pull her against me. We’re both pretty sticky, but
she doesn’t seem to care. Maybe I should ask. “Does this bother
you?”

“No. Does it bother you?”

I laugh. “My God. Are you kidding?”

She shimmies on top of me and tugs at my
lower lip with her teeth. “That was everything I dreamed it would
be.”

My hand brushes over my face. “God, I was so
nervous I would fail you. I almost lost it there for a minute.”

“Yeah you did, Bronco.”

“Shit. Can we forget that ever
happened?”

“Not in a million years. I’ll never forget
this moment. Ever.”

“Maybe the bronco part?”

“Huh uh. I kinda liked you bucking it up
like that. Matter of fact,” her voice gets all singsongy her and I
have a bad feeling about this, “this is going to be my new nickname
for you.”

“Bronco?”

“Bronco.”

“Well, it is kinda studly.”

“Hey, don’t get too cocky on me.”

I feel myself getting hard and she does,
too.

“Say what?” I ask.

She slides off me and moves to take me in
her mouth. She has no compunctions or misgivings about it. The fact
that I’m a mess doesn’t deter her at all. I’m liquid in her hands,
unable to protest or do anything to stop her. But when I get too
aroused, I ask her to let me go. I want us to have sex again.

“I want to be inside you again. Your mouth
is perfect, but your pussy is like nothing I’ve known before.”

When she straddles me, I don’t hide my
shock. And when she impales herself, she takes every coherent
thought away. I’d love nothing more than to slip inside the beauty
of her soul and never leave. Her hips pick up a rhythm, rocking
back and forth, and I tease her nipples, tugging and twisting them.
Her back arches as she flushes and her hand reaches between my legs
and grabs my sac. What the hell?

Before I know what I’m doing, I sit up and
hold her close to me, pumping her up and down. I need to tease her
clit, so that’s what I do. Her head drops back and she exposes her
neck to me. Oh damn. That’s beauty right there. A perfect creamy
column that begs to be kissed. But I can do that later. Right now,
my finger finds her core and I make sure she has the ultimate
pleasure.

“Kade, yes. There. Right there.”

Her fingers grab my shoulders and she grinds
against my hand rocking her pelvis into me.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m there.”

And she screams my name. God, how I love it
when she does that. That pushes me right over my edge. And I fall
back, with her on top.

She lifts her head and says with a smirk,
“Maybe we both should be called Bronco.”

I like how this girl thinks.

Juliette

Though it’s terrible to say or think, I don’t
want to go back to the convent. Every second that ticks away sends
me closer and closer to my departure and it’s eating away at me
like acid. But I have to go. There is no other choice. Kade’s offer
isn’t an option. I’ll do what I have to do and see what happens.
This blizzard has been a gift and I’ll treasure it forever.

“The plows are coming through. I could hear
them in the distance when I was out on the porch,” Kade says.

“It was only a matter of time.”

Ethel rubs against my legs so I pick her up
and nuzzle her. I’m going to miss not having her around all the
time. But I’m really going to miss not sleeping with Kade.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks.

“The greatest night of my life.”

“Don’t go.”

Two small words but they have such huge
implications.

Shaking my head I say, “Stop doing this. It
only makes it harder.” His house phone rings, which is a good thing
I suppose. He leaves to answer it and when he returns, his
expression is grim.

“I don’t know how you tolerate her,” he
says.

“Sister Helena, I take it.”

“She demanded I return you immediately.”

His posture is stiff and unyielding. He
really can’t deal with her.

“It’s okay.”

“Juliette, she doesn’t give a damn about
you. I explained that the plows are making their way here and as
soon as the roads are cleared, you’ll be on the way. Do you know
what she said?”

“Not a clue.”

“That you are to walk home immediately,” he
huffs. “I told her that would happen over my dead body. You will
not be walking anywhere. And don’t be angry, but I told her she was
derelict in her duties because your coat and boots were completely
inadequate for Colorado winters. That shut her up.”

What Kade doesn’t realize is that Sister
Helena is going to make me pay. It’ll be in the form of more duties
at the convent or something else. I just hope she doesn’t take away
my ability to volunteer at the animal shelter. I decide not to
share this tidbit with him and only chuckle.

“Thank you for being my knight in shining
armor.”

“I’m only being practical.”

The rumbling of the snowplows has us looking
out the front windows. It takes them several passes before the road
is cleared, but it leaves mountains of snow on either side.

“Um, Kade, how are we going to get through
that mountain?”

“First, I’m going to snow blow the driveway
and then I’m going to dig us out. It will take a while, so make
yourself comfortable.”

He’s right. His truck couldn’t get through
that barrier even at full throttle.

“Let me help. Together we can get it done
faster.”

“No. I’m not risking you getting frozen
again. Your clothing isn’t warm enough. And don’t argue with
me.”

I decide to sit and play with Ethel while he
works. It takes him several hours, but he does clear enough of a
path for his truck to get through. When he comes in, he looks
beat.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need some hydration.”

I follow him into the kitchen where he
guzzles down several glasses of water. I don’t know why I didn’t
think of taking any out to him.

He sets his glass down and surprises me by
pulling me towards him and kissing me. He tastes of mint and smells
of frost and heat. My fingers have a mind of their own around him.
Diving under the curtain of clothing that covers his torso, they
cruise over his taut muscles, learning every crest and vale of him.
I want to memorize him, study him like a blind person reads
braille, so my fingertips can burn with the recollection of him. If
this is all I’ll ever have of Kade, then I need to make the most of
it.

My body is hitched against his as the kiss
deepens. Instead of letting me go, he only holds me tighter. My
fingers sink into the muscles of his back. I have this need to be a
part of this man … slip into his body and wrap my essence around
his … flow through his veins like heat and fire. Why is that? What
has happened to me? Is it the sex? I’ve had sex before and didn’t
feel this way. It’s like he’s tethered my molecules and drawn them
out of my body, turning them into electricity and making me burn
all over.

“Jesus, Juliette. What are you doing to me?
I can’t think straight when I’m kissing you.”

He stole my thoughts again. His body, his
touch, his words have made my soul unfold and reshape like a
chrysalis, morphing into something beautiful and lovely. I haven’t
felt this way in so long. He makes me feel like I can taste the
sunshine on my tongue.