Chisholm Brothers 01 Bottoms Up

by Donna Kauffman

  “Not today. Today, and from this day forward, you’re all mine.” He stared down at her, as if he couldn’t believe his good fortune.

  She wanted to believe that with all her heart.

  Then he leaned in, and rather than ravish her, he kissed her with such tenderness her eyes abruptly welled with tears.

  “What is this now,” he murmured, kissing away the moisture gathering at the corners of her eyes. “We’ll have no weeping here. A bloke could get a complex.”

  She snorted then, making them both laugh. “Right. You haven’t had any insecurities about this particular endeavor since you lost your virginity to Jolie Griffin in MacClellan’s gooseberry patch.”

  He sighed. “We were trying to make it to the springs. What can I say—I guess the Chisholm charm wore her down.”

  Kat rolled her eyes.

  Then Brodie surprised her by turning serious. Bracing his weight on his elbows, he released her wrists and framed her face with his hands, weaving his fingers gently into her hair. “Dinnae have any fear with me, okay? This isn’t like anything before, I need you to know—”

  She silenced him with a kiss. “I know,” she said. “That I know. I just…I want to be enough for you.”

  He made her start when he barked out a laugh. Then he rolled to his back, pulling her atop him. “Enough for me? Since when havena’ you been?”

  She straddled his hips. “Since about thirty minutes ago when we got naked and you made me see stars.”

  He grinned. “Really? Stars was it?”

  She swatted at him, then laughed as she settled her body over his. “It’s important to me,” she said at length, loving the strength of the arms holding her so tightly. “I need to know.”

  Shifting his hands to her hips, he lifted her, then slowly pushed her down onto him. He entered her slowly, keeping his gaze locked on hers as each velvety-hard inch of him pushed inside of her. He held her there, tightly. “Iknow,” he said. Then he began to move beneath her. And her hips immediately found his rhythm.

  They moved together fluidly, Kat gasping and Brodie groaning deep inside his chest. As she felt him quicken, felt his muscles gather beneath her, she locked her legs against his and used the leverage to ride him, to dictate the rhythm. They moved harder, and faster still, his hips pistoning into hers so hard he came half off the bed with each thrust. She gave back to him as fully as she got, matching him stroke for stroke, loving how fully and completely he filled her…and how well and truly she held him. She kept on until she finally took him over the edge completely, bringing forth from him a guttural shout that shook the bed.

  He’d barely finished pulsing inside of her when she once again found herself on her back. “Tha’ never happens,” he said, still breathing heavily, his skin damp against hers. “I never finish that way, I have to be on top. How did you—” He stopped, laughed shortly, then kissed her soundly on the lips. “I should ha’e known you’d be different. You’ll take from me what ye will.” His face split wide with the devil’s own grin. “And I’ll be happy to give it to you.” He gathered her to him as he slid out of her and shifted them both to their sides. “So,” he said at length, stroking her hair, keeping her cheek pressed to the crook of his shoulder, “I suppose round one goes to the fair maiden.”

  She lifted her head slightly. “Maiden?” she asked dryly.

  He shot her a wicked smile. “Fair lady, then.” He tucked her head back down. “Now take your victory and don’t gloat on about it.”

  “Like you wouldn’t have.”

  “Och, ye know me too well. I can see where this could present me with a problem or two. I’ll no’ be able to charm my way out of situations of my own making, will I?”

  Kat wriggled closer to him, tangling her legs with his, tucking her ankles as she settled against his body like she’d been born to fit there. “Oh, I suspect ye might be able to con me into forgiving you now and again.”

  He stroked his hand down her back, then pinched her bum. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  She pinched his nipple, making him hoot, then propped her chin on his chest. “So,” she said at length, “how do you propose we…” She drifted off, thinking perhaps now was not the time to question their future, but as it was going to be pretty immediate, she had to ask. “How did you want to…you know, tell everyone?” She paused for a second. “You do plan to—”

  He rolled his eyes. “Of course I do. But I dinnae think ’twill be much of an issue for us.”

  “Why is that?”

  He craned his neck and looked over at the clock on his nightstand. “Marta’s likely to be in the kitchen shortly, if she’s no’ already. I imagine she’s found enough evidence to put two and two together and—”

  Kat sat straight up and went to scramble off the bed. Brodie pulled her right back down again.

  “Do you have a problem with everyone knowing I wanted ye so badly I couldna wait to even get you up the stairs? A legend you’ll be.”

  Kat paused, then laughed somewhat smugly as she snuggled back in his arms. “A legend, you say?” She wrapped her arm around him, tucked her legs back between his, and sighed as he tipped her chin up for a long, lingering kiss.

  “Aye,” she said drowsily some time later. “I can live with that.”