Bigger Than the Sky (Serenity Point) (19 page)

I stare at him blown away by all this information, ashamed for always thinking the worst when it comes to him. It makes my heart hurt and I hang my head. God. “I’m… sorry I didn’t trust you. I know it doesn’t excuse my behavior, but I’m really sorry.”

He puts a finger under my chin raising my head to look at him. “I’m not the bad guy you think I am.”

I feel like shit for thinking that about him and I tear up again. “God, Kade, I’m an asshole.” I shake my head. “I’ve been such a bitch to you since I came back. You should hate me for that. For lots of things. How can you even stand to look at me?”

“Have to tell you, I did hate you for a while after you left.”

I nod as the tears now fall. Who can blame him for what I did to him?

“Then I realized what I put you through and I stopped. Hated myself for a while then.”

I look at him in confusion. “But y-you’re a g-good man,” I stammer.

He sighs then takes me in his arms and I reach inside his jacket, clutching onto the flannel shirt he’s wearing, burying my face into his thermal underneath it as I continue crying.

“And you’re a good woman.” I shake my head because I’m so totally not. “You are. We really screwed a lotta shit up, Mill. This is on both of us.” He rests his chin on top of my head.

I nod again.

“But we can fix it,” he says, rubbing his hand over my back soothingly. God, such a good guy.

I pull back and look up at him through teary eyes and he smiles down at me. Just smiles, which makes me feel that all is right in the world.

And it’s then that I realize I’m still in love with him.

Chapter 17

I stare at Kade wide-eyed not knowing what to do next. Holy crap. I’ve just admitted to myself that I love him, that I’m
in
love with him, and realize I’m somewhat lost. I mean, I’ve been alone for so long, on my own when it comes to pretty much everything, that I’m not sure what to do with this.

“Can we go up?” he finally asks.

I don’t speak, just nod, my head still reeling with what I’ve just admitted to myself, not sure if he saw it in my eyes, in the way I just looked at him, and I can’t help the slight panic that overcomes me as I wonder if he knows I still love him.

He turns and locks the door then with his hand at the small of my back, leads me toward the back and up the stairs. When we get to the apartment, we stand there looking at each other. I swallow roughly and finally finding my voice ask, “Are we gonna talk some more?”

He shakes his head and takes his coat off, throwing it on my red chair, his eyes never leaving mine.

“But I kinda wanted to know about the turtles,” I whisper then bite my lip.

He takes my coat off now, throwing it on the chair with his, then leans down pressing his lips to my exposed shoulder that my sweater’s hanging off. “Later,” he murmurs as he moves his mouth toward my neck, kissing every bit of skin that’s bare. Oh, my.

I lean my head to the side giving him more access. “I’ll bet the baby turtles were just as cute as can be…”

He bites my neck between his lips making me suck in a breath. “Quiet, Mill, unless you’ve got something to say about what I’m doin’ to you,” he mutters then pulls back, his eyes molten on mine, a look of satisfaction on his face and I’m pretty sure he witnessed my little epiphany earlier and now knows how I feel.

Yikes.

“Okay.”

He cups my face in his big hands, his thumbs smoothing over my cheeks to wipe the tears that still linger, then bends, touching his lips to mine. His kiss is light as his lips next brush the right side of my mouth then the left. My hands go to his waist and I try pulling him closer, but he doesn’t budge, his slow seduction only beginning. His lips now graze my jaw then move to kiss that one spot behind my ear, which makes me shiver. He slips his hands under my sweater, sliding them slowly up my sides, then his thumbs glide over my nipples. I let out a long moan, letting my head fall back on my shoulders.

“Got somethin’ to say?” he taunts. Yeah. He knows.

“Good… feels so… good…” I answer, knowing what he wants to hear but too scared to say it.

His hands push my bra up leaving my breasts exposed and he pinches my nipples between his thumbs and fingers as his lips still lightly peruse my neck, the puffs of his breath on me giving me goose bumps as a shiver runs through my entire body. He pulls my sweater up and over my head then bends to suck my nipple into his hot mouth causing me to cry out at the hard pull he gives it.

“Oh, God!” I’m already on the brink of a climax as he moves to my other nipple, his hand behind me, squeezing my ass then sliding his fingers between my legs to push against the seam of my jeans.

One of my hands is at his shoulder where I dig my fingers in, trying to pull him closer, the other sliding down his front to cup his hard shaft through his jeans.

“Tell me, Mill…” he hisses when I slide my hand up then down over his hardness.

But I’m too afraid. So afraid. I don’t know if I can even go there, terrified that things will turn out the same as before. When I don’t answer, he pulls back and gives me a smirk, and I know that he knows I’m afraid.

“Okay… I’ll just fuck it out of you…” he says.

Gah!

The next thing I know, he’s removed all my clothing and I’m standing there bared to him in more ways than one. He gives me a kiss so hot and wet and deep, his hand behind my head wrapping my ponytail around it, holding me to him as his tongue explores every part of my mouth, that I’m dizzy with the strength of it. He tugs my hair making my head go back as his mouth assaults my neck once again. He pulls away, his eyes glittering with lust then he runs both hands down my body, over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs and kneels in front of me. His eyes glow up at me as his hands skim up the insides of my thighs, meeting in the middle where his thumbs move through my folds and then his mouth is on me causing me to gasp. He pulls my leg over his shoulder, wrapping his hand around it as his tongue enters me, probing, laving.

Holy shit.

He takes his time, building the tension inside me, sucking and lapping then pulling away, watching me. When he suddenly sucks my clit inside his hot mouth with the same force he used on my nipples, I split in two right there, coming hard, collapsing over him, my hands grasping the back of his shirt, my head resting atop his as I breathe heavily, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Dear God.

“Wanna tell me now?” he asks huskily, one hand at my lower back holding me steady, the other running up the front of my body as he moves to stand, his mouth following it, planting kisses along the path.

My head is spinning and all I can do is mumble incoherently at what he’s done to me, where he’s taken me as I gaze at him through half-lidded eyes and see a look of pure male satisfaction on his face at making my body submit so strongly to him.

He turns me, laying me on the bed then removes his clothes. Placing a knee on the mattress, he prowls toward me moving my legs apart as he goes, then kneeling between them, laces his arms under my thighs, his hands holding my bottom, and pulls me to him entering me forcefully.

“Kade!” I gasp as he thrusts inside, pounding into me several times before he jerks my hips hard against his, burying his rock hard cock to the hilt, going so deep I can feel the tip against my cervix. He withdraws then does the same making me scream his name out again.

“Tell me, Amelia.”

Oh, God.

He buries himself again, holding me there, grinding against me, an almost punishing act as he waits for me to tell him what he already knows.

“Tell me!” he commands.

And I can’t hold it in any longer. “I love you, Kade! Oh, God, I love you!”

His hands slide to my back and he pulls me up, wrapping my ponytail around his hand and yanks my head back before slamming his lips to mine, hungrily taking everything, all of me, his kiss hard, fierce, possessive.

I’m wrapped completely around him, arms around his neck, legs encircling his waist, when he lowers us to the bed, his body heavy on top of mine. He kisses me again then grazes his teeth along my jaw and whispers in my ear, “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

His hand still holds my ponytail and he tilts my head so that our eyes lock as he begins driving inside me again, his thrusts measured. He slides his hand down my back and under my butt, lifting me, changing the angle and I suck in a breath at how completely he’s filling me, crying out as he pushes inside powerfully. God! Arching up, rocking into him, I begin to meet him thrust for thrust as our eyes hold steady.

“Amelia,” he mutters, his eyes fixed on mine and I lose my breath at the sincerity in his look.

I slide my leg around the back of his thigh, and pushing off the foot of my other, grind hard into him and see him temporarily lose control as his head goes back and he utters a very sexy male sound. Then the alpha’s back as his smoldering gaze returns to mine and he grabs my ass tighter, pulling me as hard to him as possible, delivering blow after pistoning blow with his hips, his cock pummeling inside and I feel myself slipping away, my climax overtaking me as I grip his length inside me and scream his name as I clench around him.

“Fuck!” he roars as he meets his peak with one last stroke, pressing himself deeper, stilling as he comes, gripping me tightly in his arms, almost as if it’s an indication that he’ll never let me go again. And he doesn’t for some time as we lie there connected, his body blanketing mine, protecting me as always, our breathing heavy and in sync.

He falls to the side taking me with him where I cuddle closer and fall asleep face-first in his throat.

Chapter 18

Friday morning I wake and realize I’m alone in bed. I listen for sounds of Kade but he’s gone. I look quickly to the pillow beside me but there’s no cute, little origami note from him. Nothing. And my heart clenches in fear that he finally got what he wanted: a profession of love from me and now he’s out, having pulled some elaborate, cruel trick on me, getting me back for leaving him years ago.

Then I frown. God, when did I get so suspicious? Smacking myself in the forehead, I resolve not to let my mind go to that place until I see him again, look him in the eye, and I can know for sure whether this is all real. Yeah. That’s the plan.

I sit up and make my way to the shower, brilliantly sore in places that I haven’t been since, well, since the last time Kade made love to me. After dressing and drying my hair and having a much-needed cup of coffee, I make my way downstairs and see my cell on the counter. Picking it up, I notice a text from him.

Kade: Love you. Bigger than the sky…

And my heart sings. I glance out the window at his store and see him and Mike carrying something out to a pickup truck while seventy-something-year-old Mr. Jacobs, our old school superintendent, instructs them on how to load it and chuckle when I see the annoyance on Kade’s face.

I can’t help going all ga-ga eyed over him, seeing him looking all hot in his black long-sleeved shirt that hugs his muscles spectacularly, jeans that ride low on his hips, that smoking hot V showing when his shirt comes up as he lifts something to put in the truck. Gah! I keep watching as he and Mike send Mr. Jacobs off with a wave then look at each other and grin. Well, I guess they’ve resolved their differences. When they go back inside, I totally grab a look at Kade’s ass as he enters his store. So sexy.

I decide to stop drooling over him and walk to Mags’ for another cup of coffee before I have to go upstairs and make good use of my vibrator.

When I get back to the garage, I know the State Inspector will be here in a little over an hour, and I need to clean a bit, so I put in my earbuds cranking up my iPod before grabbing a broom.

Now, I know this is always the part of those romance stories where the idiot woman is singing and dancing then she turns to see the man watching her which makes her feel like a nincompoop, but I’ve totally got that covered since the door’s locked and although Kade has a key, he’s busy. So, broom in hand, I start sweeping and singing, feeling a bit like Cinderella on crack, all happy and gooey inside from Kade’s text, practically dancing on air as I go. And, swear to God, if birds come flying in and start helping me, I don’t think I’d be surprised one bit.

I sweep out the front of the store then move to the garage area. “Dangerous” by Big Data is playing and I’m singing loudly, swinging my hips, really getting into it, using the broom as a pole, bending down and curling my hips into it as I stand like I’m some frickin’ stripper, when I turn, and, yep, you guessed it, there stands Kade with a smirk on his handsome face and I scream.

“What the hell, Kade!” I shriek, pulling my earbuds out.

“Oh, don’t stop on account of me,” he replies, still smirking.

I blush profusely and mumble, “Daisies and sunflowers…”

“What?”

“That’s what I want on my grave after I die of embarrassment.” I roll my eyes, shaking my head at how ridiculous I am.

His face gets serious when he says, “Would really love for you to do that little dance for me later.”

“Shut up.”

“Come here,” he says, his eyes searing into mine, looking at me like he wants to devour me.

Holy shit.

I walk to him and he instantly takes my face in his rough hands and leans down kissing me deeply. When he pulls away, I’m left breathless. “Good morning, beautiful.”

I lower my head in more embarrassment and say, “Hi.”

“By the way, I didn’t know.”

I look up at him and frown. Then I realize he’s talking about the line from the song I was singing about loving him and I smack him on the chest. “Well, now you do.” I grin and tiptoe up, kissing him again.

As we kiss, he backs me into the wall, taking the broom from my hand and leaning it to the side. “Fucking love hearing that,” he mumbles against my mouth, pushing his hips into me and I feel his hard length press against my stomach. Our kiss goes deeper as his hand drops and he squeezes my bottom pulling me closer. “Need to be inside you.”

He hurriedly undoes my jeans, peeling them down so I can get one leg out of them. I let out a squeal when he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands threading into his hair as I kiss his neck under his beard. He carries me to the desk and sits me on it then steps back and unbuckles his belt, unzipping his jeans, his eyes on me the whole time. When he pulls his jeans down enough to where his cock springs out, I bite my lip, because, damn, it’s big and gorgeous and perfect. I lean back on my hands and he steps between my legs, holding his shaft and teasing me with the head as he rubs it against my folds.