The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) Page 18

  Madison braced herself. The burn was incredible, as Micah began to work every inch of his rock hard cock slowly inside of her. After a few slow pumps to let her body get used to his invasion, Micah picked up his pace, his fingers digging into Madison’s hips for control. “Feel good?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh.” Madison bit her lip, burying her face into the sheets.

  He was so big and forceful, but she didn’t want to let him down so she closed her eyes, arching her back, letting her body stretch to accommodate him. Gradually the burn changed from painful to enjoyable, so she rocked her hips, coaxing him deeper.

  Micah stroked her back, running his fingertips over her smooth skin, caressing her beautiful round ass. When she pressed back against him, giving him a soft whimpered moan of pleasure, he breathed a word of praise. “Perfect.” Hearing her little sounds of acceptance and hunger were what he craved–relished.

  “Faster,” she whispered when her body began to crave each pounding thrust.

  “God, you’re sweet.” He leaned forward, planting a kiss to her back, then reached beneath her to play with her clit. In–out. In–out. Micah pumped until his eyes rolled back into his head. Having his cock deep in her pussy was heaven, her feminine muscles working over the head of his dick in welcoming flexes. He wanted to fuck her deep and hard so that she’d never forget, she’d never look at him again without thinking of the pleasure that he alone could give her.

  “Micah, oh God,” she groaned as he covered her, nipping at the juncture of her shoulder and neck, lingering to plant kisses when she tilted her head, giving him more access. Over and over again he tunneled in and out of her. Close–he was so damn close. His balls were tingling. This was so good.

  As he’d done before, Micah commanded her pleasure. “I can’t wait. Cum with me, Fellows.”

  He wasn’t disappointed. She pushed back, grinding on his cock. His growl of release blended with her whimper of climax. “Micah!” He felt her jerk, quiver, her pussy clenching his cock in spasms. Her ecstasy was all it took to send Micah over the edge and he emptied his balls into her warmth in a convulsion that curled his toes and boiled his blood.

  Micah pulled out of her gently, falling to his side and pulling her into the circle of his arms. “Oh my God, that was good.”

  Even after the intimacy they’d just shared, she blushed. “I didn’t know it could be like that.” Madison pulled her dress down in the back and settled into the soft blanket.

  “Really? Maybe you’ve just had selfish lovers before.”

  “You’re my first.”

  Her voice was so low, Micah almost didn’t hear. “Why didn’t you tell me?” The memory of pushing her up against the wall, then onto the bed where he’d taken her from behind haunted him. “I could’ve been more careful, taken my time with you.”

  Madison rolled over and kissed the side of his face. “I thought you were perfect. Thank you.”

  Needing a minute, Micah rose. “I need to use the restroom.” Bending over he kissed the side of her face, then stopped to cover her with the blanket.

  “Okay, hurry back.”

  Madison felt like she was wrapped in a cocoon of protection. She’d been on this earth for twenty-six years, but this was the safest and most secure moment she’d ever felt, so she just closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feeling.

  When Micah returned from the restroom, she was asleep. He crawled in beside her on the bed and pulled her tightly to his body. “Sleep warm, Madison.”

  She felt perfect nestled against him.

  Micah Wolfe was in trouble and he knew it. This perfect little armful he was holding seemed to free feelings he’d buried and dreams he’d thought were locked away forever.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The heat is on…

  “Quiet,” Micah whispered and gently tried to nudge the purring cat away with his face. “Knock it off, brat.” The frisky feline was set in his ways and Micah knew he never needed to set an alarm, the patchy colored cat would always be right up in his face every morning at the same time, purring in his not so subtle way and demanding to be fed.

  One arm was trapped under Madison’s head, but the other was free so he grabbed up his phone on the bedside table to make sure it was still fully charged and there were no messages from Kyle or one of the others. Knowing a trip to Mexico was imminent, he intended to stay alert.

  Thunderpunch had jumped up onto his bed at his usual time, just after eight in the morning. The loud rumble from the cat’s throat sounded like Jet firing up his Harley and Micah slipped his arm out from under Madison so he could get the cat off the bed before he woke his date.

  Thunderpunch jumped down with a soft thud and a meow. He was the brother of Jet’s portly feline companion, Polly, but the two siblings were day and night. Polly was overweight and relaxed, whereas Thunderpunch was wiry and high-strung. The first time Micah had laid eyes on him, he’d known the cat was full of personality, just like him.

  “Get goin’,” he ordered with a wave of his hand as the cat waited at the bedroom doorway. “I tell you,” the kitty just stared up at his master as he approached, curling his tail at his side with impatience, “you have got to be the ugliest and most useless cat there is.” This was the pairs usual banter. Micah would tease his companion and spar with him, Thunderpunch had been aptly named at a young age, rarely would he miss an opportunity to trade a few hooks or uppercuts with anyone willing to do so.

  “I’m gonna get you,” Micah called out as he chased the quick cat down the hall towards the kitchen, pulling his robe closed as he went. He scooped Thunderpunch up when he’d paused to rub his face against an archway frame. “That’s it. I’m sick of feeding you all the time.” The little cat offered a head-bump to his master and a loud purr. “I’m putting an ad in the paper as soon as I get the chance. ‘Cat that eats too much and has a bad attitude. Free to whoever the hell can deal with his crap.’” Thunderpunch stretched his neck out for a quick rub under the chin. “Not that anyone would want you, you jerk.” Micah placed him down on the ground and the cat sprinted ahead into the kitchen and called out from his food dish. “Are you kidding me?” His bowl was still plenty full. “The king needs new food every morning, doesn’t he?” His little buddy circled in and out his legs while Micah poured out some food. “You sure are a runt for a cat that eats so much.” Thunderpunch offered a quick squeal of protest when Micah rubbed his head and then dove into his dish face first.

  Micah went to the fridge and dug around in it for something to fix himself and Madison to eat. She’d been through hell yesterday and he knew she must be tired. He just hoped she wasn’t sore from their sexual encounter. He’d held nothing back, never thinking she might be innocent. As usual he’d awoken with a baseball bat between his legs and having her cuddled up next to him had been a torturous temptation. For once, his cat’s worrisome ritual provided a welcome distraction.

  Thunderpunch leapt up onto the kitchen counter a moment later, obviously satiated for the moment. “You are such a jerk,” Micah said, brushing him on the top of the head with his palm, a gesture the feline clearly didn’t feel was appropriate as he struck out a paw and jabbed at his master. “Go time, huh? All right, let’s do this.” Micah landed a few light jabs on the side of the cat’s face. “You used to be faster,” he teased as his little buddy took the soft blows.

  The commotion in the bed had roused Madison and she’d slid out of it behind Micah, wrapping a thin blanket around herself to follow him out of the bedroom. She stood just outside the kitchen, peeking around the corner in bare feet, watching the interaction in the kitchen with a smile.

  Thunderpunch had finally had enough and with his ears pinned flat to his head and his tail flipping back and forth dramatically, he lunged forward and clamped onto Micah’s big hand with both of his front paws.

  “Owwww,” Micah cried out, dropping to his knees. “Your teeth are sharp.” His little buddy was undeterred, he might have been tiny, but he was fearless and determin
ed and he bit down on the side of Micah’s hand with all the force in his little jaws. “You are in for it now,” Micah quipped when he regained his feet.

  Madison could tell he loved the cat dearly and she giggled when Micah held up his free hand in mock threat. “Here comes an eye-poke,” he said right before he heard her giggle. Micah swiveled his head around to see where the noise had come from and Thunderpunch took the opportunity to exit stage left. He leapt down off the counter and hightailed it around the corner and out of the room, losing traction on the smooth floors. “Yeah, you better run.” Micah shook his hand out. “You can’t hide from me, you rascal. I know where you live.” He walked over to Madison, her tousled hair and bare feet peeking out from under the blanket called to him. “What are you doing out of bed?” He pulled her close and kissed her on the forehead. “I thought I wore you out last night,” he growled in her ear.

  Madison tried to act cool, but everything about the man made her feel like she was in a freefall. Her whole body felt electric. “Good thing I got up. Looks like I saved you from that wild beast.”

  Micah lifted his hand to show her the little gash and teeth marks the cat had left across his knuckles. “That cat is seven pounds of fury. He can fuck shit up like nobody else. I would take him on missions with me if I could.”

  “Why don’t you?”

  “I haven’t been able to find a tiny helmet to fit his head yet,” he said dryly. “You must be hungry. I know I am.” The phone on the kitchen counter rang. “Have a seat. I’ll fix us something after I get this call.”

  Madison padded over to the big kitchen table and took a seat. Behind her Micah had picked up the phone and she’d heard the groan in his voice the second he had. He came to her at the table, brushed the blanket off her shoulder and kissed her exposed skin softly. Madison’s entire body shuddered and she wiggled her rear on the seat.

  “I’m gonna take this in the other room if that’s okay.”

  Madison looked at him over her shoulder. “Of course.” She watched him walk out of the room, his muscular ass visible even though he wore a dark grey Lacoste robe.

  She sat primly at the kitchen table, simply drinking in the elegance of Micah’s place. How had she, poor little Madison Alicia Fellows, found herself in such an incredible place with a man who was drop-dead gorgeous? And that was when it hit her. She owed him, big time. Micah had been so kind to her. First with the romantic date and the beautiful gift, and then with the mind-blowing orgasms–not to mention saving her from Rudy. Springing from the chair, she marched to the refrigerator with a plan, hoping Micah had what she needed to pull it off.

  “I’m not whining at all,” Micah protested into the phone. “Okay, maybe a bit. I’m just exhausted.”

  “Didn’t sleep very well last night I take it.” Kyle chuckled on the other end of the phone.

  “Oh hardy-har-har, Governor.”

  Kyle could hear the exhaustion in his friend’s voice. He also knew this new girl, Madison, was taking her toll on his friend. None of the Equalizers could remember a woman ever having such an effect on the wolf like this before. “If you want to sit this one out, I’ll understand.”

  Micah didn’t hesitate a moment. “With all due respect, Governor. Fuck you. I ain’t sittin’ nothing out.” Even the implication that he would not go on a mission with his team was enough to get Micah’s back up and if he hadn’t been so tired this morning, Micah would’ve probably realized this was exactly the reaction Kyle had been trying to illicit from him. Micah Wolfe played people, people didn’t play him–not often. “What time are we heading out?”

  “It’s nine now. I’ve still got to finalize a few details and get the jet fueled and ready. Wheels up in four hours, Wolfe. You know where to meet.”

  “I’ll be there.” Micah hung up the phone. This was a fine how-do-you-do, he’d finally gotten the alone time with Madison he’d been wanting and now he had to rush off to Mexico. “What is that?” The sound of soft music came from down the hall and as Micah approached the kitchen it got louder.

  Stopping in the archway to the kitchen, Micah couldn’t help but stare with a big smile on his face. Madison had found the Bose on the kitchen counter and switched it on. Some god-awful pop song was playing on the radio, the tune was catchy and clearly had Madison under its spell. She stood at the counter, cracking eggs into a large glass bowl, a carton of milk and other food beside the bowl. Micah grinned ear to ear, her little ass was wiggling back and forth and as he watched from his spot leaning against the wall, the blanket came off of her shoulder a few times before she could grab it back, revealing a glimpse of smooth creamy skin that drove him fuckin’ crazy.

  Her singing might be off-key, but the gyration of her cute little butt was worth the price of admission. Micah knew exactly what was under that blanket. Last night she’d been perched on his bed, presenting that pert little ass for his delectation. His palm itched to spank her a few times, just to see the mark of his hand on her smooth cheek. The memory of what it felt like to slide into her velvet heat caused his cock to spring to life under his robe.

  “In time,” he told his erection as he rubbed it through the terry cloth fabric of the robe. It had grown achingly hard and the belt around his waist was the only thing keeping the beast at bay. With a grin, he suddenly realized how much he talked to his cock–almost as much as he talked to his cat.

  “Oh, fuck it.” He walked over to the counter and moved in right behind Madison. “Must be tough cooking wrapped in a blanket.”

  Madison had been unaware Micah was in the room and the sudden feel of his breath in her ear made her jump. “I decided you deserved a reward.” Her breath hitched in her throat as she answered him.

  “Do I? What for?” he asked as he stole kisses from the soft place next to her collarbone.

  “For saving me yesterday.” She beat the eggs in the bowl, never turning to look back at him.

  He wrapped an arm around her slender waist from behind. “And here I thought you were going to say for fucking you so good last night.” He slid a hand into the opening of the blanket and pressed the heft of his throbbing erection against Madison’s soft bottom.

  Even with the material between them, Madison could still feel how hard he was. The tip of Micah’s finger found her clit and he gave it a soft rub, a move that drew Madison in on herself and forced her to press back against his stiff erection.

  “I’ll trade you,” Micah said, again drawing his finger tantalizingly slow over her clit.

  “Trade me?” She barely managed to get the words out.

  Micah undid the belt of his robe. “Yeah. You can have my robe and I’ll take the blanket. We don’t want you to catch fire while you’re cooking. I just need help getting out my robe.” He took his hand out of the blanket and placed it on her hand, Madison let him control her and Micah brought it around behind her and placed it on his cock.

  Madison gasped and closed her hand. My God, he was so big and hard. She massaged the shaft up and down, the man was hung and when she tried to grasp it, her thumb failed to meet her fingertips.

  Micah’s head lolled forward and rested on her shoulder. “My God, you make me hard, Madison.”

  Madison turned her hand over and gripped him. She slowly worked her palm down Micah’s thick, smooth length. The right side of his cock was thicker than the other side. It wasn’t a major difference, but Madison was mapping it with her hand, memorizing every long luxurious inch as she played with it, storing the experience in her head for later on when this all came to an end.

  Micah slipped the blanket off Madison’s shoulder and she stood in front of him, naked as the day she was born. Right when he made a move to grab her and spin her around, she gripped his cock firmly and Micah was helpless. Madison pumped him up and down. He was totally at her mercy and completely under her spell.

  “I’m trying to make you breakfast, you know,” she said playfully.

  Micah pulled his robe off and stood behind her just as naked as
she was. Madison didn’t need to see him, she knew what he’d done, she could feel the heat.

  “I hate to break this to you, Fellows,” he said in a low tone in her ear. “But I am completely, totally and hopelessly obsessed with your pussy.” His words were music to her ears and Madison let out a low whimper and pressed back against him again. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t mind,” Madison purred. The only thing that would’ve made it better would be if he were completely, totally and hopelessly obsessed with all of her–but this was a good start.

  Micah’s eyes blazed. “Good.” He pulled her away from the counter with force, his entire being on fire with the need to taste her. “Because I need it right now.” He walked her the few short steps to the large island in the middle of the kitchen and pushed her over it.

  Madison bent and grabbed the edges of the island, unsure what would happen next.

  Micah’s frame fell over her and he slowly kissed his way down her spine. When he reached the small of her back, he placed his hands between her legs and separated her cheeks. His tongue blazed a trail all the way down over her bottom and through her glistening pussy lips. “Men would kill to get just one taste of you, baby,” he said after licking her swollen clit a few times. “You are so pretty and you taste like heaven.”

  Madison feared for her sanity, the feel of Micah’s warm breath on her trembling sex had her entire body vibrating. The tip of Micah’s finger invaded her a second later and Madison came up on her toes.

  “I need to know I can have you however I want.”

  Madison had no idea what that meant, but she bit her lip and nodded her head. “Anything,” she managed to squeak out between clenched teeth.

  “You make me want to do things I’ve never done before Madison. I honestly can’t help myself when it comes to your body. Every inch of you is perfection.”

  Madison was dying to feel his mouth on her again. “Do them. Please God, do them.”