Hot Like Fire

by Niobia Bryant

  “I can tell,” he teased, his eyes seeming to pierce hers as his hands moved up her squirming body to massage the full, luscious globes of her breasts with supreme skill, making her gasp sharply as chills racked her body. His fingers lightly teased and plucked her thick nipples between deep massages.

  “Feel good?” he asked thickly.

  “So good,” she answered.

  His long and hard penis hung heavily from his body, and she shivered as it lightly brushed against her thigh when he bent his upper body down over hers. Blindly, she reached for it, stroking his heat as he lightly circled her nipple with his tongue.

  Never had Garcelle felt so aroused. So free. So uninhibited. So sexy. “Yes, suck them. Aahh, that feels so good,” she cried out, arching her back as Kade deepened the sucking motion.

  He grunted in agreement as he pressed her breasts together and suckled both of her nipples between delicious bites and licks.

  Garcelle stroked his hardness until she felt the moisture drizzle from the smooth, thick tip. She felt him shiver, and his dick hardened in her grasp. “Yes, Kade,” she whispered into the heated air. “Yes.”

  One of his large, masculine hands slid down to pet her kitty, and he pressed his fingers against her throbbing clit in a circular motion that was a mixture of torture and pleasure.

  He hissed in pleasure as one of his fingers and then another slid deep into her. “Damn, it’s wet,” he moaned against the deep valley of her breasts.

  She moved her hips against his fingers, the sounds of her wetness lightly smacking in the air. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she admitted as she felt tiny spasms fill her core and vibrate her walls. A feeling of great excitement filled her. “I could feel like this forever.”

  Kade slid his fingers from her and leisurely licked the juices from them. “It tastes as good as it smells,” he told her, looking down at her as Garcelle raised her hands above her head and began to move her body as if there were music playing.

  Kade stopped sucking on his fingers to watch her. Her pendulous breasts shifted to the left as her curvaceous hips moved to the right. Back and forth. Back and forth.

  He felt hypnotized. He swallowed a lump in his throat.

  “Hungry?” she asked as she lifted her legs above head.

  Kade licked his lips. Her mound was plump and directly level with his eyes. He reached out for her hips and jerked her forward on the floor. He bent down to trace the top of his tongue against her lips, opening them slightly as he tasted her clit. He felt a shiver race through his body, and his head was clouded with desire for her.

  Kade turned and lay down on his back on the floor. Following his lead, she straddled his head backwards, on her knees. He inhaled her womanly scent before he nuzzled his lips against hers. His hips arched off the floor as he felt her hands surround his hardness.

  He used his hands to open her lips wide, until her small pink bud was exposed to him. The first flicker of his tongue against it made her body jump. The second flicker made her quiver. The third made her swivel her hips against his tongue.

  “Yes, suck me, Kade,” she hummed. “Suck me harder.”

  He took the bud between his lips and pulled. It swelled, and he felt her juices drizzle down his chin. He suckled it with quick and deep motions meant to send her over the edge.

  Garcelle collapsed on him, her breasts pressed against the top of his thighs, her fleshy and smooth buttocks cupping his nose as he devoured her femininity like he was starved. He reached up with one hand and lightly slapped one buttock as he pushed his tongue up into her core. Her tight, ridged walls gripped it.

  He had lost the fight to resist her. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself between her heated and moist thighs.

  He watched as Garcelle rose shakily to her feet and then walked into a bedroom. He jumped to his feet and followed her, but she was leaving the room before he could enter. She held up a six-pack of condoms before she grabbed his hands and led him into her own bedroom.

  The red hue of her room fueled his desire as she climbed onto her bed. He climbed on behind her, and Garcelle snuggled close to him and caressed his hardness with her leg as she leaned over to lightly trace his nipple with her tongue. The soft, curly hairs of his chest tickled her tongue as the bud tightened between her lips.

  Kade pushed her back against the bed and climbed between her open legs. He used one of the condoms to sheath his hardness. The tip of his shaft rested lightly between her lips as he leaned his head down to kiss her deeply. She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist, and with one thrust of his narrow hips, Kade buried his dick deep within her. He felt nothing but the warmth, the moisture, the heat, and the tightness of her center.

  They both cried out. Garcelle writhed beneath him, ready for him to give her more. Kade’s body was tense above hers, unable to take much more.

  Slowly, once his climax subsided, he began to stroke his hardness deep inside of her until his soft hairs brushed lightly against her plump mound. He reached for her bent legs and pressed each one down on either side of her head. He winced as her walls tightened down upon him more.

  Garcelle cried out and tossed her head back and forth on the pillows as she swiveled her hips and pulled down on his length.

  Never had he felt so out control. “Damn,” he cried out.

  Kade looked down at her. Her hair was splayed across the bed. Her eyes were clouded. Her lips were slightly puffy from being well kissed. Her bronzed cheeks were slightly flushed.

  Time became endless as they made love. The storm raging outside coud not compete with the passion they’d created in that small bedroom.

  Kade wrapped his arms around her waist as he stroked deeply within her moist heat. Their eyes locked as they breathed in each other’s essence until they both began to shiver with their rising climaxes. They brought their mouths together and kissed, clutching each other tightly and letting the tumultuous waves glide over their bodies as they gave in to losing control.

  12

  Kade lay on his side and looked down at Garcelle as she slept. The wall was cold against his back and buttocks, his legs and feet hung off the end of the bed, and there was hardly enough room for the two of them, but he was lying beside Garcelle, so there wasn’t a better bed anywhere as far as he was concerned.

  She turned on her side and snuggled against him. “Kade,” she whispered in her sleep.

  He bent down and kissed her bare shoulder. “I’m right here,” he whispered in her ear as he placed his arm over her waist and held her close.

  When Reema died, he never imagined finding a woman who would touch him as deeply ever again. He had fought his attraction and awareness of Garcelle since that first moment he saw her at Kahron’s. Even then something about her shook him. He had tried to deny it, but his mind couldn’t fight what his body—and his heart—wanted. Last night had been like nothing he had ever experienced. He didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want to lose her. He’d had enough loss in his life.

  He climbed from the bed, trying his best not to awaken her. Naked, he walked to the living room, picked up his jeans, and slipped them on. Barefoot and shirtless, Kade checked the interior of the house to make sure there was no damage before he went outside into nothing but brilliant sunshine. The storm had come and passed. He sat down on the damp top step of the porch before he checked for any outside damage.

  He was torn. He wanted to remain true to that deep and profound love he had for Reema, but he couldn’t imagine his life without Garcelle. Reema was gone. She wasn’t coming back. Being with Garcelle was not like having an affair. He hadn’t cheated on his wife.

  So why did he feel like he had?

  Kade had stopped smoking back in his late twenties, but at that moment, he would have slapped a pit bull to get his hands on a cigarette.

  A black car rolled into the yard. Kade squinted as the power window opened and he looked into the face of Mr. Rico Suave. Kade flexed his shoulders because there wa
s no mistaking the anger on the other man’s face.

  “Is Garcelle here?” Joaquin asked as he climbed out of the car.

  “She’s sleeping,” Kade told him as he tilted his head to the side to eye him.

  “Who are you?”

  “Garcelle’s guest. Who are you?” Kade countered.

  “Garcelle’s boyfriend,” Joaquin volleyed back, with emphasis.

  Kade smiled as he squinted his eyes against the sun. “I’m pretty confident that’s not true.”

  The man’s olive complexion turned beet red in anger. “You son of a bitch!”

  Kade rose to his feet as Joaquin came charging at him. He ducked a blow and followed through with a powerful uppercut, which sent Joaquin flying backwards into a puddle in the middle of the yard. When Joaquin jumped quickly to his feet and came charging at him, Kade leaped down from the porch and put his dukes up, ready to meet him head-on.

  Garcelle rolled over in bed, with a deep moan of satisfaction. Stretching her limbs in the sweat-soaked and tangled sheets, she smiled at what she’d shared with Kade last night. His words. His lovemaking. His very presence.

  She sat up. “Kade,” she called out as she kicked the sheets from her legs and rose, naked, from the bed.

  Was he gone? Did he regret his words? Did he regret the lovemaking? Did he regret ever coming there?

  Garcelle grabbed a football jersey nightshirt and pulled it over her head as she hurried from the bedroom. She frowned at the sound of raised voices. Her eyes widened when she looked out the front door and saw Kade and Joaquin fighting on the muddy ground.

  She cursed them both in Spanish as she burst out the door and leapt from the stairs, landing in a puddle and sending mud flecks and brown water splashing up onto her legs and under her short nightshirt. She raced to jump in between them. They jumped to their feet on either side of her, with their chests heaving. They were covered from head to foot in mud.

  “Are you two kidding me?” she asked, looking back and forth between them. “I mean seriously. Seriously!”

  People were out on their porches and in their yards, watching the spectacle. Garcelle could just spit in frustration at the two of them.

  “Kade, go inside,” she told him in a hard voice as she pointed to the door.

  “Joaquin, go home,” she told him as she pointed to his car.

  Kade stayed still.

  Joaquin’s black eyes turned cold as they took in the nudeness of her body in the nightshirt, which barely covered her buttocks. “You screwing this fool while you and me are working on getting back together?”

  Kade barreled toward him, and Garcelle turned and placed her hands on his chest. She could have died from embarrassment. “Go home, Joaquin. I will call you later,” she called over her shoulder.

  Joaquin laughed bitterly as his face twisted in anger. “What’s this? Payback ’cause I dumped your ass?”

  “You are a real asshole,” Kade shouted as he picked Garcelle up and moved her out of his path. Kade took two long strides, then picked Joaquin up by his shirt and held him high in the air. “She said, ‘Go home.’”

  “How’s it feel getting my leftovers?” Joaquin asked snidely as he laughed in Kade’s face.

  “Joaquin!” Garcelle called out sharply.

  Kade turned and tossed Joaquin onto the hood of his car, with a loud thud.

  The mud on his clothes sent Joaquin sliding off the hood and back into the mud. He scrambled to his feet and climbed into his car. “No need for your trickin’ ass to call me. Fuck you, Garcelle,” he called through his window before he reversed out of the yard, sending mud flying at Kade and Garcelle, and sped away.

  Kade and Garcelle faced each other, covered from heat to foot with mud. “Would this be a spa treatment?” Garcelle asked as she used her fingers to wipe some of the mud from her face.

  Kade smiled, and his white teeth showed through the mud on his own face. “I doubt it.”

  They started laughing together.

  Garcelle moved over to him, walking with her legs spread open to keep the mud from making them stick together. She reached up to spike his hair with the mud before she placed her hands up on his shoulders. “He wasn’t my boyfriend. Well, not anymore,” she told him as he brought his muddy arms around her waist.

  “I know that,” he said.

  She tilted her head back to look up at him. She smiled as he bent his head to kiss her. “Eskimo kiss,” she said.

  “At least the lights are on now, and we can wash,” Kade said as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers.

  In rural states like South Carolina, water was supplied by a well, and without power, the well’s pump didn’t work. Therefore, if there were no lights, there was no water.

  “Let’s go back to your house,” Garcelle offered. “We can just lay around all day naked.”

  Kade paused. “I . . . uh, have a better idea. Kadina’s gone for the weekend, and I can afford to take a mini-vacation, so let’s drive into Charleston and make a weekend of it. Take in a show, get some dinner, go back to the room . . .”

  “That sounds real nice, Kade,” she told him, with honesty. “So nice that I might just kiss you with the mud.”

  “I might just let you.”

  “Let’s go in. The neighbors have enough to talk about without me flashing them.”

  “After the shower, can we get a replay of last night?” he asked as he swung her up into his arms to carry her into the house.

  Garcelle’s smoky eyes shined through the mud as she smiled at him saucily. “After? Why not during?”

  Kade walked into the house and closed the door with his foot.

  Bianca tried Mimi’s home number and cell phone number for the thousandth time since Mimi returned to Atlanta two weeks ago. Like always, it rang several times and then went to voice mail. She bit her bottom lip as she put her chin in her hand and looked out of the home office she shared with Kahron.

  Something was definitely up with Mimi. Definitely.

  She started to call Kahron, but she knew he was in horse heaven at the horse trials in Georgia. Besides, she loved her husband, and she knew that he adored her, but complications in her friendship with Mimi definitely were not uppermost in his mind . . . especially this particular weekend.

  She sighed as she looked down at her schedule for the day. It was pretty much clear. Maybe she would play a little hooky herself.

  She called Garcelle’s house phone, but it just rang and rang. For Christmas, she was going to treat the woman to a cell phone. “Hello. It’s 2007, for God’s sake,” Bianca muttered as she picked up the phone and dialed Kaitlyn’s cell phone. Now Kaitlyn, on the other hand, didn’t see the necessity of a landline phone, because she never went anywhere without her bejeweled Sidekick.

  Bianca rolled her eyes as Kaitlyn’s line went straight to voice mail. “I am enjoying life to the fullest, and I know you wouldn’t want to disturb that, so leave me a message, and I’ll get back to when my head is out of the clouds. Holla!”

  “Kaitlyn. I got one word for you, heifer. Shopping. Bet that gets you out of the clouds. Call me.” Bianca dropped the phone back on the hook.

  Her thoughts went back to Mimi. She bit her lip and ran her fingers through her fresh straw set before she snatched up the phone to dial her father.

  “King Ranch.”

  “Dad, uh . . . uh, have you talked to Mimi?” she asked, feeling nervous as she played with her diamond hoop earrings.

  “Of course. Why? Haven’t you?”

  “No, I’ve been calling her, and she isn’t answering or returning my calls.”

  The line went quiet.

  Bianca unsnapped an earring and snapped it back on. “Okay. Spill. What’s going on?”

  “I’m not getting into this. You two work it out,” he said gruffly.

  “Work what out?” Bianca snapped.

  “This is all I will say. You’re my child, and I love you, but you should be more careful about what you say, because you ne
ver know who can hear you.”

  “Daddy, what are you talking about . . . ?”

  I love my friend, but I don’t think she’s right for my father. The words she’d spoken in the kitchen to Garcelle came back to her. But there was no way Mimi had heard her . . . was there?

  Bianca winced as she dropped her head into her hand. “Shit.”

  “Shit is right, Bianca.”

  Bianca hung up the phone. How could she fix it when Mimi wouldn’t even talk to her?

  Zorrie ran her hands through her hair as she slammed the phone down. Kade wasn’t answering his house phone or his cell phone. “Damn, damn, damn, damn,” she swore as she banged her fist against the top of her desk.

  This morning she’d received a call and had to return to work. She hated that she had to cut her trip short. It couldn’t be avoided if she wanted to remain the vice president of human resources for one of the largest wireless companies in the country.

  She thought of the steam rising between Kade and Garcelle, and she could literally scream in frustration. She had to get back down there. She didn’t give a damn if she had to fake a major illness and take long-term sick leave. She would head back to Holtsville, South Carolina, as soon as possible, and she was going to claim her ultimate prize . . . Kade Strong. She just had to.

  “This little piggy went to the market . . . This little piggy stayed home . . . This little piggy had roast beef. . . This little piggy had none . . . And this little piggy cried, ‘Wee! Wee! Wee!’ all the way home.”

  Garcelle laughed as Kade’s strong hand tickled her foot as they sat facing each other in the Jacuzzi tub filled with frothy bubbles. She tried to free her foot from his hand. “Quit, Kade. Let the little piggies go. I’m ticklish,” she said, slapping her hand against the water to send some flying in his direction.

  “If you get used to my touch, your feet won’t be so ticklish anymore,” he told her as he began to massage the soles of her feet. He laughed huskily before he wiggled his brows and then sucked her toes.