The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) Page 25

  “I’m not paying you a salary, Fellows. Think of it as a vacation. Besides, keeping me happy is job one and there’s no one more qualified to do that than you.” He’d kissed her gently on the lips, figuring she was on board but Madison could be stubborn.

  After plans with Avery were confirmed, everything came together quickly. Their publisher, Renee Lucas, was so excited she was giddy. When he’d given her the thumbs up, Renee insisted that Micah have some publicity photographs taken. For what, he didn’t know. He’d had a good time with the session, pretending he was one of those runway models. In one shot he’d insisted on having a fan blowing on him to lift his hair back. Yea, he’d vamped for the camera. The whirlwind tour would encompass four cities over a two-week period. Renee assured him all the details were taken care of and when he’d asked about bringing Madison, she’d readily agreed.

  Even after they were on the road, headed to Austin-Bergstrom Airport, Madison still wasn’t absolutely convinced. “I know it will be a vacation for me, but you’re still paying for everything.”

  “If I invite you on vacation, I’m supposed to pay for everything,” Micah pointed out. “In this case, the publisher is picking up the tab for it all unless it’s something we find to do in our spare time. She’s booked the rooms, provided us with plane tickets and will be paying for our meals.”

  Folding her arms across her chest, Madison had put her pretty little foot down. “If they’re paying, then I really have to work. It’s only right,” she argued. “I don’t want them to think I’m a freeloader.”

  “If you were my wife, they’d do the same thing.”

  At the mention of being Micah’s wife, she froze, then went hot and cold all over. There wasn’t anything she could say. The idea of marrying him was just too wonderful to even conceive. “I’m not, though.”

  “No, you’re not.” Clearly, he wasn’t seeing this from her point of view. “Okay, okay, you can keep track of the pen I use to sign autographs.”

  “I’ll do more than that.” She didn’t know what, but she would find something to do. “I’ll help Avery too.”

  Madison was frustrating the hell out of him, but he couldn’t get mad at her. She was just too sweet. “I’ll keep you busy in the bedroom, no problem.” At her worried look, he caved. “Don’t worry, we’ll work something out.”

  “Okay.” The first stop on the book tour would be Dallas, only a hop, skip, and a jump away. While Micah drove, Madison studied the itinerary. “Dallas is the only city I’ve been to before. I’ve never had a chance to do much traveling.”

  “This is going to be fun, Madison. I promise.”

  She wasn’t so sure. The hotels were beyond fancy. She’d packed her best clothes, but if the photos of the places they’d be staying and visiting were any indication, her wardrobe was sadly lacking. “I hope so.”

  He could see she was still fretting. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She put a smile on her face, determined not to be a drag. “I can remember going to Six Flags over Texas right outside of Dallas. I love rollercoasters.”

  “Me too. I especially liked the ones that turned the cars upside down.” He turned off Highway 183 and headed down Airport Drive to the lot where he’d leave his car. “I’ve been to Six Flags several times, but it’s been years. I don’t know if we’ll have a chance to go this trip, but we will do some sightseeing.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t hinting,” she promised. “Anything we do will be fun.”

  Micah parked and gave the Challenger key to a valet. He helped Madison from the car and retrieved their luggage. “You sure packed light.” He noticed she’d brought the same small duffle she’d had at the shelter.

  “Yea, I know. I hope I have enough clothes to do.”

  “Clothes won’t be a problem. There are boutiques in all the hotels and I plan on dolling you up for my pleasure.” He pulled the handle of her duffle onto his shoulder and took his carry on in the other hand, leading the way into the airport terminal.

  “I can’t let you buy me clothes, Micah.” Madison held onto his arm in the crowd.

  Micah stopped dead still. Facing her, he placed a hand on her face. “No more worrying. You’re giving me a headache. I want to do this. Doing things for you makes me happy.” Rubbing his thumb over her lip, he looked into her eyes. “Do you understand?”

  Madison felt a sense of peace come over her. “Yes, I do. I feel the same way.”

  Micah laughed. “Okay, agreed. We’ll take care of each other.”

  “Now, I feel better. Is Avery meeting us here?”

  “No, she’s driving to Dallas. She wanted to pick up someone along the way. I’ve only met her once. Her name’s Cato and she’s married to Isaac’s cousin Heath. She’s a nice lady. You’ll have to remember that she reads lips when you speak to her. Cato is hearing impaired.”

  “Oh, okay. I will.” Madison’s head was spinning. This was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in a long time. The small plane they were taking to Dallas was waiting for them once they picked up their tickets. “I’ve never flown before,” Madison whispered.

  Micah let her go up the steps into the plane ahead of him. After they’d found their seats and he’d put their luggage into the overhead compartment, he sat down next to her. “Fasten your seat belt,” he cautioned her. When they were safely buckled in, he took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her palm. “We’re having a lot of firsts together, aren’t we? Your first time making love. My first time opening up about Colton.”

  “True. My first time to throw up in a plane,” she murmured, holding onto his hand for dear life as the small Lear jet taxied down the runway and lifted off. Once they were in the air, she loosened her death grip on his fingers and he managed to wiggle them to restore some sensation. With a window seat, Madison was enthralled with the view. “Look at the clouds,” she exclaimed. “They look like cotton candy.”

  Micah realized how much fun he was going to have, seeing everything through her eyes. As they flew the short distance, he studied the emails his publisher had sent him. They were staying at the Ritz-Carlton downtown and the signing was being held at the hotel ballroom. He and Avery wouldn’t be the only authors in attendance; the publisher was also sending several others. “This Dallas event looks more like a meet and greet. We’ll each have a table set up to sign books and we’re encouraged to mix with all the readers.”

  “You didn’t bring any books,” Madison pointed out.

  “Renee will have boxes of them there waiting for me. That’s her job.”

  “Are you nervous?” she asked, thinking she would be if she were him.

  “Nah,” Micah dismissed the idea. “I’m used to women throwing themselves at me.”

  Madison giggled. “I guess I’ll have to be your bodyguard, as well as your assistant.”

  “Guarding my body…” he pretended to think about it. “Yea, I think I like that idea.”

  When the plane landed at the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, Madison wondered how far away they were from wherever Sunny and Rudy were staying. If things had been normal between her and her mother, she could have invited her over or met her somewhere for coffee. Pushing the useless notion from her head, Madison clung to Micah’s arm as he steered her toward a waiting car.

  “Now, this is what I call service,” he muttered as a chauffeur took their bags and held the door for them to enter a black limousine.

  Madison was speechless. “I really wasn’t expecting this.”

  Micah chuckled. “To tell you the truth, neither was I.”

  The drive from the airport to downtown Dallas took a little over half an hour. “When we get checked in, we’ll grab something to eat and do a little sightseeing before the signing begins at seven.”

  “Sounds wonderful,” Madison agreed.

  She wanted to look out the window at the passing scenery, but Micah was much more pleasing to the eye. He wore dress jeans and a cashmere sweater the same color as his e
yes. She thought he looked good enough to eat. In contrast, she wore a simple linen skirt and white blouse. She felt drab by comparison, but Micah didn’t give her a chance to worry about it.

  “You say you’ve been to Dallas?” he asked.

  “I misspoke; I’ve really only been to Arlington.” She mentioned the urban community that connected the cities Dallas and Fort Worth where the amusement park was located. “We always referred to it as Dallas, but it really wasn’t.”

  “I understand. We’ll remedy that situation.” As they drove into the city, he asked the chauffer to take them on a little tour and he pointed out some things he thought she’d be interested in. The limousine took them by Dealey Plaza where President John F. Kennedy had been assassinated. “This is a sad locale, but I think everyone should see it once in their lives.” He rolled down their windows and showed her the Book Depository where Oswald hid to take aim at the president and also pointed out the ‘grassy knoll’. “I’m sort of a conspiracy theorist. I don’t think Oswald acted alone. I’m not even sure he pulled the trigger.”

  “Are you more inclined to think he was a ‘patsy’?” Madison asked.

  “Yea, I am.” He nodded his head. “My mother’s cousin, she’s dead now, hung out at Jack Ruby’s Carousel Club. Jack Ruby shot Oswald, you know.”

  “Yes, I know,” she nodded. “I’ve read a little bit about this.”

  “Joanie, the cousin, said she saw Oswald in the club several times during the weeks before the shooting. She was a big proponent that they were both involved with the mob and were actually working together.”

  “All of it sounds sad to me.”

  “You’re right, on to something happier.” They passed by a huge sculpture depicting a cattle drive.

  Madison liked it much better. “They’re life-size,” she marveled, fascinated by the display and how it almost looked as if they were moving.

  After that, the chauffeur took them by the orb-shaped Reunion Tower, which had become a symbol for Dallas.

  “Wolfgang Puck has a restaurant up there. We’ll go, if we have time,” Micah promised. He instructed the limousine driver to make one last detour through White Rock Lake Park before heading to the hotel.

  Upon seeing the spillway and the lake, Madison exclaimed. “Oh, this is beautiful. I love the water.”

  He remembered how excited she’d been to see the Pedernales at his ranch and to ride the riverboat on Lake Austin. Micah vowed he’d show her the ocean soon. “This lake is supposedly haunted. A girl drowned here in the 40’s in a boating accident. Many people have seen her. She walks up to people’s parked cars, looking like she’s just come out of the water and asks for a ride home. When they invite her in, she disappears on the way leaving only a wet spot behind on the seat.”

  Madison shivered, moving closer to him. “I’ve heard those type of stories before.”

  Micah hugged her. “If you respond like this, getting all snuggly, I’ll tell you ghost stories every night.” He held her close, asking the driver to take them to the hotel.

  When they arrived, Madison was so impressed. “This is grand!” she whispered loudly. “Aren’t you excited?”

  “I’m excited to be here with you,” he told her as he checked in. “I’m not so sure about everything else.”

  Madison stayed close to him. Even though she lived in Austin, she’d never spent time at any of the fancier hotels or stores. The lobby was huge with massive pillars and the floor was marble and gleamed like a new penny. She was slightly intimidated trying to take it all in…until her eyes landed on a sight that shocked her panties off. “Oh, my God, Micah. Look!” she exclaimed.

  After Micah thanked the clerk for their room key, he glanced in the direction Madison was frantically pointing. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He couldn’t believe his eyes. Completely covering one of the huge walls was a more than life-size figure of him. The sign said ‘Don Juan is in the house and his name is Micah Wolfe. Come fall in love with the world’s sexiest author!’

  Madison started to walk over to get a closer look, but Micah stopped her. There were at least a dozen women standing underneath the poster and they were staring at his image like a hungry dog eyes a T-Bone steak. “I think we should go to our room and relax for a bit.”

  “But, I want to see…” Madison began, but Micah was tugging her and the luggage toward the elevator at a fast clip.

  But he wasn’t quite fast enough.

  “There he is, girls! Don Juan!” A voice rang out in the expansive lobby.

  Micah tried to keep his cool while punching the elevator button a dozen times in quick succession.

  “You have some excited fans,” Madison whispered as she watched the mob of women making their way across the hotel toward them.

  “So I see.” Micah loved women, but he preferred to deal with them in reasonable numbers. The group approaching made him more than a little nervous.

  “Don Juan! Micah! I love your books!”

  “You are so handsome!”

  “I just knew you’d be sexy!”

  “Will you sign my chest?”

  All Madison could do was back up and let the mob have their way with him. Micah handled the women with his usual aplomb. “One at a time, ladies. Are you all coming back for the party tonight?”

  “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.