The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) (32 page)

“He hurt me and he got Micah into trouble. How can you stay with a man like that?” Tears began to flow unbidden. “You know this isn’t the first time. He’s hurt me before and you just turned a blind eye.” Her words were accusing, her voice growing a little shrill.

“I know, baby. I can’t help it. I love him, you know.”

“How about me? Don’t you love me?” She hated to sound so pitiful, but this conversation was a long time coming. “Why did you call?”

“Well…I need money. Rudy got an advance on his salary, but housing here in Fort Worth isn’t cheap. If you could see your way…”

“No!” Madison was emphatic. “No! No more. Not another dime. I give you money and he uses it to buy drugs or liquor or…women. You know he runs around on you, Mama.”

“You shut your mouth! He does not! Rudy loves me and he loves you like a daughter.”

“You know that’s not true, Mama.” Madison could hear a commotion. “Mama?”

“Listen here, you little bitch.” Rudy had the phone and he was angry. “You owe me. I come to you, I ask you nicely for money and you call that fancy jerk on me?”

“You hurt me!”

“You don’t know what hurt is yet. You cross me one more time, little lady, and it will be the last thing you ever do.”

The hatred in Rudy’s voice made Madison feel physically ill.

Click!

Madison ended the call. She just couldn’t handle it anymore.

“What’s wrong?” Micah joined her on the patio. “I heard you raise your voice.” He could tell from her face that something was amiss. “Was it your mother?”

“Yes.” She could see the concern on his face.

“Has she left that idiot yet?”

“No. Same old thing. She took up for him, defended him. My mother didn’t call to check on me, she called to ask for money.”

“Awww, I’m so sorry, honey. You’re trembling,” he said, tightening his grip on her.

“Rudy is still angry.” She felt him stiffen.

“I’m going to call Destry when we get home and we’re going to see about getting a restraining order to keep him away from you. When I can’t be with you, I don’t want you too scared to get out of the house.”

Madison turned her face into his shirt, absorbing strength from his presence. “Do you think that would work?” She didn’t want to tell Micah the details. The last thing she wanted was for him to get into trouble defending her again.

“I know it will.” He kissed her. “Go get dressed. We’ve got a party to attend. Let’s just forget about that other stuff back home for tonight. Have a good time.”

A little later, Madison sat listening to Micah read. Every woman in the room was just as enthralled as her. As before, he rarely had to look down at the pages. He could recite his work almost word for word. The sensuality in his voice coupled with the erotic nature of the scene he shared insured every pair of panties in the room was wet–including hers.

Madison found herself crossing her legs, chewing on her lower lip, digging her fingernails into her palm. As he read, she moved in her seat, trying to find a little bit of relief for the ache in her pussy. When he was through, Micah sat down and Madison lost all interest in what was going on in front of her. The other authors read, but she had eyes only for Micah. Their gaze locked and the heat flowing between them was electric.

As if he were telepathically communicating with her, Madison began to have images flow through her mind. The last time they’d made love at Micah’s he’d been insatiable. He’d warned her he was going to break the headboard and he’d succeeded. As she watched him, he gave her the slightest wink and she felt her nipples begin to throb. He touched his tongue to his upper lip and a zing of sensation made her clit swell.

As she swam in his eyes, Madison could remember the touch of his hands on her body, how he’d primed her–readied her. How he’d suckled at her breasts and ate her pussy until she was hoarse from screaming his name. He’d risen over her, joining her hands with his and taken her. Taken her. What a mild term for such an earth shattering experience. He’d dominated her. Bucking his hips violently, he’d moved her whole body. She was hopelessly, helplessly at his mercy. And she’d loved it. Harder. Harder. Faster. Micah fucked her until she was mindless with pleasure. The bed he’d taken her on was sturdy, but every time he’d filled her, the mattress shook and the headboard slammed against the wall. With every pounding move of his body, she whimpered his name. Over and over again–until the wood that joined the headboard to the frame cracked clean in two. The noise from the headboard splintering did nothing to mask their finish. The earthquake of their release hit them deep. Her pussy convulsed, her pleasure erupting while Micah bellowed, pumping his cum into her with one last powerful thrust.    

By the time her daydream ended, Madison was so turned on she was afraid to move. When her vision cleared, Micah was still staring at her. It was as if they were the only two people in the room. “I know what you’re thinking,” he mouthed the words to her.

She gave him a tiny smile and shook her head, telling him wordlessly that he couldn’t possibly know.

He nodded his head. “You want me,” his sexy lips formed the words.

Madison felt herself blush. Nervously she looked from side to side, sure that all in attendance were aware of their erotic preoccupation. When she saw that no one looked the wiser, she locked eyes with him once more. “And you want me,” she answered back soundlessly.

“Let’s give these authors a hand, ladies!” Miss Ridgeway’s voice broke the spell.

As people rose from their chairs, Madison lost sight of Micah. She stood, trying to catch a glimpse but a dozen or more women stood in between them, blocking her view. Knowing they would want books and swag, she went to the table assigned to him and gathered up what he’d need. Hurrying to him, she eased to the back of the stage and brought the box to his side.

“Here you go,” she offered.

Micah gave her a wink of thanks and proceeded to take care of his fans. Madison returned to his table and handed out bookmarks, pens and calendars to anyone interested. She’d had so much fun being with him. Every night she’d slept in his arms. They’d made love so many times she’d lost count. And even though sharing him with his fans was hard, she was so proud of him Madison could hardly contain it.

“Hey, beautiful. Ready to go?”

His voice covered her skin with chill bumps.

“Yea, sure. Let me pack up.”

He stilled her hand. “The publisher’s rep will get it. Take a second and go say goodbye to Avery and Cato.”

She gave him a quizzical glance. “Goodbye? They aren’t traveling to Boston with us?”

He gave her a smile full of wicked promise and trailed a finger down her cheek. “We’re not going to Boston. I’ve had all of this fun I can stand.”

“Okay.” She didn’t want to leave without telling them how much she’d enjoyed the time they’d shared. “I’ll be right back.”

“I won’t move.”

Madison ran to the other two women, giving them hugs, promising that they’d get together once they were all back in the Austin area. Upon returning to Micah, she accepted his outstretched hand. “This has been wonderful. Thank you, Micah.”

“Oh, it’s not over. We’re not going to Boston, but we’re not going home–not yet. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What?”

Her eyes lit up with joy and he couldn’t resist claiming a kiss. “I’ve got a hankering for French food. What do you say?”

“We’re going to a French restaurant?” she asked, giving a smile. “That sounds like fun.”

“I can promise you it will be.” He hooked an arm around her neck and drew her close, whispering in her ear. “The restaurant’s in Paris…France.”       

CHAPTER TWELVE

Paris…

“I can’t believe this.” Madison held onto Micah’s hand with both of hers. “A couple of weeks ago I’d never flown anywhere. I’d never really been anywhere before. You’ve taken me to so many wonderful places and now we’re winging our way to Paris!” She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed hard enough to make him grunt. “I honestly don’t know what to make of this.”

“Flying with you has become one of my favorite things.” He leaned near her to add. “Especially when you fly apart in my arms.”

Madison laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m so happy.”

Paris!

She just couldn’t believe it. All of her life she’d been drawn to movies and books about the City of Lights. Falling in love in Paris was one of the things she’d always dreamed about. So many of her dreams had come true, but this wouldn’t be one of them. Madison Alicia Fellows was already hopelessly in love.

She felt his mouth brush her forehead. “You need to get some sleep if you can. We’re going to be in the air for quite a while.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Micah had barely given her time to breathe after he’d decided to come to Paris. When the man made up his mind to do something he was unstoppable. She was just glad she had a passport. The only time she’d been out of the country was for a brief trip into Mexico and her passport just happened to be one of the valuables she’d kept hidden in her bag.

Who would’ve thought she’d become a world traveler?

“Do more than try. I want you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when we arrive. We’re going to take the city by storm.”

“I want to see everything, but Paris is for lovers.” She yawned. “Remember that.”

“Really?” Micah chuckled. “I was planning on abstaining until we got back to the States.”

“You’re funny.” She yawned again.

Madison couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was different. For the past two weeks they’d been surrounded by strangers, at times they’d been alone but most of their days had been filled with interactions between the authors, their publisher and the reading public. Only in bed had they been able to find the privacy they’d hungered for. From the very beginning there had been magic when they touched. Lately there was a sense of urgency, like Micah was trying to store up as many memories as possible. She just prayed their time together wasn’t coming to an end. Not yet. 

“What are we going to do in Paris?” she asked, needing to clear her mind of any doubts.

“What do you want to do? We’re only gonna be there a couple of days, so be selective.”

“Oh, I know. I’m surprised you could get away from the ranch as long as you have. We’ll have to thank Saxon for looking in on Thunderpunch.”

“Oh, we will. I’ll buy him a new mouse pad or something geeky for his time.”

He put an arm around her, pulling her closer to him. Holding her filled him with contentment. Anytime he felt out of focus or the least bit down, all he had to do was look at Madison and her smile lit up his world. Habits of a lifetime die hard though, so Micah hadn’t let himself think beyond today. Even though his relationship with Madison was only a few months old, it was longer than he’d ever been with a woman…unless he counted Leah. But his relationship with Leah had been all about sex. And his relationship with Madison….

Holy shit!

Talk about a moment of self-revelation!

Micah looked up for a stewardess. He needed a drink. Seeing no one in sight, he dry-scrubbed his face, willing his heartrate to settle down. While the sex with Madison was out of this world, his feelings for her went beyond the physical.

He liked her.

He enjoyed her.

He loved the way they were together.

Was he in love?

Whoa!

Let’s not rush into anything, Wolfe, he lectured himself. All he knew was that he wasn’t ready to let her go. And he didn’t have to. There was no one standing over him anymore telling him who to be friends with, who to like or who to love.

Madison stirred in his arms and mumbled. “Can we go up in the Eiffel Tower? And to the Louvre? Stroll along the Seine and eat cheese?”

Her sleepy questions took him by surprise. “Yes, yes, and cheese?” He couldn’t help but laugh. “We’ll do anything you want to do. For now, let’s get some rest.”

Madison tried to sleep, she really did. Maybe she dozed off for a while, it was hard to say. Mostly she listened to a CD she’d bought at the airport to teach her a few simple French phrases. The words sounded pretty on Madison’s tongue, but she didn’t know how they’d sound when she tried to speak to a native Parisian. “Un café au lait, s’il vous plait.” Coffee with milk, please. Yea, she could say that. At least she wouldn’t get a caffeine headache. She grinned to herself. All of this seemed too fantastical to be real. She’d close her eyes for a minute or two…just a minute.

“Wake up, sleepy head, we’re here.”

She opened her eyes, stretched, gave Micah a kiss, then turned to glance out the window expecting to see French countryside. Instead, all she saw was night.

“It’s dark!”

Their flight from Savannah left in the early morning hours and with the ten-hour flight and the six-hour time difference, they’d reached Paris about the time the sun set the next day.

As their plane circled the city, Madison gasped. “Look, I can see the Eiffel Tower!” She marveled at the beautiful sight, the tower was lit up in blue lights. Soon she’d be gazing at the city from atop this iconic landmark.

Once they landed, Micah arranged for them to have a small car. “Do you know how to drive here? Which side of the road do they use?” She’d seen enough European films to know some drove on the opposite side of the road as Americans.

“I tend to take my part out of the middle anyway, we’ll be fine.” As Micah pulled away from the airport, he handed her a slip of paper and pointed at her phone. “Download these apps so you can be my navigator.” She did and he gave her an address, spelling the words for her when she had a problem with the pronunciation.

The hotel he’d chosen was gorgeous, Le Jardin de Cluny, just a few steps from Notre Dame Cathedral and with a beautiful view of the Pont de l’Archevêché, the Archbishop’s Bridge.

Madison climbed from the car, held her arms out as if to embrace the world and spun in a circle. “Oh, Micah. It’s all even better than I dreamed.” She couldn’t stop looking at everything. As soon as they’d checked in, she grabbed Micah’s hand. “Let’s not waste a minute.”

He’d looked longingly at the king-size bed, then promised his cock he’d indulge them both after he’d made her happy. “Lead on, pretty girl. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

She led him from the hotel and out into the street. “I can’t believe we’re here! Exquisite architecture, beautiful lights, croissants for breakfast–we’ll drink champagne all day long and dance all over the city. We’ll tour the Eiffel Tower, eat crepes, drink mulled wine and just be overwhelmed at the beauty of it all.” Her face was lit up with enthusiasm, she literally bubbled with happiness. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she hugged herself hard, then an odd look of dismay came to her face. “I’m sorry, I’m probably boring you. Am I talking too much?”

It was then he realized that at some point in her life, someone had told her to shut up, that nobody cared what she had to say. “No, Fellows. I want to know everything you want to tell me. I find you endlessly fascinating.” His compliment seemed to set her free. “Where to?”

“Let’s just play it by ear. Walk and see what we find.”

So beneath a full Parisian moon, they strolled the streets of the Latin Quarter, stopping at a quaint crepe stand to buy dinner from an old gentleman who prepared them on the spot. Micah selected ham and gruyere and Madison ordered a chicken and spinach one with filling so light Madison groaned her approval. For dessert, they chose Nutella filled crepes. Micah got it all over his fingers and she playfully licked it off, keeping his cock perpetually hard.

Eating as they strolled, they wandered by restaurants and storefronts lit up by colored lights that made the pavement shine and the darkness glow. “I think it’s time to go back and unpack. We need to get a good night’s sleep if we’re going to take the city by storm tomorrow.”

She agreed. “Thank you so much for bringing me. You’ll never know what this means to me to be here with you.”

Her gratitude made him a little uncomfortable. “I’m here with you, because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Come on.” He took her by the hand. “Let’s hurry.”

“Why?” She let him pull her along, barely managing to keep up. His legs were a lot longer than hers.

“I’m horny.”

His loud admission drew the attention of a few people who shared the sidewalk with them and one man raised a bottle. “Vive la France! Vive la amour!”

“He must speak English,” she said breathlessly, glad to see the hotel sign ahead.

“Love is a universal language. He knew exactly what I meant.”

Madison grabbed onto his words like a lifeline.

Did he love her?

Oh, please. If he could, she’d never ask for anything else as long as she lived.

As soon as he bolted the door to their room, she came to him. “Will you make love to me, Micah?”

There was something about her voice. In one deft movement, he had her in his arms. “Are you crying?”

“No,” she told him softly. “I’m just happy. Do you know how much you’ve changed my life?”

He thought she meant the travel. “I’m glad I could show you a little of the world.”

“Oh, no. That’s not what I’m talking about at all.” Cupping the side of his face, she tried to make him understand. “I bless the day I found you. I was running away from my life that night at the shelter, never thinking for a moment I’d meet someone who’d show me what it meant to really live. Yes, I’ve enjoyed what we’ve done together, where we’ve gone, what we’ve seen. But those things pale to the joy of sleeping in your arms, holding you to my heart and knowing there’s someone in this world who cares that I’m here.” Micah tried to speak, but she stopped him. “I’ve never had that, you know. Even though Sunny is my mother, I’ve always been the one to take care of her. I’ve never felt important to anyone before.” Again, he started to speak. “And I’m not telling you this hoping for a ring and a promise. I know how you want to live your life. I just wanted you to know that I think you’re the very best man in the whole world.”

He started to speak, but he felt a little choked up. Clearing his throat, he finally found his voice. “I always found peace at the shelter. I never expected to find…you.” He’d almost said something else.

With great care, Micah undressed her as if he were unwrapping a priceless gift. Madison watched with desire, need and some unnamed emotion that she hoped was love traverse his features. He didn’t take the same care with his own clothes, tearing them off and hurling them over the back of a chair. Coming back to her, his manhood reached her before the rest of him did. He was completely engorged, fully distended.

“Look at you,” she whispered. With a soft caress she stroked his hard shaft, always amazed how she was able to contain him within the aching depths of her body.

Lifting her hair, Micah collared her throat and this time she didn’t flinch. Their time together had created a trust and a bond between them. Madison knew Micah would never hurt her. He captured her mouth in a deep, searing kiss that made her clit swell and beg for attention.

“Why can’t I get enough of you?” he asked huskily.

“I hope you never do,” she admitted.

Hungry hands moved all over her body, from shoulder to fingers, from the tips of her breasts to the soft place between her legs that seemed to fascinate him so. Madison tried to hold onto him, but he slipped from her grasp to kneel at her feet, running his palms up her legs from ankle to hip.

“I can’t explain it,” he muttered. “No matter what I’m doing, you’re all I can think about. Sucking your nipples, licking your pussy, pushing my cock into the haven of your body.” Pressing his forehead to the soft place over her mound, Micah inhaled her scent. “I’m overwhelmed. I’ve got to slow down. If I don’t, I’m gonna explode just from touching your skin.”

Tenderness flooded Madison’s heart. “Let me love you this time.” She took him by the hand and guided him to sit on the beautiful bed piled high with pillows. Once he was comfortable, she knelt between his legs. “I’ll never tire of looking at you, touching you.” She laid her cheek against his throbbing flesh, caressed the thick rod with her face, planting kisses at the base and then up the shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” Micah groaned. “Take me in your mouth.” Only wanting to please him, Madison focused on the large head of his cock with its topping of glistening pre-cum. She loved it when he shook a little as she licked the very tip. “Oh, Jesus,” he growled.

Opening her lips, she slowly slid her mouth over the head and down the shaft.

Micah cupped the back of her head, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her mouth. And when she looked up at him, those doe eyes of hers seeking approval, he had to speak. “You make me feel so good.” He could see her smile around his cock, and then she turned her attention fully to the task–sucking, tonguing, kissing, taking him as deep as she could. “I don’t want anyone else, Madison. Only you.”