Kade closed the door behind his brothers then made his way back over to Angel’s couch. She’d passed out a while ago, and they’d all been mindful of her. She didn’t sleep well, so anytime she looked restful, Kade dared anyone to disturb her.
After three weeks in the hospital, she’d wanted to come home to her own apartment. As grateful as she was for the use of the penthouse, she seemed more at ease here in her small, cozy apartment. It soothed her. Kade had seen the difference in her almost immediately. She was back in familiar territory, and it comforted her in a way Nikoli’s expensive fort of a penthouse never could.
Viktor and Nikoli had come over to discuss which job offer Kade was going to take. They’d both offered him positions in their companies. Kade loved his work with the FBI, but he loved Angel more. His position with the BAU kept him on the road more days than he was home. As tenuous as their new relationship was, he didn’t want to sabotage it by being gone all the time or causing her undue worry when he went off hunting a serial killer. She’d seen enough violence to last three lifetimes. Nikoli wanted him to be head of security at his gaming company and Viktor offered him full partnership in the small private security firm he’d built in New York. The latter was more attuned to his skills. It offered him a way to serve and protect and still keep Angel happy.
After what she’d gone through, she deserved some happiness. The man they knew as Wes Donovan currently resided in a maximum-security facility awaiting trial. The real Wes Donovan died at the age of six months of SIDS. His identity had been assumed by their serial killer. Angus, his supervisor at the BAU, had called Kade and spoken to him at length about the unsub. He fascinated Angus. Kade wished him all the best in discovering the secrets buried in the psychopath’s psyche. If Kade never had to see him again, it would be too soon.
She whimpered, and the sound echoed in his heart. He’d give anything to take away her fear. Angel’s sleeping form twisted, her arms flailing. She kicked out, and Kade caught her leg before it could do him much harm, but it only made it worse. In her panic, she fought harder, her fear and anger evident in her cries.
Kade caught both her hands and pulled her to him, dragging her across his lap, careful of her still healing back. He shook her gently. “Wake up, sweetheart.” She opened her eyes, the nightmare still holding her in its grip. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and she fought—she kicked, she bit, she twisted so hard, Kade almost lost his grip on her. “Angel, wake up. It’s just a dream, baby. Wake up.”
Angel blinked, Kade’s face coming into focus as the memory of the peeling wallpaper and the feel of her attacker’s hands dissipated. A low sob broke free from deep within her, and she wrapped herself around Kade as he continued to whisper and try to soothe her.
“Easy, baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
His gentle assurance only made her cry harder. Safe. She never felt safe once her eyes closed and the memories tormented her. All she dreamed about was the feel of his hands on her, the memory of watching her attacker push his fingers inside her, the way he’d fingered her while he’d scalded her skin with boiling water.
“Why won’t it stop?” She buried her head against his chest, her tears making dark stains on the blue shirt. “Why can’t I get him out of my head?”
“Shhh, don’t cry, baby.” He stroked her hair, and Angel snuggled deeper into him, his nearness chasing away the last vestiges of her dream. “What can I do? What do you need?”
Could he erase every memory she had of Wes Donovan and that bedroom?
Angel hated feeling like this, hated herself for being so weak. Why couldn’t she shake this awful fear? She jumped at the smallest noise. If anyone touched her before she knew they were there, she screamed. She felt an obsessive need to check all the doors and windows to make sure they were locked. She’d started researching home security systems and self-defense classes.
“Just tell me how to help you.”
The need to make it all better vibrated in his voice along with a sense of helplessness. Angel looked up at him. “You do help me. Just by being here when I wake up, you chase away the nightmares. Don’t you understand that, Kade?”
“I would do anything in the world to take away your pain and your fear, moye serdste.” He stroked her cheek. “If I had listened to you at Target and taken you home, none of this would have…”
Angel stopped him with a finger against his lips. “None of that. What happened wasn’t your fault, Kade. I don’t blame you. He was crazy, obsessive, and hell-bent on taking me. He would have found a way no matter how many precautions we took. I know that.” She sat up, straddling him, and took his face in her hands. “But you saved me, Kincaid. You. Don’t blame yourself for what we can’t control. Remember that you came for me, and you saved not just me, but every other woman he would have killed after me. You’re the hero of this story, the hero of my story.”
Emotion choked Kade. He’d thought of himself as the villain of her story for so long. He hugged her tightly, wishing he had the words to express what that meant to him. When she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, it caught him by surprise. She slid her hands down his face to rest on his shoulders, her lips softly caressing his.
She pulled away, her green eyes serious. “Remember what you told me?”
What did he tell her? Kade searched his memory, trying to figure out what she was talking about. His brain refused to cooperate, only focused on how soft her lips had felt against his.
She smiled and put her hand against his chest, where his heart was. “I’m touching you, Kincaid.”
As much as he wanted what she offered, he had to put her first. “Angel. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not yet. You need to…”
“What I need, Kade, is to forget.” She peppered his face with soft, small kisses. “Memories of us helped me survive those hours until you came for me. What I need is for you to love me, Kade, to chase away all those bad dreams.”
“Angel…” The tears in her eyes made them shine like the emerald nestled in its tiny black box in his pocket, and it nearly undid him. Kade closed his eyes, torn. Her plea ate away at him, but he was terrified he might cause her even more pain if he gave in.
“Please, Kade.” She leaned into him, her lips sliding along his neck. “Please.”
He shuddered at the sensation of her warm breath against his skin. Why was she trying to make this so hard to say no to? He didn’t want to do something she might not be ready for.
Her hands slipped under his shirt, and he caught them before she could explore any more of his heated flesh. His dick said he should shut the fuck up and do what his woman wanted, but he ignored the mouthy little bastard. “Angel, I know you think you’re ready for this, but…”
“But nothing, Kincaid.” Her eyes narrowed when she realized he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. He did want to fuck her. In a very bad way, but her well-being was more important to him than dealing with blue balls.
Then she did something he wasn’t prepared for. She shifted so she was pressed right over his cock and slid herself along the length of him. The little bastard twitched and Kade groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch when she did it again. She was playing dirty.
“I need this, Kade.” Her voice had gone all low and throaty, the Angelique voice, he used to call it. The one that could make him come just from listening to it. “I need you.”
She ground herself over him, and Kade’s eyes rolled back when the friction almost caused him to explode on the spot. He closed his eyes and gave up the fight.
Angel gasped when Kade’s eyes snapped to hers. They were lit with an intensity that scorched over her skin like a desert heat, and she knew she’d won this battle. She expected him to kiss her, but when he pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, it shocked her.
Kade rubbed her back from neck to ass in slow, precise strokes. Her hands were trapped between them, so she couldn’t even touch him. She lay there and let him work his magic. Her eyes drooped. The sensation was both relaxing and erotic. His magical hands started delving further down with each deep stroke, rounding over her hips, along each ass cheek, and then to the backs of her thighs. When his hands came up again, they skimmed under her t-shirt, his fingers splayed against her bare skin.
The simple touch of his hands against her bare flesh forced a ragged exhalation from her. She shuddered and tried to lean back, to free her hands, but he was having none of it. His arms tightened, keeping her still. “Shhh, baby. We’re taking this slow. Just relax and let me touch you.”
Angel relaxed and stopped trying to move. With Kade, there was no fear of being trapped, unable to move. It was Kade, and she knew he would stop if she got scared. His hands traveled up her back, exploring every inch of it, and Angel melted into the gentle caress. His fingers worked around to the outside of each breast which begged for attention. Her nipples had hardened, and each time they scraped against the fabric of her bra, a sweet ache took over. It hurt because they were so distended, but it was a pleasant ache and one that could drive her crazy very quickly.
When he pushed her back, his fingers caught the hem of her shirt and lifted. He tossed it aside and stared at her black lacy bra, his eyes darkening with lust and desire. Instead of taking it off, he pushed the material down so her breasts came free, pushed up by the bra itself underneath. Her nipples were hard, distended.
Kade pulled her arms behind her, forcing her breasts up higher. “Don’t move your hands.” He bent her farther back then ran his tongue across one nipple and then the other. “Beautiful,” he whispered right before he sucked one into his mouth.
Angel cried out when the burst of desire caught her by surprise. A small fission of fear had nestled itself in her mind when he told her not to move, but then he’d gone and distracted her. She started to move her hands to balance on his knees, but he grabbed them and held her still. Maybe he had a little more of Nikoli in him than he wanted to admit.
He sucked harder on her nipple, twisting it between his teeth, and she arched into him. Kade knew what had been done to her. She’d confessed it after her first nightmare. His goal tonight was to do what she’d asked—to erase all those memories and replace them with new ones. He’d keep her still and show her it was safe. He’d hold her, he’d caress her, he’d fuck her so hard, she’d never remember anyone but him. But he’d do it slowly so as not to scare her.
He let her tortured nipple slip free and blew on it. She jumped, her moan low and guttural. “You good, baby? Your back okay?”
“Yes.” Green eyes simmered with want and need. He had a feeling that one word was all she could manage. He grinned, thinking of what he was about to do to his moye serdste.
“Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” He pulled her up, keeping her hands immobilized, and kissed her hard. His tongue invaded her mouth, possessing her like the conquering army that he was. She didn’t resist. Her mouth opened and her tongue dueled with his, just as hungry with desire.
He stood, and she wrapped her legs around him without having to be told, and he strode to her bedroom. Thank God she hadn’t made the bed yet. The comforter and sheet were on the floor from this morning, and only the bottom sheet remained. This was going to be messy.
Instead of tossing her on the bed like he wanted to, he sat her gently upon it, taking care to be cautious of her still healing burns. He pulled off her socks then unsnapped her jeans, peeling them down until they were midway around her thighs. Leaving them like this would prevent her from opening them. “Lie back for me, baby.”
She did as he asked. He caught her legs and pushed them until her knees were tight against her chest, and it gave him a stunning view of her lacy underwear. He decided then she’d never wear anything except lace. It was sexy as hell. “Hold your legs, Angel. Don’t let them fall.”
“What?” Her expression turned wary.
“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” Kade searched her face, looking for any signs this was too much for her, that he was going too fast. He knew being bound terrified her, so he thought if he could do it in a loving way, it might help, but if it was too much, he’d try something else.
She nodded.
“Then hold your legs and don’t let go.” She complied, and he twisted her ever so slightly so she could get a glimpse of what he was doing. The scrap of material she called underwear was already wet. He cupped her, digging his fingers into her folds, the material gliding over her clit as he rubbed it. Fuck, she was soaked. He pushed the material aside, opening her. She was swollen with need, leaking for him. He pressed two fingers into her, and they both groaned at how tight she was.
Kade squatted and locked eyes with her. He pulled his fingers out then slid them back in, scraping the inside of her channel, and she pushed herself upward to meet him. Her flushed face and ragged breathing spurred him on. His fingers came out and he leaned down, blowing on her abused clit. Her cry was low, strangled.
“So beautiful, sweetheart.” He licked her, from her entrance to her clit, and she bucked under him, her arms going wide as her legs fell.
The feel of his tongue inside her drove her crazy, but she heard the irritated clucking as he repositioned her legs and commanded her to hold them. She’d never seen this dominant side of him. It was hot and sexy as hell, and it didn’t frighten her. Maybe because it was Kade, and she wasn’t afraid of him.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she held onto her legs tighter, her thighs tensing. Sweet mother of God, that felt good. His teeth bit into it and tugged the same moment he thrust two fingers back inside her. She wanted to spread her legs, to relieve some of the ache, but she couldn’t. He’d trapped her as easily as if he’d tied her to the bed. He sucked and licked, and all she could do was hold onto her legs for support while he fucked her.
She almost came off the bed when he started to massage the sensitive piece of skin between her anus and her vagina. It was stretched with his fingers shoved deep inside her, and the shot of pleasure that ripped through her clit when he touched it felt like nothing she’d ever experienced.
“You like that, Angel?” he murmured, and she nodded, panting. He chuckled. “Maybe I will shove one of those things up your ass while my cock is buried so far inside you, you don’t know where I end and you begin. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
“Only if you let me shove it up yours first.” She’d never been fucked in the ass before, and she wasn’t certain she wanted to try it. It just didn’t seem all that pleasurable, despite what she’d told Kade.
He fingered her anus, and before she had time to say anything, he’d inserted a finger into her ass, his thumb caressing that small stretch of skin while he kept up the steady pace of his fingers moving inside of her. The finger in her ass stayed still.
It was the strangest sensation, but a good one. It heightened her awareness, almost. She looked up and saw him watching her, his onyx gaze intense, possessive. Angel couldn’t look away, and when he started to simultaneously fuck her ass and her pussy, a sound she didn’t know she could make escaped. Her body shook, her breath came out in short gasps. Something tight coiled in her belly and she bucked up, knowing what was coming, her body singing, but Kade had other plans.
“Oh, no, Angel. No coming quite yet.” He flashed her a wicked smile and removed his hands.
She snarled, but he only shook his head. He stood and undressed. Her eyes roamed over him. He’d filled out a lot since she’d last seen him naked. He looked as much like Adonis now as he had that day on the beach. She started when he pulled her pants off, followed by her underwear.
“I am beginning to understand what Nikoli sees in this.” He laughed. “Maybe there is something to having your woman bound up and unable to move, only able to stay still and trust that you will give her all the pleasure she deserves.”
Angel felt the rush of sticky moisture at his words. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she would not be responsible for what happened.
“Scoot, baby. Lie on the bed and spread your legs for me.” He stood there, naked and gorgeous. It took her a minute to understand what he wanted. Her gaze had locked onto his cock, hard and thick. She’d missed that almost as much as she’d missed him. She let her legs fall and reached for it, but he stepped back. “No. Tonight is about you, moye serdste. Now get that ass moving and do as you’re told.”
Maybe I don’t like this side of him so much, she thought darkly, but obeyed. She wanted to grip his cock and make him as needy as she was. Then he’d fuck her and stop this torture.
He moved to the bottom of the bed and stared at her. The open carnal lust in his expression made her blush. She felt the heat bloom and spread. “Touch yourself for me, baby.”
What? She looked at him, and he nodded. “Do it, Angel. Spread your legs wider, open those lips so I can watch you finger your clit, baby. I want to see you.”
She hesitated for only a moment. When her fingers touched herself, she moaned. Damn, but she needed to get off in a bad, bad way. She pressed down and circled her clit, rubbing it in a fast tempo.
“No, Angel. Do it slowly. Gently. You’re not going to come until I say so. Do you understand me?”
Bastard.
“Payback is a bitch, Kincaid.” She gasped when she touched a particularly sensitive spot, and her head rolled back. “I’m going to take a great deal of pleasure in sucking you off for hours, never letting you come.”
His eyes went darker, if that were possible. “Promises, promises, moye serdste. Now get to work on that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Fuck you.”
“You will soon, baby.” His wolfish grin was back in place. “Now do as you’re told.”
Angel groaned in frustration, but did what he asked. She kept the pressure of her finger light, teasing her clit with gentle feather-like touches. It drove her mad. She whimpered and pressed upward, her ass leaving the bed as she continued the slow caress.
Kade walked around the bed. He leaned down and whispered, “Don’t stop fingering yourself, sweetheart. No matter what I do, don’t stop and don’t go any faster.”
He rubbed his thumb over one of her already sore nipples and kissed her. Angel went into sensory overload, but somehow, she managed to keep up the slow, steady assault on her clit. He pinched her nipple and teased her bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth, and he tugged on her nipple. Sweet Lord, she was going to combust if this didn’t end.
Her poor nipple slipped free of his grip, but he slid his hand down along her abdomen and brought it to rest on top of her hand. His finger guided hers as he set the tempo. She cried out when he pushed down and her fingernail dug into the tender skin of her clit. His mouth closed over her nipple and sucked hard while his hand kept forcing her to rub her clit hard and slow. Angel tried to pull her hand away. She couldn’t take this. It was too intense. Kade let out a growl and nipped her nipple with his teeth, basically telling her to man up.
“Kade, please…I can’t…this is too…”
Kade let up the pressure on her clit, hearing the breaking point in her voice. He wanted to erase Donovan from her thoughts, but he wouldn’t push her too far. She was still suffering from fear and pain, and he would show her she could trust him.
He released her and stood up, digging into his jeans and finding the condom in his wallet. He rolled it on then climbed up her body, settling between her spread thighs. “You good, moye serdste?”
She shuddered when he flexed his hips into her, his cock rubbing along her swollen clit. “I won’t be if you don’t fuck me soon, Kincaid.”
“Patience, grasshopper, patience.”
“Fuck your Kung Foo sage wisdom.” She pushed up and licked his bottom lip. “If you don’t get inside me soon, I am…”
He cut her off with a kiss. His lips were hard, aggressive, and she kissed him back just as hard, making sure he understood her need. He did, and while he didn’t want to rush this, his cock demanded he get inside of her before it mutinied. Mindful of her back, he sat up. “Roll over, baby, so we don’t hurt your back.”
Her eyes widened, and he knew she was remembering when the fucker flipped her, tied her up, and almost raped her. He wanted to give her something to help combat that memory more than anything else. When she didn’t move, he rolled her over onto her stomach and grabbed some of the pillows to put under her, presenting her ass to him. He pushed her legs wider and cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing them and giving her time to calm down. He wouldn’t do a damn thing until she was ready, no matter what his dick screamed at him to do.
“Tell me when you’re ready, Angel.” His voice was rough, harsh. Fuck, he hoped she was ready soon.
She let out a slow breath and turned her head so she could look at him. “I’m ready, Kade. Please, just love me.”
“I already do, sweetheart.”
She smiled at him, a single tear rolling out of the corner of her eye. “I know.”
“Don’t cry, Angel.” His heart broke seeing her tears. Maybe this was too much. He started to draw away, to pull her up so he could comfort her, but she shook her head.
“No, Kade. I’m crying because I’m happy, I’m crying because you make me happy. Just love me, Kade. Please.”
He leaned forward and cupped her face. “I love you, moye serdste.”
Then he slid into her with one hard thrust, his fingers curled around her cheek so he could watch her expression. She closed her eyes, and a low moan vibrated out of her. He pulled out then slid back in, rolling his hips as he touched every part of her. He did it over and over, keeping his pace slow and steady. Her hands fisted into the sheets and she pressed against him, trying to make him go faster. He chuckled when she bit his finger.
“Easy, milka. Just relax.”
He slammed his cock into her, every inch of him encased in her throbbing pussy, his balls resting against her. She arched her back and cried out. He gripped her hips to hold her steady. He never moved. Just enjoyed how she gripped him, her walls contracting around him, squeezing him so hard it hurt. She beat her fist against the mattress, her hips shoving backward, trying to make him move, but he was having none of it.
“What do you want, Angel?” He leaned down until his chest rested lightly over her back and his lips were right by her ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want…” She gasped, and he rubbed his cheek against her. “I want you to move, Kade.”
“Like this?” He pulled out and thrust into her, his strokes shallow and slow.
When she groaned in frustration, he grinned. God, he loved teasing this woman.
“Fuck you, Kade. You know what I want.”
He pulled out then pushed his cock back into her, slowly, inch by inch. Her head bowed, and she panted. When she tried to widen her legs to relieve some of the pressure, he used his own thighs to keep them in place. “Nope, baby. You’re not getting off that easy. Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Please, Kade.” Her voice had gone soft, guttural.
“Tell me.” He pulled out then inserted just the tip of his cock into her. His dick urged him to go deeper, his balls pulsing in near pain, but he wanted her to do this. She needed to forget what it meant to be forced. He wanted her to call the shots, to regain the control she’d lost at Donovan’s hands.
“Fuck me, Kincaid.” She pressed herself low into the mattress, pushing against him so hard his balls curled in on themselves at the sensation. “Fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Please.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the shell of her ear.
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.