Page 57 of Stalked at Rescue Ridge

He kissed her sweetly and tenderly.

When he finally pulled back, he said, “Let’s go home.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Bree put his arm around her shoulders, and his knee almost gave when he took a step.

“You’re hurt.”

“Not anymore.” Kade squeezed her closer before dipping his head to feather a kiss on her lips. “Nothing can hurt me now that I finally found my way to you.”

It had only taken three days for Kade to finally acknowledge what he’d known down deep for months, possibly years. He was head over heels in love with Bree Kyndall.

It would take two people to make their marriage work, and he had full faith they were up to the task. He could hardly wait to walk down the aisle with the love of his life and start the journey together.

It had only taken one pregnancy for Kade to become the man he’d always been capable of being—a family man.

Epilogue

Two months later.

The baby was asleep. Two months had gone by in a flash and she was growing like a weed. Too fast. But Kade was here for every moment since Bree found someone to sublet her house so they could live under the same roof, and that counted for a whole helluva lot in his book. The bunkhouse was temporary until the inheritance was sorted out and a proper home could be built on the property but it kept his family close to him while he worked the ranch and—to be honest—kept an eye on Beau. More importantly, any doubts Kade had had about becoming a husband and father seemed silly now.

Kade walked into the bedroom naked. His wife was wrapped in a towel, still dripping wet from the shower. At this moment, life had never been better, and he counted himself the luckiest person on earth.

“You’re beautiful,” he said to Bree, cutting across the room.

“Kade—” He quashed her protest with a cocked eyebrow and a slanted look in her direction. Bree had complained that her hips were still too curvy the last time they were together and he could tell when her gaze focused there what she was about to say.

“I meant it. You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” Her words were spoken so quietly that he almost didn’t hear them. But they could’ve been shouted for the effect they had on him.

Kade wrapped his arms around her waist as she looped hers around his neck. His mouth came down hard on hers, and she matched every stroke of his tongue.

He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his midsection as their mouths fused. All rational thought was obliterated as he took her to the bed and gently placed her on it. He put most of his weight on his knees and elbows so he wouldn’t crush her with his heft. He guided himself inside her parted legs, dipping the tip of his erection inside her sweet heat.

Bree’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as she pulled him down for another kiss. He thrust a little deeper as she bucked her hips.

“Jesus, Bree. Keep that up, and this won’t be able to last five seconds.”

She laughed—a musical sound—and then bucked him in a little deeper. He started to distract himself again…but couldn’t concentrate on anything but the way she felt, the way she tightened around his stiff length as he sank into her. It sure felt a lot like home, which was strange, considering he’d never known a real one.

Kade pumped harder, and Bree matched him stroke for stroke as need overtook them. Hands danced, and fingers grazed as he kissed her.

“Kade,” she moaned against his lips. He loved the sound of his name on her lips. He delved his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the sweetest honey.

“Kade,” she repeated, breathier this time, and he could feel her body racing toward a climax.

“Kade.” The urgency inside her built, and her breath quickened as her muscles tensed before convulsing around his erection. He drove deeper and harder as he rode the wave with her, and they jumped off the cliff together, free-falling.

When he’d drawn the last spasm from her gorgeous body, and they were both gasping for air, he whispered, “Home.”

And now it was time to make peace with the past.

Bree hummed as she walked into the kitchen to the heavenly scent of fresh coffee. Kade sat at the table, nursing his cup, a solemn expression weighed heavy on his expression. “Did something happen?”

“I just got off the phone with Zeke’s parents,” he said before lifting his gaze to meet hers. “His dad was a jerk while Zeke was alive. Losing his son without ever making it right is the punishment the man will always live with.”

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