Chapter 35 Kaylee
THIRTY-FIVE
KAYLEE
With Micah’s plan ready to be put into action and the band’s relationship beginning to repair, I should have been overjoyed. Everything was going to work out. Everything was going to be fine. I should have been able to breathe a sigh of relief.
But it wasn’t over. I still had one problem that hadn’t been taken care of. The most dangerous problem of them all.
And I knew I needed Micah’s help with it.
He had come up with a plan to fix the band. When the rest of us were moping and secluding ourselves, Micah had gone out and worked up a way out for all of us, just like the leader he always felt he had to be. I should have trusted that he would find a solution.
I should have trusted him, full stop.
“Micah.” I said his name and tried not to let my voice waver. “Can we talk?”
“Oooh, famous last words,” Finn teased.
Anya poked him in the chest.
“Quiet, you,” she said. Then she said to the rest of them, “Fries?”
“Sure, I’m in,” Zain said, and Anya ushered the rest of the band out of the basement studio.
Then it was just me and Micah. He looked at me expectantly. Just like with Anya, I knew I couldn’t stop to think or I’d chicken out.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I’m sorry about the contract. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough to come to you with it. I didn’t want to worry you on top of everything else, but I still shouldn’t have gone ahead without telling you. I should have trusted you with my problem.”
Micah stared at me long enough that my stomach began to churn.
Was it not enough? Was he not going to forgive me?
Was what I’d done too unforgivable? Had I ruined things with us for good, with that one decision I’d made all those years ago?
Had the consequences of my actions finally caught up with me?
Sour acid rose up my throat, choking me, as if vicious hands were wrapped around my neck, squeezing tight. I couldn’t take in a single breath.
What would I do if Micah couldn’t forgive me?
Then, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he let out a sigh and an indulgent smile. Desperate hope sprung in my chest as the acid receded. He took slow steps across the room until he was close enough to wrap his arms around me. My heart leaped as tears stung the back of my eyes.
“I understand,” he said, voice muffled as he buried his face in my hair. “I do. After the last few weeks, I really do understand.”
The elation buzzing through my veins was tampered by confusion. What had changed? He’d been so upset, so unable to look at things from my point of view.
I was about to ask him when he continued speaking.
“I’d always known your mother was a piece of work, but now…” He grunted in ire.
My mother? Oh no.
I pulled back from Micah’s embrace, dread overtaking any sense of joy at our reunion.
“What happened?” I asked warily.
“It’s easier to show you.” He took out his phone and turned it to face me. The entire screen was taken up by texts. Texts from my mom. I flicked my finger to scroll through them, eyebrows raising the longer I had to flick, message after message after message.
“Wow,” I said, not entirely surprised. “And here I thought she only blew up my phone when she was mad.” I looked up from the screen to meet Micah’s eyes. “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with her.”
“And I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with her on your own for so long,” Micah said regretfully.
“She’s been saying some really unhinged stuff.
I get it now. I get why you didn’t want to have her anywhere near the band.
I wish you had come to me, but…” Micah tipped my chin up to we could lock eyes. “I understand. And I forgive you.”
I swallowed hard and buried my face in his chest before he could see the tears fall, but my breath hitched with a liquid sob, giving me away. Micah made a soothing noise and ran a hand through my curls.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “We’re okay.”
I shivered, both from the tickle of his lips against my hair and from the comforting words.
“I love you, Kay,” he continued, louder now, his arms tightening around me.
“I don’t want anything to get between us again.
I want every part of you to be mine, just like I want to give you every part of me in return.
I want you by my side. I won’t let anything break us apart.
” The tone of his voice was fierce, and devoted. “I want you to be mine, forever.”
My heart jumped at the admission and my body began to tremble, from both relief and bliss.
“I want to be yours.” I squeezed him tight, making my tone just as fierce, just as devoted. “Forever.”
I lifted my head to meet Micah’s eyes. They were lit with a simmering hunger. From the twitching of his fingers pressed against my lower back I knew he was fighting to suppress those wild urges he had talked about before, the kind of urges that he thought might scare me.
But the only thing I felt was an answering desire rising up inside me, a throbbing in my core.
I knew exactly what thoughts were running through his head, and I wanted every one of them to manifest into reality.
“Don’t hold back.” I stood on my tiptoes and brought my arms up to wrap around his shoulders, stroking my hands up and down the soft hair at the back of his neck. “Take what you want.”
His eyes flashed dangerously.
“I want everything,” he said, low in his chest.
“It’s yours,” I told him. “Take it. Take me.”
With a grunt he crushed his lips to mine almost painfully, prying them open with his tongue and thoroughly exploring my mouth.
I made a surprised sound in the back of my throat, but happily welcomed the firm press of his lips, the ferocity of his kiss.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he growled, leaving my mouth and trailing sucking kisses along my neck. “I want to devour every inch of you. I want to take everything you have to give me. I want to take everything.”
My belly clenched, both at his words and at his warm lips. I wanted the same. I wanted to be devoured by him.
Micah impatiently tugged me down onto the sofa with him, pulling me into his lap and positioning me until I was straddling his hips.
My skirt rode up and the bulge pressing against his jeans zipper rubbed against the thin fabric of my panties. I squeezed my thighs and bucked against him, trying to alleviate the ache. He stifled a low groan in the back of his throat.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.
“Great way to go, though,” I replied with a saucy grin, then moaned as he bent down and nipped at my collarbone, swiping his hot tongue against the skin. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I pulled back long enough to rip off my tube top and strapless bra, tossing them to the floor. I tugged impatiently at his Henley until it joined my clothes, discarded carelessly.
I ran my hands over his firm chest, enjoying the shifting of muscles over soft skin as I ran my nail lightly down his torso. His eyes burned as he drank in the sight of my bare breasts, cupping each one in either hand. He circled his thumbs over my nipples, making me shudder and whine.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, before darting forward and sucking one nipple into his mouth.
I cried out and grabbed at his shoulders as tingles of pleasure shot straight from my chest to the apex of my thighs and warm, liquid heat pooled between my legs.
He went back and forth between my nipples, lavishing attention on each one equally. It felt so, so good, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I need so much more from him than just this.
I tugged at the zipper of his jeans.
“Off,” I demanded.
I lifted my hips long enough for him to shove his jeans and boxers down his legs before immediately returning to his lap, grinding down against his now naked length. He hissed and dug his fingers into my thighs.
“Fuck, if you keep squirming like that…” he warned.
“…you’ll end up doing exactly what I want you to do,” I finished for him breathlessly.
With a growl he took the elastic of my panties in both hands and pulled, ripping at the fabric until it tore in two, seams splitting open and leaving me bare to his gaze. A desperate hunger flared up in his eyes.
He threw my now-ruined panties to the floor and circled my clit with his thumb, making me squeal and squirm with delight, just I imagined he’d been aiming for.
Then he plunged two fingers into me, pumping in and out, making me moan and quake in his arms. My hips bucked wildly, wanting everything he could give me, and more.
He pressed his lips to the center of my chest.
“You want this?” he murmured against my skin.
“Yessss,” I hissed.
“You want me?” he asked, doubling his efforts as he continued playing with my clit.
“Y-Yes,” I stuttered out with a moan, unable to keep my hips from rocking back and forth.
He shifted his hips until the head of his length parted my folds. He held himself there, until I was writhing and whining.
“Micah…” I pleaded. “Stop teasing.”
“No,” he shook his head. “I’m waiting.”
“For what!?” I exclaimed wantonly.
“For you to be so desperate you’re dying for me,” he said with a wicked lilt. “I want you to feel as wild and out of control as I feel every time I touch you. I want to wait until you can’t take it anymore. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard you fall apart in my arms.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed, wetter than I’d ever been in my life, that liquid heat dripping out of me and coating the head of his cock. “I think I’m already there.”
“Not yet,” he said.
“Micah!” I protested loudly.
He went back to sucking my nipples and rubbing my clit with deft fingers. I moaned, and squeaked, and cursed him until I was aching painfully.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I took the base of his stiff length and bucked my hips to place him exactly where I wanted him.
“Now!” I demanded. “Micah, I need it!”
He grabbed my thighs and slammed me down on his cock. I threw my head back in ecstasy as my slick walls parted to take him, gasping at the sensation of his cock bottoming out.
He lifted me and slammed me back down again. My mouth fell open soundlessly as I dug my nails into his shoulders. He continued pumping in and out of me, the pleasure rising higher and higher, until I felt like I might come apart at the seams. I was shaking and moaning in his arms.
But it still wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I took control, gyrating against him, setting the pace, furious and desperate, chasing my own pleasure. I dug my nails into his back, letting loose with abandon.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh my god. I can’t— Micah!!”
“There we go,” he hissed. “That’s what I want to see.”
He hit that spot inside me and I cried out, loud and long, as the pleasure crested and I found my peak, clenching and pulsing around him. He grunted as he followed me, biting down on my shoulder. It would no doubt leave a mark, the same as my nails in his back, and I relished the thought.
We finally came down from our high, panting and gasping for breath. I slumped forward and rested my forehead in the crook of Micah’s neck. He turned his head to bury his face in my hair, breathing deeply.
“So, did you get it?” I asked sleepily.
“Get what?” he asked, sounding equally worn out.
“Everything,” I answered.
Micah chuckled in my ear.
“Almost,” he said, that wicked note back in his voice.
“Almost?” I asked indignantly. “What more could you possibly want?”
He pulled back, his dark eyes sparkling with a secret delight.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”