The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) (30 page)

“Oh, yes!” One young woman said, taking the opportunity to grab him and plant a big kiss square on his mouth.

“Wow, you’re a live one,” Micah tried to joke. Searching over his shoulder. “Where’s my personal assistant/bodyguard when I need one?”

Another handed him a handful of flyers to sign, all depicting his face and one of his more risqué book covers plastered on it in full color. Someone gave him a pen and he got his John Henry on a couple before he was mauled anew.

At first, Madison had been jealous and a little upset. She knew Micah was sex on a stick, but she hadn’t been expecting women to fawn over him like he was some type of rock star. In the world of romance, she supposed he was. Upon hearing his cry for help, she pulled herself up to her full five-six in heels and waded into the fray. “Excuse me, ladies. Excuse me.”

Micah was stunned to see Madison worm her little body in between him and his rabid fans. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but Mr. Wolfe is needed upstairs in his suite. He has a very important meeting. We hope you can all come back to the book signing tonight and stay for the party. Tickets are available at the concierge desk.”

A perky redhead pouted. “But we want Micah to stay here and play with us. I’d like to reenact one of his scenes with him. Do a little sexual research maybe?”

At the woman’s suggestion, Madison bristled. “Actually, that’s my job. And I’m quite good at it too.”

Micah couldn’t help it, he laughed. Madison was absolutely amazing. About that time, the elevator door opened and he grasped her arm, tugging her inside. As soon as the doors shut, he yanked her to him, pushed her up against the wall and ate at her mouth, kissing her hard.

“Now, that’s what I call a personal assistant.” His voice was husky and thick with lust. “You’re my hero…heroine…whatever.” Unable to wait, he slid his hand down her waist, hiked her skirt and slipped his fingers inside her panties. “There’s my pussy. I can’t keep my hands off of you, you know that, right?”

In no time, his fingers were working their magic. A climax claimed her, one so intense that it ripped her mind from its moorings. She forgot all of her silly worries and concerns and just sank into the abyss of surrender.

When the door suddenly opened, Micah jerked back just in time, managing to get Madison’s skirt lowered before the couple entering figured out what was going on. With a smirk, he stepped in front of her so they couldn’t see the expression she wore on her face–the look of a well-sated woman. What he forgot to cover up was his very obvious erection. When he caught the woman staring at his swollen package, he placed the flyer he was still holding in front of his fly.

Mistake.

“Oh, Henry!” The woman exclaimed. “It’s him! The man I came to meet! Don Juan!” Before Micah could brace himself, she flung her arms around him and pushed him backward into Madison who squeaked as the breath was knocked out of her.

“Help me, Henry!” Micah called and the befuddled husband started pulling on his ample wife who wasn’t deterred in the slightest. She smooched on Micah’s face until the elevator opened again.

“Stop it, Wilma. This is unseemly.”

“Yea, Wilma. Here. Have a flyer.” Micah paused to write a quick note on it and thrust the paper toward the panting woman.

Seeing it was their floor, Micah grabbed Madison and they made their escape, only taking a steadying breath once the elevator moved on. “I think this is going to be more than I bargained for,” Micah muttered, taking the keycard out to read the number.

Madison began to laugh. “I think you need more than me to protect you. I think you’re going to need an army.”

“Or at least a suit of armor,” Micah agreed. After he’d pinpointed the direction they needed to go, he took off in a sprint, pulling her along behind him. When they were behind closed doors, he made a grab for her. “Now, where was I?”

“Basking in fan-love?” Madison teased.

“Hush, all I want is you.”

He pushed her on the bed and before Madison could count to three, he had her panties down and his head between her legs. Soon she was lost in a sea of raw sensation, overwhelmed by pure ecstasy as Micah brought her to climax quicker than ever before. She was still shaking, her whole body felt limp with pleasure. He didn’t give her time to recover, however. Without removing any clothes, he unzipped his fly, took out his cock and in five seconds flat, he sank into her softness.

“Ah, now I can breathe,” he sighed as he worked his cock into her tender pussy. His nostrils flared, and his gaze grew hooded. “This is what I want. I’ve been thinking about getting inside of you for the last five hours. I’ve been having withdrawals, craving this sweet little pussy.” He milked her nipple through her blouse as his mouth fed on her kisses.

Madison wrapped her legs around his waist. “Are you sure I’m enough?” She’d seen those women out there and some of them had been gorgeous.

“You’re so beautiful, so goddamn perfect.” He held himself up and fucked her in earnest. “Take me. Take all of me.”

Madison was willing. She wanted Micah Wolfe–all of him for as long as he wanted her.

“Beg me for it, beg me to make you cum.”

“Oh, yes, Micah. Make me cum. Please.”

He sat up, placing her legs over his shoulders. His jaw hardened as he gripped her hips, pistoning in and out of her with quick, hard strokes. Her whole body moved on the bed. “I love to see your breasts jiggle.”

Madison loved all of it. She was at his mercy, a toy for his pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips with every intense crash of their bodies. “Don’t break this headboard,” she cautioned him and he snorted a laugh.

“I can afford it.”

Madison knew he could, she just didn’t know if she could ever afford the heartbreak if Micah grew tired of her. With each passing day, she realized how far apart their worlds actually were.

“Fuck, this feels good,” he grated out between his teeth as he hammered inside of her.

Madison lost herself in his loving. He wasn’t especially gentle, there was a sense of desperation to him that she didn’t quite understand. But whatever he needed, she would give.

With every thrust, the sparks of a possessive fire burned hotter within him.

What was it about this girl?

Why was he so obsessed with her?

His desire fed the flames as they burned their way through his body, making sparks dance along his nerve endings, causing every muscle to burn as he laid claim to what he wanted most. “Can you cum for me, Madison?”

“I think I’ve proved I can,” she murmured almost drowsily. This was a dream she didn’t want to awaken from.

Her response took him by surprise. “I think you’re right. Humor me, show me one more time.”

His request wasn’t a chore. She made herself happy, rubbing on his chest, playing with his nipples. Her hands weren’t the only things that were busy, Madison tightened around him, using her inner muscles to grasp his cock, milking it with her every breath. She’d learned in their brief erotic association that giving Micah pleasure only increased her own. Watching his face, she could see her efforts weren’t wasted.

Micah moaned, his whole body wracked by shudders. Madison’s little pussy was a furnace. He had no idea how she’d become so sensually adept in so short a time. Grasping her hips, he dragged her body tighter to his, burying his aching cock to the hilt time after time, pushing her nearer and nearer to the point where she’d fly apart in his arms.

“Love me, Micah, love me.” Now Madison wasn’t just begging for an orgasm, she was begging for much more. Each time he made love to her, he claimed a little bit more of her heart. She knew it was foolish to dream of forever, but she couldn’t help it.

When Micah felt the inevitable pressure build in his balls, he released her legs and coaxed her flat so he could cover her horizontally.

Holding her gaze, he felt his heart flutter when she gave him a thousand-watt smile. “Cum for me, Fellows,” he demanded again.

Madison’s body was humming with ecstasy. He was riding her high, every buck of his hips put pressure on her clitoris and it felt amazing. “I can’t stop,” she cried.

“Don’t try,” he growled.

“Cum with me, at the same time. Please?”

Her soft plea, her complete surrender, flipped every switch inside of him. A rising, rolling wave of pleasure crashed over him. As she trembled beneath him, Micah lowered his mouth to her breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth, his shaft sliding in and out of her hot, tight walls.

“Micah…Micah!” She began to orgasm, quivers and shudders of bliss.

Micah felt it, her creamy channel fluttering around him. He shouted, filling her with hot pulses of his essence. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered.

He’d said earlier that he was obsessed.

That was true–he was consumed.

Amazed.

And terrified.

For once, true happiness was within his grasp–and he honest to God didn’t know what to do with it.

Memphis…

“I think I made a mistake,” Avery said out of the blue.

“What’s that, Sable?” Micah asked as he perused a newspaper. It’d been a long time since he’d actually held newsprint in his hand.

“When you’re around, none of the fans pay any attention to the rest of us.”

Madison hid a smile. She liked Avery and Cato. They were a blast. Once they’d arrived, things had started hopping. The actual signing and party had been a rousing success according to Renee, their publisher. She said she’d have to arrange for additional boxes of books to be shipped to Memphis. Don Juan’s novels were selling like hotcakes.

Micah waited for the stewardess to finish her announcement. They could now unfasten their seatbelts. “Hey, I have done nothing to warrant their devotion–except be hopelessly talented and devastatingly sexy.”

“Oh, my Lord. You sound just like Isaac. Lord, save me from men with big egos.”

“Are you sure it’s his ego…” Micah laughed when Madison punched him. He looked at her with adoring eyes. “I’ll behave.”

“What’s on the agenda for tonight?” Madison asked, wanting to make sure she had all of her ducks in a row.

“We’re going to be at The Peabody Hotel. This is a conference, but it’s limited to a few authors and about a hundred fans who were lucky enough to get a ticket. We’ll sign books of course, but the highlight of the evening will be a writer’s panel where we’ll open the floor up for questions.”

“My God, look at this.” Micah held the paper over to Madison. “There was another rock thrown off an overpass in Fort Worth. This time someone died. Whoever’s been foolish enough to play this game has just become a murderer.”

“How awful!” All three women leaned over to see the picture of the car and its shattered windshield.

“A woman was killed. She wasn’t driving, she was a passenger. Apparently, she died instantly. The brick hit her in the head.”

Their jovial mood was dampened. “This has been happening in Austin too.” Cato murmured.

“I know.” Micah interjected. “Saxon and I have been working with the Governor and the police to set up a surveillance system. This copycat in Fort Worth will only heighten the effort to catch the culprit in Austin. Damn, that’s a shame.” He folded the paper and laid it aside. “What kind of questions can I expect tonight?”

Avery shrugged. “I’m no more of an expert than you are. This is my first round of public appearances as Sable Hunter. Remember, my father is a minister. My reputation back home was as squeaky clean as Isaac’s was tarnished. When the Badass of Kerr County hooked up with Miss Purity, you could hear the explosion break the sound barrier all over Texas.”

“The news that I’m Don Juan might shock some people, but not for the same reason. I’ve always been out-going and brash, but I’ve also built a wall. People only see what I want them to see. But now…some will be astute enough to connect the dots. You know as well as I do, Avery, that we can’t create without pouring a part of our own soul into our writing.”

“True,” Avery agreed. “Every story I’ve penned, every heroine I’ve crafted, is me. All of my insecurities, my fears, the questions I have about my own worth–I weave all of that into every character I birth and every story I tell.”

“Exactly, you do understand.” Micah nodded.

Madison watched the two bond over what they had in common. She wasn’t jealous of Avery, but she wished she could connect with Micah over something other than just sex. Although–she had to admit–sex was a very important and amazing way to connect.

Yea, she was being silly. She couldn’t be happy with what she had for wanting something more.

As soon as they landed, the day passed quickly. Madison was enthralled with the Peabody. It wasn’t as big as the Ritz-Carlton, but it was classy. Elegant. And it had the Peabody ducks that lived in the fountain in the lobby. Micah had problems keeping her in the room, she kept sneaking off to see the ducks.

They didn’t have as much time for sightseeing, but he did manage to buy her some Memphis BBQ and take her by Graceland, Elvis Presley’s home.

Deciding what to wear became an issue. Micah had made good on his promise, buying her a suitcase full of clothes. He actually bought her a new, bigger suitcase to carry all of the purchases. Madison had been so overwhelmed, she’d cried. To make it even more sweet, he’d picked everything out himself. She’d never owned so many pretty things.