The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) (20 page)

In a dungeon beneath Club Hidalgo – Juarez, Mexico

“Here let me help you, Angel Rubio.” Lupe lifted her skirt and tore off a piece of her slip to wrap around the bloody stump where Sofia’s little finger used to be. “I’m so sorry they hurt you.”

“I’ll be okay,” she tried to assure the young woman. Her words were brave, but her spirit was damaged. Still–she couldn’t give up. Help would come. When she didn’t come home, Mateo would call her son. Sofia had no doubt that Noah would come after her. She only prayed no one else would be hurt because of her.

Lupe worked to bandage Sofia’s hand the best she could. “You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“I’m fine.” She hissed the words, wishing for some type of a painkiller. “Tell me what you know, Lupe.”

The young woman wiped her tear-stained face, pushing a waterfall of black hair over her shoulder. “Bad things go on here, Senora. Many girls have died. We aren’t the only ones here. They snatched me off the street, shoving me into the back of the van. I fought, I screamed, but no one heard me.” She rose to her feet, spreading her hands, gesturing to the small cell-like room they were in. “This floor is full of these rooms. They bring girls in and some of them are put to work as…prostitutes. Others are shipped off to…where I do not know. But some are made to perform in front of these men, and I’ve heard…” she stopped, her voice trembling. “I’ve heard…”

“What have you heard, Lupe?”

“Screams. And they don’t come back. To these men, this is a game. One told me she heard that they film this to watch over and over again, like a macabre play. We dance, we perform sex acts and then we’re slaughtered like sheep.”

Sofia almost blacked out with the realization that she’d been right. This was even worse than she’d thought. The missing women of Juarez were being sacrificed at the whim of men drunk on their own power.

And she was about to join their ranks. Soon there would be a pink cross with her name on it. 

Things get…sexy

Destry drove them back to Madison’s place to retrieve the Challenger after a quick stop at the hardware store for supplies. Micah sat in the front with his friend and the two spoke in a low register as they traveled. Madison couldn’t hear what they were discussing clearly, but she kept hearing ‘Mexico’ referenced several times.

The two men accompanied Madison up to her apartment and worked together to reattach her front door to the frame while she packed a small bag for her trip to Micah’s. He’d said she wasn’t allowed to pack underwear, but she had a better idea. Madison got giddy as she stood in front of her open underwear drawer and packed her sexiest and raciest lingerie. She’d bought it long ago, but never had an occasion to indulge. She was sure Micah wouldn’t mind when she modeled them for him.

When the men were finished, Destry walked them out. “You keep him out of trouble now, you hear,” he said before closing the car door on Madison.

She sat back in the big comfy seat of Micah’s car. “I promise.”

After giving her a reassuring smile, he came around to the driver’s side to speak to Micah. “That front fender of yours is lookin’ mighty wobbly. As your attorney, I’d advise you to drive straight home and at a very reasonable rate of speed, considering current events.”

Micah stuck a hand out the window for a shake. “You got it, counselor.”

He backed his car off of the lawn, the front fender scrapping the curb as he went.

Madison cringed at the noise. “I’m so sorry about your car.”

Micah put the car in gear and placed his hand on her leg. “Keeping you safe is well worth a little body work.” He rubbed her thigh with his thumb. “And speaking of body work…” he said with a grin, “this slumber party might turn out to be just what we both needed.”

Madison agreed, but she was too shy to say it out loud. “I’ve never been to a slumber party,” Madison mused.

“No? I thought sleepovers were a rite of passage for a young girl.”

“My childhood wasn’t exactly normal.” Chill bumps broke out over Madison’s body. “I had a few friends, but I didn’t visit them very much. There was no way I could reciprocate and have them over to my place. I was too ashamed and was never sure how Rudy would behave.”

The mention of Rudy’s name set Micah’s teeth on edge. “I still can’t believe that bastard attacked you. How did this happen? What did he want?”

“Money, what else? I didn’t have any to give him.”

“So, he attacked you. Asshole.” He looked at her with concern. “Did you call your mother and tell her? She’d want to know.”

Shaking her head, Madison tried to explain. “Sunny is blind to anything Rudy does. She’s always pretended not to notice when he’s abusive to me. I don’t know the word, but she has some weird dependency on him, even though he’s as mean to her as he is to me. When we talk, she has to call me. She doesn’t keep a cell phone or a number very long.”

“I’m sorry. I wish things were different between you and your mom.”

“Yea, me too.”

They headed west out of Austin toward Johnson City, driving in silence for the most part. Micah kept his word to stay somewhere around the posted speed limit as they drove. The only noise was the sound of his palm working its way up and down Madison’s thigh.

He moved it up and down slowly at first, more of a caring, protective caress. But eventually the feel of her leg through the soft material was becoming too much to resist. The events of the day should’ve left Micah exhausted, but all he could think about was the encounter on his couch and how amazing touching Madison had felt. He felt a familiar stirring between his legs and his dress pants got even tighter in the crotch.

On the other side of the car, Madison was vibrating from his touch. He’d been respectful enough to keep his hand from wondering too high up her thigh, but when he slid it up an extra quarter inch than he had thus far, she squirmed at the memory. God, she’d cum so hard. Every night since then, she’d brought herself to climax with his name on her lips. 

Micah played it cool, not letting her know that he noticed her little fidget. He’d felt her curvy bottom move in the seat and even swore he’d heard a little gasp escape her lips. He just looked ahead the entire drive, checking his rear view mirror on occasion and letting his fingers dance up a little higher a few times. It might be his wishful imagination, but he could practically feel the heat from her pussy sneaking out from under her skirt and he had to move in his own seat more than once to adjust his throbbing cock.

“I know I told you the other night, but I just love your house,” Madison cooed when Micah pulled the muscle car up to the front.

After climbing out, he retrieved her bag from the trunk, then moved around to help her from the car. “Mi casa es su casa.”

Madison tripped on her way out, turning her ankle on a rock and fell against her chauffeur. “Easy, baby.”

Micah looked at her with unmistakable heat. Normally a man of smiles, he was dead serious right now. He was aching with need and Micah had no idea if they’d even make it inside before he kissed her. Opening the front door, he dropped Madison’s bag on the floor and guided her across his threshold. He wasn’t totally sure if it was acceptable to grab her only a few feet from the entrance, but he couldn’t wait–he was absolutely out of his mind with desire.

“Hey, come here.” Without asking, Micah took her by the left forearm, spun her around and planted his lips right on hers.

Madison was dizzy with his kiss. She’d been crawling out of her skin in the car while he caressed her, so aroused she didn’t know what to do with it. Hungrily, she put her arms up around his neck and Micah pulled her flush up to him, walking her back into the wall as his lips danced across hers.

When he stopped for breath, he whispered. “I thought I was going to burst in the car.” He pushed his massive erection against her stomach.

Madison felt it press against her and she grinned. “That’s makes two of us.”

Her words were the green light he’d been waiting for and Micah let himself go. “Good, because I can’t wait another moment to touch you, baby.”

He spun Madison around and she braced herself as he pushed her into the wall. Micah brushed the hair off her neck and she felt the sandpaper of his tongue a moment later. Snaking his arm around her waist, he filled his palm with her breast–squeezing. Madison made a noise, a cross between a gasp and a squeal.

“I’m sorry,” he said in her ear, backing off a bit. “I’m just going out of my mind right now.” He kissed her neck again. “I want you so fucking bad, Madison.”

“I want you to have me,” she whispered between pants.

Micah’s hand moved down from her chest and found a place up under her skirt. “I like when you’re wet,” he breathed in her ear, petting the warm front of her underwear. “Are you wet for me, Madison?”

His touch had drawn her up on her tiptoes and all Madison could manage was a hushed, “Yes.”

Slipping his hand down the front of her panties, Micah gently brushed her aching clit as the breath hitched in Madison’s throat. “I have to confess something, Madison.”

“What’s that?” she gasped,

“I haven’t stopped thinking about your pussy since the first time I touched it.” He rubbed the swelling between her legs, finally pushing just the tip of his index finger inside of her enough to make her feel it. “My God,” Micah growled. “You are so fucking warm and tight.” He withdrew his hand and brought it up to his mouth, licking his finger clean.

Madison Alicia Fellows was gone, left in her place was a quivering bowl of jelly. Her knees shook at his touch, with the feel of his big, broad frame blanketing her from behind. If she felt his tongue on her neck one more time, Madison was sure she would faint.

Micah returned his hand to the sweet spot between her thighs. “I need it, Madison.”

Madison rested her forehead on the wall, the tremors were getting worse. She was on the verge of cumming and he wasn’t even doing much to her. “Need what?”

Micah turned her around slowly and began to rub her pussy as she stared up at him. “To taste you.” He used his other hand to gently collar her throat, something he loved to do and her eyes changed. A sense of fear flashed behind Madison’s hooded eyes just for a moment and Micah removed his hand.

The brief feel of his hand around her neck had shocked Madison–not because she was afraid of him, but because Rudy often choked her to make her obey. She’d seen the change in Micah’s expression. He clearly enjoyed his hand there and Madison felt a pang of guilt for making them both uncomfortable. But she’d never been in a situation anywhere close to this and the moment passed without either speaking a word about it. What didn’t pass was the apprehension in Madison’s mind about what would happen next and her entire being filled with uncertainty.

“Okay,” she said in a weak voice, but she had no idea what she was saying okay to.

Micah grinned at her and licked his bottom lip slowly. “Thank you.” He slowly dropped to his knees, looking up at her one final time for approval. She’d been through a traumatic experience today and he needed to be sure she was okay with this. “You sure?”

Madison trembled with anticipation. “Yes.”

She was on the verge of a full-scale meltdown and the need to be touched by him pushed aside the anxiety her innocence instilled in her. A delicious hunger had built inside of her. Hunger for Micah, for his touch. For the simple joy in living that she felt whenever she was in his presence. He made the emptiness of the day’s events feel like a promise for tomorrow. 

Micah offered his big wolf grin and reached both hands up under her dress. He hooked his fingers into the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down for Madison to step out of. He put the small pink bikini underwear in his jacket pocket and said, “I’m keeping these,” before slipping his jacket off.

When he was comfortable, Micah kissed his way up Madison’s shapely left leg, starting at her delicate ankle, just enjoying her smooth skin all the way to the heat of her pussy. He lifted the hem of her dress up and held it behind her back with one hand. “Look at me, Madison. I want you to know who it is that’s making you feel this good.” Next, he lifted her left leg and put it over his right shoulder, never taking his eyes from her face.

Tiny flickers of lightning sparked everywhere he touched her. Madison held on to the doorframe as best she could until she realized Micah wasn’t about to let her fall. The first flick of his tongue over her tender clit was divine, it stole all the breath from her lungs. Needing to touch him, Madison laced her fingers in Micah’s long mane and held on.

He licked her again. “Good girl.” He pulled the dress bunched in his hand behind her back tight and pressed forward on the small of her back, pushing her pussy into his face with force.

Licking and prodding her depths with his skilled tongue, Micah brought Madison to the edge of the volcano then backed off.

“Micah!” she moaned, unable to keep completely still. A man’s tongue between her thighs was foreign to Madison and she wondered if all men were this skilled with their mouths. “You are cruel,” she whimpered.

“Why?” Micah darted his tongue through her juicy lips. He clamped her clit between his teeth and rolled his tongue over the cherry nub. Madison gripped his hair tight again and her hips began to buck. “That’s my girl. Use me, Madison. I want you to be greedy with me. Use me for your pleasure,” Micah ordered, more than asked. “Fuck my face.”