The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) (34 page)

“I’d heard they removed most of the locks. The weight was bearing down too hard on the bridge. So, many of them are lost forever.” She glanced back. “I hope ours makes it. It would break my heart if something happened to it.”

Repeating a phrase he often told himself, they set off on another adventure. “Stop worrying, things will work out just like they’re supposed to.”

Paris Rendezvous…

Madison couldn’t sleep. She slipped from the bed and went to sit on the window seat. Seeing the sunrise over the Seine was a miracle she didn’t want to miss.

“Fellows.”

Madison jerked her head to the bed, expecting to meet Micah’s eyes. Odd. They were closed. She shrugged, maybe she’d imagined the barely audible mumble. She didn’t look away, however, he was worth checking out–asleep or awake.

“Madison.”

Her breath hitched, this she had not imagined. He’d just full-on moaned her name and if she wasn’t mistaken, he legs were moving under the sheet–as if writhing…in need.

“Oh fuck, Madison, yeah.”

Madison rose slowly, mesmerized by how his hips were bucking. The sheet had fallen away and his cock was visible. It wasn’t flaccid, but it wasn’t hard yet. But God above, it was beautiful. She came closer. The man was a work of art. Everything about him was perfectly proportioned and his cock was no exception. As she stared at it, it grew. She knelt next to him on the floor, fascinated by how it pulsed with life. Her blood pressure rose as she considered taking advantage of his situation.

Rubbing it.

Sucking it.

Licking.

Tasting.

“Damn, baby,” she whispered. He was fully engaged now, his staff hard and jerking of its own accord. “Fellows, I need.”

His need was merely a reflection of hers. His breathing was as shallow and fast–just like hers. And that beautiful erection beckoned beyond her power to resist. Crawling on the bed as slowly and quietly as possible, knelt next to him. Bending over, she began to plant butterfly kisses up and down his cock. Beneath her lips, the velvet skin tightened even more.

Wet.

Warm.

Oh, Christ!

Micah’s entire body clenched. He stretched his legs, curling his toes, his thighs hard and knotted. “Ahhhh!” Paradise. Clawing the bed, he clutched the sheet in his hand, then realized he was awake.

He wasn’t dreaming.

“Madison,” he moaned. “Damn, baby.” She was killing him. Her mouth felt so good loving him, her tongue soothed and tortured with an incredible drawing sensation as she sucked his cock with absolute concentration. “Fuck!” he cried.

He’d never had a woman go down on him like this before. She lavished him with attention. Worshipping him. Barely able to raise his head, he tried to focus on the vision before him. Any man can attest–there is nothing sexier on God’s green earth than a woman kneeling at your feet with your cock in her mouth.

“God, yes!” he bellowed as she pleasured him, bringing him to a mind-blowing climax. His back bowed as he filled her throat full of his cum. And she swallowed…holding him in her mouth while his body shuddered in perfect ecstasy.

Wasted.

He was sapped.

He could barely breathe.

“Good morning,” she whispered, crawling up his body to touch her lips to his. “I hope you didn’t mind. I couldn’t resist you.”

“Foolish, foolish woman,” he breathed, pulling her close.

When he recovered, Micah was determined to make her day as beautiful as possible. “Where to, love?”

“The Eiffel Tower, of course!”

Driving there was an adventure in itself, but Micah managed, weaving his way through the narrow one way streets as Madison tried to give him directions.

“It’s a good thing I have a natural, pioneering spirit,” he told her. “You may be riding shot-gun, but your scouting abilities need some work. Our wagon train would be lost in the wilderness forever with your directions.”

“Nope. It’s right in front of us. How could you miss it?” She pointed to the bronze colored tower.

“Seeing it and getting to it are two different things,” he grumbled, but soon they were parked and standing near the front of the line. “It’s one of the tallest structures in France at one thousand and sixty-three feet high. And we should be visitor number seven million and one.”

She laughed at his weird sense of humor. “Can we climb to the top?”

“We could, but there’s almost seventeen hundred steps. We should take the lift.”

“No, we have to climb. We have to be able to say we climbed the Eiffel Tower.”

Micah tried to make his case. “I’d rather conserve my energy to have sex with you. Almost everyone uses the lift.” He held up the brochure. “It says that if all of the trips were combined, the distance the lift would travel would be two and a half times the circumference of the Earth.”

“You’re such a writer, always doing research.”

“That’s right. Did you know a man sold the Eiffel Tower to some fool for scrap metal! Twice! And during cold weather the tower shrinks about six inches.”

“How much do you shrink?”

“What?” He was pulling her to the lift.

“How much do you shrink in cold weather?”

“Fellows!” He barked out a laugh. “Summer isn’t here yet. Wait till you see me at my best.”

“Oh, Lord, I can barely take you now.”

They did as he wanted, riding the lift and soon they were on the second tier, gazing down at Paris from the most iconic symbol of all. With the wind whipping through their hair, they pointed out landmarks, including the Arc De Triomphe and Champs Elysees.

“Having a good time?” he asked her, knowing the answer.

She was radiant. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Oh, yes.” She launched herself into his arms. “Thank you. I love this and I love…” She gulped, and finished lamely. “Paris.”

Micah didn’t seem to notice. “Come here.” He led her to a spiral staircase that had a rope stretched across it. Stepping over it, he picked her up and swung her over to his side.

“What are we doing?”

“What I have to do.” Finding a very rare, lonely corner, he pushed her to the wall, nuzzling her neck, nipping at it with gentle teeth. She could feel his erection hard against her thigh. “Hold your skirt up.” She did–and he pushed his hand down into her panties, dipping a finger into her tight channel.

She tightened around it, needing more. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Boldly, he went to his knees. Lifting her right leg over his shoulder, he pushed the narrow crotch of her panties to one side and dove in.

“Micah!” she gasped. Closing her eyes, she bit her bottom lip. “Oh, God!”

Madison couldn’t be still. He held her down, his tongue performing the same mind-blowing action again and again–licking, swirling, sucking on the succulent pink flesh that fascinated him so.

“That’s it, Fellows. Fuck, you’re good.” He spread her wide and speared her deep. “Cum for me.”

Pulling the hard button into his mouth, he pushed two fingers deep into her tunnel. It was warm and creamy just for him. He could feel her walls grow wetter, raining passion all over his skin.

“Micah!” she screamed. Loud. They could get caught, but right now he didn’t give a flying fuck. He was pleasuring his woman, getting his fix and that was all that mattered.

“More!” he demanded, not letting up even when she went limp. “Again!”

Even as she tried to come down from one high, he pushed for more. “No, no, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You will.”

She tried to move and he gave her sweet ass a pinch, increasing the pressure of his tongue and lavishly lapping up the cream of her orgasm. Instead of two fingers fucking her, he used three and varied his sensual assault by alternating nibbles to her clit and labia with the suction of his mouth.

“Paybacks are…heaven.” she whispered.

He laughed against her skin, but didn’t take time to discuss it. Instead–he consumed.

Devoured.

The intensity shocked Madison. He was fierce in his hunger and she was totally at his mercy. The second time she came was the hardest yet and she almost blacked out from the full-body spasms that washed over her body.

“Monsieur! Madame! Arretez!”

“Uh, oh. We’ve got to go.” He gave one final kiss to her mound, then pulled her skirt down.

“I don’t think I can walk.”

Micah just laughed, picked her up in his arms and swept her down the stairs to the next level. They laughed all the way to the ground.

Once they were on their way, nothing would do Madison but to walk along the Seine. “I just want to hold your hand and be happy.”

Who could resist a request like that? “Let’s go park at the hotel and walk from there,” he suggested and she agreed.

“Look, it’s starting to rain,” she lamented.

“Not hard, just a drizzle. I’m still game if you are.”

“Please. We have to go tomorrow and this will make it all complete.”

Micah felt his heart contract. He wasn’t about to tell her, but the woman had him wrapped around her little finger.

After the car was safely ensconced in the hotel garage, Madison and Micah went on their last excursion. He bought a bright red umbrella and they joined the crowd of other tourists too enchanted with the city to stay indoors.

The Seine was a ribbon of blue winding through a jewel of a city. They held hands and took one last look at scenes that were theirs to cherish forever. Only once did Madison ask to stop and that was at a small restaurant for water and to use the restroom. While she did, Micah leaned on a balustrade and gazed out over the bridge where they’d fastened the lock. He wasn’t really thinking, just waiting. The rain had stopped and the sun was peeking out. A reflective glint caught his eye and he noticed a policeman with a pair of heavy cutters dismantling the locks from the bridge.

“Shit.”

He didn’t even hesitate, Micah headed over, hoping to catch him before he got to their lock. Arriving just in time, he approached the man, hoping he knew enough French to make him understand. “Excusez-moi.”

“I speak English,” the gentleman informed him. “What do you want?”

“Well, I see what you’re doing and I understand why.”

“Good.”

“I hate to bother you, but there’s a lock here I’d like to claim. I know it was wrong to put it here, but I’d hate to see it thrown in the garbage.”

The man raised up and gave him a hard look that finally softened into a smile. “I was young once. I understand love. Which lock?”

Micah pointed it out and the man snipped the top latch and handed it over. “Here you go. I hope you two are happy.”

“Me too.” Micah said, holding the lock fast in his hand. Not knowing what he was going to say to Madison, he slipped into his pocket and headed back.

“There you are! You scared me.” She met him with a hug. “Where did you go?”

“Just looking around. Did you miss me?”

“So much. Are you ready to go home?”

She meant the hotel, but he answered truthfully. “No. I’ve loved being here with you, but we can’t live in a fairy tale forever. It’s time to go home I guess.”  

Home…

“Like heck you’re going home.” Micah protested when they stepped off the plane.

“Micah. I haven’t been home for weeks.” She protested half-heartedly. If she had her way, she’d never leave his side again.

He pulled her close for a kiss. “Which is how I like you. Right next to me as often as possible. I’ll take you home tomorrow, but you’re staying at my place tonight.”

Micah had a surprise for her and he couldn’t wait to get her back to the ranch to show her.

She dozed the hour trip home and he was glad she could rest. “What in the world?” he said, loudly enough to wake her.

Putting on the brake, he drove down his driveway at a crawl giving her time to wake up to see what was waiting for her.

“Is that my car?” Madison asked, rubbing her eyes. Her old beat-up car was sitting parked out in front of Micah’s gorgeous house. “What’s it doing here?”

“That’s a good question. I’ll grab the bags and we’ll go find out together.”

Madison walked around her car while Micah put their bags on the front porch. “How did you get it here? This thing conked out before our first date and that was a while ago.”

“Are you calling us an old married couple, Fellows? Has the spark gone out for you?”

Married couple?

Torture.

Pure torture.

Determined to tease him back, Madison rose to meet his kiss. “Never, my darling. We’re still as young and hot as ever.”

“Well, I guess seeing as how your car is here and you wanted to go home, you might as well go.” He opened the driver’s side door. “Well, go ahead, Fellows.”

“It doesn’t work. You know that.”

“Doesn’t it? Why don’t you jump in and see if you’re right?”

Madison climbed in behind the wheel. The keys were already in the ignition. “What did you do, Micah?”

He gave her his signature wolfish grin. “While we’re still young, Fellows.”

Madison turned the key and the engine fired up right away. “It works!”

Micah went around to the passenger side and got in. “How about we take a quick spin around the ranch? See what this bad boy can do.”

Madison threw the car into gear and headed down the driveway and out onto the road. “How did you get it working?”

“I had Jet swing by your place after we left for Paris.”

“He stole my car?”

“More or less, I guess. He also broke into your apartment to get the key. But he did it with good intentions. He needed an excuse to bring Polly by to visit Thunderpunch anyway. Those two don’t see each other as much as siblings should.”

“So, Jet is a mechanic also? Those are some impressive friends you have.”

“The big guy isn’t a car mechanic, but put him in front of a Harley with a toolbox and that’s a different story. He can fix a bike with his eyes closed, but he took your car to a friend’s shop and they fixed it up together. I would’ve just bought you a new car, but I didn’t think you’d accept it, as you already told me, prior to our first date.” He knew her independence was important to her.

“No, you’ve done too much for me as it is. I’ll never be able to repay you for the Paris trip.” Madison was giddy behind the wheel of her now functioning car. “It might sound strange, but I actually missed the old rust bucket.” She pulled the car around and headed back toward the ranch house.

“The vacation was for both of us. Okay?” Being with her on the trip had knocked his socks off. Even though they were back on terra firma, Micah’s feet still hadn’t touched the ground. “Test drive over already?”

“I don’t want to overdo it and break it again.”

“Don’t worry, Fellows. I told Jet it needed to be fixed and I guarantee his guy did a good job. This puppy will last you for many years to come.” They pulled into the driveway. “Park it over by the garage. We’ll take my car when I take you home tomorrow.”

They sat in the car for a moment longer. “First the phone, then trips, now the car? Micah. I really need to pay you back for the repairs. How much was it?”

Micah got out of the car. He wouldn’t hear it. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings. Let’s go inside. You can freshen up while I check my emails and messages. I’ll let you pay me back after that.” He gave her a wink and a slap on the butt.

The flight had been long and although she was tired, the promise of a romp with Micah piqued Madison’s sensual interest and she was willing to work off her debt with great zeal.

“Okay. I’m easily convinced, but when things settle down I hope you’ll work on your detective novel. I think it’s been simmering in your heart a long time. Don’t you think it’s time to put it down on paper?”

Micah followed her into the house. “You may be right, love. I’ll give it a try.” As soon as he stepped through the door, his cat came and wound itself around his ankles. “Hey, jerk,” he picked up Thunderpunch and gave him a good head rub as he walked into the kitchen. “I see Saxon didn’t do a bang-up job as temporary cat food bowl filler-upper.” Thunderpunch’s bowl was low. He sat the cat down and poured some crunchies out of the bag for his little friend.

In the bathroom, Madison turned on the shower and slipped in, letting the warm water wash away the residual effects of sitting on a jet for hours. Being in Micah’s house felt normal to her now. She felt like she was at home and that was a dangerous feeling to have.

Micah carried their luggage and left it on the bed. Hearing the shower, he was almost tempted to give Madison a little company, but decided she needed a little time to pamper herself. Instead, he stepped into his study and sat down at the redwood desk to call up his email on the laptop. He was just about to respond to a new set of fan messages when he heard the front door open and close.

“Anybody home?”

“In here,” Micah called out to his friend.

A moment later Saxon appeared at the entryway to the study. “Welcome home, Wolfe.” He had a dossier in his hand and Micah dreaded the thought of having to dive headlong into some sort of work.

“Hey Sax. Good to be back. Any word on Noah and Sofia?”

“Aron called Kyle and reported that Sofia and Mateo were fitting right in. He said Sofia was cooking up a storm. They’ve had burritos, enchiladas, tacos, fajitas, chalupas and tamales.” Saxon laughed. “He’s so sick of Mexican food he doesn’t know what to do. Kyle said Aron laughed and said Jim Gaffigan was right. He’d never noticed they were all the same before. It’s all a tortilla with cheese, meat or vegetables.”

“I’m sure Aron eats whatever is put in front of him. What do they have Mateo doing?”

“I hear Noah already has him on a horse. He’ll be riding rodeo before this is over.”

“I’m glad it’s all working out.” Micah stared at the papers in Saxon’s hand. “How about Marisol? Any word on the Jaguar?”

Saxon sat down in one of the leather chairs across from Micah. “Club Hidalgo is open for business again.”

“That didn’t take long.”

“No. Once the dust settled, Santiago had a guy go back into the club as a customer armed with a small camera. He took lots of photos. Santiago sent them to us. I’ll let you look at them in a day or two when you get some time. Tyson showed them to Marisol and she’s trying to match the photos with some others she has to see if any are a match. There was one odd thing I saw though.” At Micah’s questioning expression, he continued. “You know how some restaurants have a fish tank? These idiots have a big black jaguar pacing back and forth in a gilded cage.”    

Madison heard the voices when she got out of the shower. She didn’t feel right about barging in on Micah and his company, so she padded into the bedroom and decided to busy herself by unpacking their clothes. Later she would put on a load of laundry.

First she towel dried her hair, then slipped on a clean dress. After she emptied both of her bags, proudly hanging the new clothes Micah had bought her in the closet, she began to empty his. The small domestic task made her feel good. She loved to do things for him. Reaching for the last of his underwear and socks, her hand bumped something hard. With a frown, she felt deeper.

What in the world?

She gasped as her hand closed around a lock. When she drew it out, she was dismayed to see it was their lock, the one they’d locked on the bridge.

What did this mean?

Did Micah go back and take it down?

An odd feeling of discontent filled her chest. She sat down on the bed and just held the padlock in her hand, staring at their names and the small heart. All of a sudden she felt a little sick to her stomach. Being still, it was easier to hear the men talking. Although she didn’t intentionally eavesdrop, sound travelled well in the big place and it was impossible not to hear most of what they were saying.

“So you enjoyed the trip? Lots of fans?”

“Oh, yea. The readings and signings were quite an experience. I really wasn’t prepared for it all.”

“I bet you had to beat the women off with a stick.”

Micah begged off. “Sorry, Saxon, my man. Wasn’t interested in a single one. I had my special lady friend there with me. She was all I needed.”

Madison’s heart filled with joy when she heard Micah’s words.

How about that, World?

Poor little Madison Alicia Fellows was Micah Albert Wolfe’s ‘special lady friend’.

Maybe she was wrong about the lock. She shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Sometimes things weren’t exactly as they seemed at first. Madison wanted to go to him and just kiss him to death right then and there. And that was just what she was about to do when she heard Saxon start to speak.

“I want to talk to you about her actually.” He fidgeted with the dossier on the desk.

Micah leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Okay. What about, hombre?”

Madison was curious also. She stood and walked out into the hall, close enough to the study door to hear well, but far enough that she would be out of sight.

“I did some digging around and I found this on her.” Saxon pushed the dossier across the table to Micah. “It seems your new special lady has a bit of a checkered past.”

Madison’s heart fell into her shoes. What could Saxon possibly have found on her?

Micah began leafing through the file. Words jumped out at him. Ugly words. “Pandering and soliciting prostitution. What the fuck?” He stood up from the desk, staring at the piece of paper in his hand.

Madison recoiled in on herself at Micah’s tone. She wasn’t sure what Saxon had found but whatever it was, none of it was true. She held her breath, expecting Micah to come to her defense, but he didn’t.

“I can’t believe this,” Micah said. He was exhausted from the flight and the last month or so of his life. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. “That’s her name all right. Madison Fellows.”

“Perhaps you don’t know this girl as well as you thought you did,” Saxon said. “Those reports say that Madison Fellows has been questioned numerous times by the Vice squad and has even been detained on more than one occasion.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe this.” Micah cursed, pushing his chair back so hard against the wall that the sound of the blow echoed through the house.

Madison couldn’t believe it either. She wanted to barge into the room and defend herself, to assure Micah none of that was true, but he didn’t sound like he would be interested in her version. He seemed to be buying what Saxon was selling and that made Madison’s heart feel like it was being squeezed in a vice.

Micah took a seat back at his desk. “I don’t know what to say.” A large part of him wasn’t buying what Saxon had put forth to him, but there it was. “Madison’s name right here in black and white, over and over again.” He stared at the notes of the vice detective’s report.

Madison couldn’t take it any longer. She ran back to the bedroom, placed the lock on the top of his closed suitcase and quickly packed all of her old clothes she could find into her duffle. As silently as she could, she slipped out the front door and into her car. She fired it up, praying the noise would go unheard and she could just drive off without Micah knowing she’d left. As quickly and quietly as she could, Madison drove away, tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t know, Saxon.” The first rush of shock was passing and Micah was able to think straight. What he was reading didn’t make sense. He knew Madison. And what he was reading sounded nothing like the girl he knew. “This seems like some pretty flimsy evidence. All that’s here is just notes. There isn’t even a picture of her.”

Saxon huffed. “Are you kidding me? How many other Madison Fellows do you think there are here in the Austin area? I checked and there’s only one. I also did some other checking around. Miss Fellows has a pretty sporadic work and housing record. She seems to bounce around a lot.”

“She works as a temp.”

“I looked into that and she’s only been with a temp agency for the last four years. Before that I couldn’t find any work history on her at all.”

“I know it may burn your ears off to hear me say this, but not everything is on the internet, you know. And so what if she’s only been with the agency for four years?”