by Apryl Baker
Then he did as she asked and started to fuck her. His hands found hers, and he twined their fingers as he increased his tempo, his body a blanket over her to protect and cherish her. He dragged his tongue over the pulse point in her neck. Its rapid beating matched his own.
He felt her body clenching, coiling, getting ready to burst, and he increased his depth and rocked into her. He ignored the sound of the mattress, ignored the sound of the headboard beating against the wall, and listened to her rapid breathing, the small noises she made, the sound of his flesh smacking into hers. It was the most beautiful song he’d ever head.
When her orgasm crashed over her, he felt it coat him. His name left her lips, the scream loud in his ears as he slammed himself into her again and again. She was so tight. She’d always been just a little too small for him, and that hadn’t changed. He plowed his way through, forcing her to stretch wider and wider so she took all of him with each hard push. When his own release came, he buried himself right against her cervix, and his harsh shout matched her own.
He fell, his legs giving out, and landed on her, still balls deep inside her. It took him a moment to get control of himself and pull out. Her soft cry echoed in his ear and he winced, knowing she was sore. “Sorry, milka.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Angel turned and rolled over, cuddling on his chest when he lay back. “Thank you.”
He laughed and kissed her forehead. “No, sweetheart, thank you, even if you almost killed me.”
Angel playfully slapped his chest. “Killed you? You were the one who decided to torture me until I think I lost my mind a little.”
He hugged her, and she lay there listening to the rapid pulse of his heart against her ear. It slowed, and the steady beat soon had her eyes drooping. He’d worn her out.
“Angel?”
“Hmm?”
“I was thinking.”
“That’s never a good thing.”
He slapped her ass playfully. “Behave. I was thinking with your school semester over and my being on medical leave for a while, we could go to Russia. My mama and babushka want to meet you. They’re both pissed at me because I never told them I was married.”
“Did you tell them about before?” She could just imagine that conversation.
“Yes. I told my parents and my babushka everything.” The grumpiness in his tone spoke volumes about how that conversation went over.
“What’s a babushka?”
“It means grandmother, and I’m pretty sure when mine lays eyes on me, she’s going to grab my ear and give me a thrashing.”
Angel giggled at the image. She could imagine this little old lady giving him what for.
“It’s not funny, milka. I have a serious fear for my life.”
“Stop. You have a wonderful family. If your brothers are any indication, they love you and will do just about anything for you.”
“They’re not just my family, Angel.” He tipped her head up so she was looking him in the eyes. “They’re your family now too. All you have to do is let them in. I know they can never replace Peter, but your new brothers will love and protect you just as fiercely. He’d be happy for you to have found a new family. All you have to do is let us in.”
Angel felt her breath catch at the mention of Peter. The pain was there, harsh and quick, but it wasn’t as terrible as before. Kade healed some of the holes he’d torn into her heart, and some of the ones Peter had left as well. Nikoli, Viktor, and Dimitri treated her like their own sister. It had confused her at first, until she’d seen them with Kade. Family was important to the Kincaids, and as soon as they’d learned she was Kade’s wife, they became her family. He was right. All she had to do was stop holding on to the past and let them love her.
One thing did bother her, though. She hadn’t broached it because there’d been no time. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” Kade started rubbing lazy circles along her back, and she almost forgot what she wanted to say at the sensation. His hands were magical.
“You said earlier that you used to drink a lot, that it was so bad your boss made you get help. Do you still have a problem?” He’d shown up that first night with whiskey on his breath. It bothered her quite a bit.
“No. I was never a true alcoholic. When I decided to stop, I stopped. I was drowning memories, and instead of drinking myself into liver disease, I focused on my work. I still drink sometimes, especially when I’m on a bad case and I need to wash away the mutilated images, but it’s not a problem.”
“You’re sure?” Her grandfather had been an alcoholic. It wasn’t something she wanted to live through again.
“I’m sure, baby. If you want. I won’t touch another drink again.”
Liquor seemed to be something the Kincaid men did together, and she wouldn’t take that away from him as long as it wasn’t a problem. “Just promise me if it ever becomes a problem, you’ll get help.”
“I promise.” Kade rolled and leaned over the side of the bed, pulling his jeans back up with him. He fished out a little black box from the pocket and placed it on her palm. “I had Mama send this to me. It belonged to my great-grandmother. She gave it to Babushka to give to me when I found the person I wanted to share my life with. That’s you, Angelique Renae Lemoraux Kincaid.”
Angel opened the ring box and gasped. A beautiful emerald ring sat blinking at her. Small diamonds clustered around it, sparkling in the light from the bedside lamp.
“I never got you a proper engagement ring.” He took the ring and slipped it on her finger. “Then again, we never really had a proper engagement, did we?”
She smiled. “No, I guess we didn’t.”
“Or a proper wedding.” His eyes twinkled.
What was he up to?
“I think, Mrs. Kincaid, that you deserve a proper wedding with all the bells and whistles and the dress. So, what do you say? Will you marry me…again?”
“Well, I don’t know, Kincaid. I think you can’t skip dinner and go straight to dessert. You did forget you were married.”
“Back to that, are we?”
“Mmmhmmm.” She grinned. “I think I deserve a proper courtship before I say yes to this engagement of yours.”
“Courtship?”
“Dates, flowers, candy, the whole nine yards. I think you need to do some proper wooing.”
“Is that a fact?”
“That’s a fact.” She grinned, remembering Lily’s idea.
“So, you won’t marry me?”
“No, Kincaid, I won’t marry you.”
His eyes narrowed.
“We got married on February third. Ask me again on February third, and I might say yes, if you’ve done a proper job of wooing your wife, who you forgot about.”
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“No, Kincaid. You aren’t.”
He lunged, rolling them both so she landed on her backside.
“Well, then, Mrs. Kincaid, I’ll spend the rest of our lives doing my best to make it up to you.”
He kissed her, and a peace settled over Angel.
She’d found her way home, and she wasn’t ever going to take it for granted.
The End
As most of you probably do, I think Angel and Kade have more to their story and so they'll be getting a second book in the super-secret project I am working on coming early next year! The man has some serious wooing if he wants his girl to say yes to his proposal! Until then, I hope you've enjoyed Angel and Kade's love story.
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Acknowledgements
Anyone who knows me knows whenever I sit down to write a romance novel, my stomach starts twisting and fear overcomes me. I never think it's perfect, and I'm a perfectionist.
If not for the people who tell me I do okay with romance, I'd be sunk—Chazz, Lori, Kay, and Jocqueline. Thank you all for keeping me from just chucking them all!
Thanks to my readers for continuing to support me. I write for you guys, and as long as you tell me I entertain you even a little bit, I'll keep writing my nonsense!
Thanks to the folks over at Limitless for being so patient and never pushing me to get a move on when it comes to the romance novels. They give me space and time, so thank you all.
Big shout out to all the bloggers who have helped share my romance novels. You helped so much in getting a struggling romance author off the ground. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking a chance on an unknown!
Lastly, thanks to my family for suffering through all my mood swings, my talking to myself as I roam the house arguing with the characters who want to do one thing and I want them to do another. To be the family of an author means you put up with all sorts of crazy! I love y'all and refuse to promise to not go into my crazy writing zone next time!
About the Author
So who am I? Well, I’m the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesn’t love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.
Growing up in a small town, I learned a lot of values and morals, I also learned parents have spies everywhere and there’s always someone to tell your mama you were seen kissing a particular boy on a particular day just a little too long. So when you get grounded, what is there left to do? Read! My Aunt Jo gave me my first real romance novel. It was a romance titled “Lord Margrave’s Deception.” I remember it fondly. But I also learned I had a deep and abiding love of mysteries and anything paranormal. As I grew up, I started to write just that and would entertain my friends with stories featuring them as main characters.
Now, I live Huntersville, NC where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierce…lol.
I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.
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