Broken Hart: The Hart Duet Book One

by Bo Reid

  I haul myself out of bed, and sleepily make my way to the nursery.

  “Good morning little buddy,” I say softly as I open his door, and almost immediately he stops crying after hearing my voice.

  “Are you hungry? Your mama left some fresh milk out, why don’t we get that for you?”

  First, I set him on the changing table and get him ready for the day. Then I make my way back to Hartley’s room with him in my arms. I climb back in bed, grabbing the bottle and pop it in his mouth. He almost immediately spits out the silicone nipple, not wanting it. We go through this every time; he is stubborn like his mother.

  “Dude don’t be like that, your mom worked hard for this stuff,” I tell him.

  I swear he looks at me defiantly, well as defiantly as a baby can. But he accepts the bottle and eagerly sucks down the contents. I don’t even notice the water in the shower stop or Hartley emerging from the bathroom until she places a gentle hand on my shoulder. I look up to see her smiling at me. I move over so she can join us in bed.

  She climbs in next to me under the covers and snuggles up to my side.

  “You’re amazing you know that?” she says as she strokes the back of Brooks' head. I lean down and plant a kiss on her head.

  “No, that would be you.”

  A few silent moments pass and I look down to see Hartley asleep as Brooks finishes off his bottle.

  “Come on little buddy, let’s go make mommy coffee for when she wakes up. You know how she gets,” I whisper to Brooks and slide out of bed with him.

  I cover up Hartley. We don’t need to go into the store today, so I’m going to let her rest.

  An hour later, Brooks and I are lying on the couch, well I’m lying on the couch and he’s lying on my chest. We’re watching old Scooby-Doo cartoons when I hear Hartley’s door open and she makes her way down the hall.

  “You know, you keep letting me sleep while you disappear with my kid. You feed him, put him to bed, watch cartoons; if you’re not careful I’ll never let you leave me,” she says yawning.

  I hope she never lets me leave.

  “You know I can’t say that it would be much of a hardship to stay with you.” I smile.

  “Did you already eat?” she asks heading for the kitchen.

  I sit up and put Brooks on the carpet, dragging his box of toys over to him. He eagerly starts pulling things out and throwing them around the room.

  “Not yet. Brooks had one bottle this morning, and I made coffee,” I tell her as she’s got her head in the pantry rummaging around like a hungry bear. When she turns around, she holds up a few packs of different flavored bagels.

  “Bagels?” she asks, and I smile.

  Walking over to her I plant a kiss on the top of her head. While she puts the bagels in the toaster, I grab my phone and text Sol.

  KASEN: You busy tonight?

  SOL: Free as a bird what’s up?

  KASEN: Will you watch Brooks for the evening?

  SOL: Only if you tell me what’s up.

  KASEN: I want to take your sister on a date, a proper one.

  SOL: It’s about damn time! I’ll be over at 5 pm, you better give her the fucking world.

  KASEN: I intend to.

  I take a deep breath and let it out, gathering the strength to ask Hart on a real date.

  “Hartley?” I ask, and she turns from the fridge with cream cheese in her hand.

  “Yeah?”

  “Will you go on a date with me? Tonight?” I ask, nervous that she’ll say no but instead, she smiles.

  “I’d love to! I just have to ask Sol to babysit,” she says.

  “He’ll be here at five,” I tell her, and her smile gets even bigger.

  “Did you think of everything?”

  “Of course. Cause you deserve someone who thinks of everything,” I tell her.

  Chapter 27: Wisteria Tree

  Hartley

  Since Kasen wouldn’t tell me where we’re going tonight, I decided to go for a casual look; jeans, boots, and a tank top. I did curl my hair and put on makeup though. I doubt he will take me anywhere super fancy since that’s not him, and it’s not me either. I hear a knock at the front door; not sure who that could be, Sol is already here, and the ass doesn’t knock anyways.

  “Sol, can you get the door?” I yell from my room.

  “I’m busy!” he yells back, other than eating my food and watching my TV I don’t see what he could be busy doing.

  “Kasen, can you get it?”

  Silence.

  Fine, I guess I will get it, I’m ready anyways. I grab my red flannel from my bed and tie it around my waist as I make my way down the hall. Sol is sitting on the couch with Brooks flipping through the channels. Clearly very busy, I roll my eyes at him.

  When I open the front door, Kasen is standing on the other side with flowers, looking exceptionally handsome in dark denim jeans, and a black t-shirt that hugs every inch of his cut muscular frame.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him.

  He smiles and hands me the flowers, wildflowers from the fields along the driveway. My favorite.

  “Picking you up for our date of course, are you ready?” he asks.

  “But you live here, why did you knock?” I ask.

  “Believe it or not My Hart, most people don’t live together before going on their first date, so I decided to pick you up properly,” he says.

  I yell at Sol that we’ll be back later and take Kasen’s outstretched hand. He leads me over to the passenger side of my Jeep and opens my door for me. I glare at him and he laughs.

  “Yes, I know. If I scratch your baby, you’ll cut me. Now get in.”

  We drive into town with Kasen holding my hand over the gear shift.

  “How hungry are you?” he asks, and I think for a minute.

  “I could eat, but I could also wait another hour or so, I’m not too hungry yet,” I tell him, and he nods.

  When he pulls into the go-cart track arena I smile. Of course, Kasen wouldn’t just take me to dinner, he would take me out for an activity that I will love. ‘Cause he knows me. ‘Cause he isn’t trying to impress me with money.

  “Oh, I’m so going to kick your ass,” I tell him before jumping out of the Jeep. He laughs and does the same, grabbing the keys.

  I take off towards the front door, but he quickly catches up to me with his long damn legs and wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground.

  “You sure about that?” he asks

  “Yes!” I yell as he pinches and tickles my sides before setting me back down on my feet and taking my hand.

  We go into the building and Kasen pays, refusing my money. I walk over to the go-karts lined up on the wall of the track. The teenager manning the track helps me into a blue go-kart, and Kasen picks a black and white one. When they ring the bell and open the little door to the track I lay my foot all the way on gas and take off.

  “Son of a bitch,” I hear Kasen laugh as I speed past him onto the track.

  We race around the indoor track for the next hour, laughing and smiling. We compete to see who can do the fastest lap. We race the teenagers that come in. Afterwards when our time is up, and my smile is so big my cheeks will be sore in the morning, he takes my hand and leads me out to the Jeep. He opens my door and helps me in. When he gets in the driver’s side, he grabs my hand again.

  Everything with Kasen is easy, it always has been. He was easy to trust; it’s been easy to be his friend. It was easy to help him with the parole board, and it’s been easy to live and work with him. I can see it’ll be just as easy to be an us because we have been an unofficial us for months now.

  We pull into the Burger Hut and I smile. Leaning over I give him a kiss on the cheek. We both order double bacon cheeseburgers with avocado, garlic fries, and milkshakes. We take our food to the outside tables and stuff our faces. He steals my fries and gives me some of his avocado from his burger.

  When we get home, Brooks is asleep, Sol gives me a kiss on t
he cheek and leaves instead of spending the night. Kasen and I kick off our shoes by the door, he goes to get us some waters while I set up a movie in the living room after checking in on Brooks. Kasen sits next to me and hauls me into his lap.

  “Believe it or not most first dates the guy leaves after dropping the girl off,” I tease him.

  “But I live here,” he pouts. “And we both know our situation isn’t normal,” he says and lightly kisses my lips.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I move so I’m straddling him, and he runs his hands down my back, cupping my ass. We sit like that for a while, kissing and touching; exploring each other. He never pushes to go farther, but I want so much more. I feel like we’ve been having verbal foreplay for months.

  I reach for the hem of his shirt and he lifts his arms over his head so I can get it off. When I toss his to the side, I pull mine over my head. I look back at him and there is a lustful fire burning in his eyes, and I need him. I kiss him hard, showing him how much I need him. I gently move my hips, grinding against his hard dick. He pulls back briefly to look at me.

  “Tell me what you need My Hart.”

  “You,” I whisper. “Just you.” He grips my hips slightly.

  “Are you sure?” he asks, and I nod my head.

  He stands up with me in his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him and pulling at his hair. He groans into our kiss and when we get to my room, he gently lowers me to the bed without breaking our lips apart or untangling my legs from his waist.

  He settles between my legs, kissing me deeply and grinding his dick into my center, causing me to moan into his mouth. God, he feels so good. With Kasen there’s no rush, he isn’t in a hurry, he worships my body like he has all the time in the world to be here.

  He gently slides his hand down my body and traces his fingers along the top of my pants. When his hand lands on the button of my jeans he pauses, silently asking for permission.

  “Please,” I whispers as I buck my hips up against him, and he undoes my button. I reach for his belt, undoing it and then his pants as he undoes mine. I push his jeans down as he pulls mine over my hips. I lift my hips to help him slide my jeans off. Once they’re gone, he removes his and settles back between my legs, going back to kissing me.

  He moves his kisses down my neck, along my collar bone, and between the valley of my breasts. Moving lower, he kisses along my hip bones and fingers the top of my lacy panties. I don’t stop him as he dips his head lower, finding just how ready I am for him. He moans and licks my core over my panties. He pulls my panties to the side and licks up my slit, making me moan.

  Quickly, he removes the last layer between us, I lift my hips to help him. Once they’re discarded, he settles his face between my legs. Flattening his tongue and he licks my slit, then sucks my clit, gently nipping. He slowly adds a finger, then another inside me, and curves them to hit just the right spot inside me while he sucks my core.

  He pulls my legs over his shoulders to give him better access to my heat and doesn’t let up when my moans become embarrassingly loud, he lifts his head up smiling at me. His lips are wet with my arousal.

  “Might want to keep it down My Hart, unless you want little man to wake up and cut this short.” He smiles and I groan, dropping my head back onto my pillow and covering my face with my arm.

  He dips his head back between my legs and relentlessly licks, sucks, and bites until I feel a fire spreading all over my body. I grab a pillow and cover my face as I moan. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, my thighs shake, and my back arches off the bed. Kasen puts a hand across my stomach to hold me still while he licks up every bit of my arousal.

  I feel him climb up my body, I toss the pillow aside and push his boxers down, freeing his massive erection. I take him in my hand and stroke him. He lets out a low moan when I run my thumb over the tip of his swollen head, tracing a drop of precum. I lift my thumb to my mouth and suck it clean as he watches me, and fire blazes in his eyes.

  Leaning down he takes my mouth in his, I taste myself in his kiss. I line his cock up with my entrance, and he pulls back.

  “Are you sure?”

  Instead of words, I buck my hips up, taking just barely the tip of his cock into my body. “Fuck me Kasen,” I whisper.

  And he does. He pushes inside me, balls deep. He stills, waiting just a moment so my body can stretch to his size. When I wiggle my hips encouraging him to move, he does, slowly at first. I grab his head and pull him down to kiss him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I encourage him to go harder, faster, deeper. I need all of him.

  It doesn’t take long for my second orgasm to start to build. When I start breathing hard Kasen reaches between us and presses his thumb against my swollen clit, putting just the right amount of pressure mixed with slow circles, and my body falls apart when my orgasm crashes into me like a wave in the ocean. I come apart on his cock and he presses a kiss to my lips to absorb my moans.

  I rake my fingernails roughly down his back causing him to start pumping into me more erratically, chasing his own release, and when he comes he whispers My Hart like my name is both a curse and a prayer.

  His damnation as well as his salvation.

  He collapses on top of me but holds himself up on his forearms so he doesn’t crush my chest. We’re both panting and sated. He kisses my lips gently, then slowly pulls out of me. He goes into the bathroom and I hear water running, he comes out with a warm wet washcloth and presses it gently between my thighs, cleaning me up.

  After tossing the washcloth into the hamper, he lays down next to me, wraps me in his arms, and presses a gentle kiss to my hair. “My Hart,” he whispers just as the monitor goes off with Brooks’ cries. We both laugh lightly.

  “Perfect timing,” I say.

  Chapter 28: Elm Tree

  Hartley

  I feel someone nudging me awake as they softly whisper my name, stroking my hair.

  “My Hart, time to get up love. Little man needs you.” I hear in a deep gravelly voice, Kasen.

  I slowly peel my eyes back and see him standing at my side of the bed, gloriously shirtless in loose sweatpants and holding Brooks. I pull myself to a sitting position, so Kasen can place a hungry Brooks in my arms. He reaches across me to grab another pillow to prop behind my head. He places a kiss on my forehead, puts a gentle hand on Brooks' head, and whispers just about the sexiest thing ever.

  “I’ll make the coffee.”

  It’s been one bliss filled week since the gala, a week of kisses with Kasen. Sleeping with Kasen. Late movie nights and watching him care for Brooks as if he was his own flesh and blood. Every time I catch him rocking him to sleep, changing a diaper, or him just sitting with me while I nurse, my heart swells.

  Everyone always talks about what they want in a man; money, nice cars, fancy dinners, roses, whatever. I just want Kasen. He is kind and gentle; fiercely loyal and protective.

  I get out of bed and pull on one of Kasen’s t-shirts. It’s far too big and the hem stops at my mid-thigh. Wrapping a milk drunk Brooks in a blanket, we pad out to the living room. I place Brooks in his cradle in the corner, and when I turn around Kasen is standing in front of me holding two coffee mugs. He hands one to me, and I take a sip. Perfection. He grabs my free hand and leads me to the couch.

  We sit silently for a few moments just enjoying the peace, the comfort, and each other.

  “Sol asked me if I would help him pack the medical kits for the PCT hike this morning. He wants to double check the inventory,” Kasen says.

  “Okay, when are you leaving?” I ask.

  “I was going to head out to meet him in about an hour or so.”

  “Would you mind dropping Brooks off with Martha? I was going to do some hiking out back today,” I say.

  “I don’t like you going alone,” he says squeezing my shoulder. I lean into him hugging his side.

  “I’ve been solo hiking since I was 14, I can handle my literal back yard,” I tell him
leaning up to kiss his lips. He sighs.

  “Fine, I’ll drop him off. Do you want me to pick him up on my way back?”

  “That would be great.” I smile, hopping up to pack Brooks bag for the day and get a light slap on the ass when I pass Kasen.

  So naturally, I turn around and slide back down into his lap, straddling his thighs.

  “When did you say you were leaving again?” I whisper against his ear and trail kisses down his neck, lightly biting at his shoulder.

  He runs his large hands up my thighs, under the hem of his t-shirt I’m wearing, and cups my ass, pulling me closer to him.

  “Have I told you how sexy you are in my clothes?” he growls, spreading his hot breath across my skin.

  I feel his erection straining against his sweatpants and I slowly swirl my hips, earning a small nip at my neck. I run my hands down his bare chest and stop to trail my fingers gently across the skin just above the waistband of his pants. He bucks his hips up into me, causing me to softly moan.

  He kisses me, gently sweeping his tongue across my lips. I part my mouth and welcome him. His fingers move slowly across my panties till he reaches the front. He dips his hand under the lace and when he finds how wet I am for him he groans against my mouth.

  I reach my hand inside his pants, pushing the waistband down. He raises his hips enough for me to pull his hard dick out. As he gently pushes two fingers inside me, I stroke his dick in my hand. I push my hips into his hand, needing more of him. Raising up on my knees I move his dick to my heat, he pulls my panties aside and I sink down onto his hard length.

  He moves his hands to my hips and slowly starts to rock my hips, pulling me up and down and rotating my hips against his pelvis so my clit rubs just the right spot.

  Our movements are slow, there’s no hurry, as though we have all the time in the world to just be together. I feel the heat like a wildfire spreading across my skin, Kasen feels it too. He reaches between us, pressing his thumb to my clit with just the right amount of pressure, mixed with a circular motion and I’m done. I fall apart on him, he kisses me to capture the moans that I’m unable to hold back.