Chapter 14 Just What I Needed
I let Nana and PopPop know I was heading out, then I made my way back outside to Micah with my overnight bag.
He leaned against the passenger side of the truck, waiting for me.
Micah smiled as he watched me walk toward him.
Before opening the door, he bent down to kiss my lips.
After a series of kisses, he opened the door for me.
Once I was inside the truck, he got into the driver’s seat, and Micah passed me his phone.
“Play whatever you want,” he offered.
I turned on a station that played old-school R&B.
As he drove, he held my hand with the music filling the silence in the car.
The windows were down, with the wind blowing through my hair.
After the day I had, I wouldn’t mind riding around all night just like that.
Every so often, Micah would peek over at me while he drove.
Everything about that man gave me all the feels.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of Micah’s place. He parked, and we both got out. Micah grabbed my bag out of the truck bed. When we reached the front door, he unlocked it.
“Where is Violet?” I asked.
“With her mother. We alternate every other day. There’s no set schedule, so we try to work around each other’s schedules. So, it’s me and you tonight,” Micah replied as he placed my bag down.
I took a seat on the couch, and he joined me.
“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked.
“I’ll take a shot of whiskey,” I replied.
He looked at me, surprised by my response. “A shot of whiskey coming right up,” he said with a smile.
Micah went over to the bar cart and filled two shot glasses. His pour was heavy, but I wasn’t complaining. Micah passed me the shot. We clinked our glasses, then downed our drinks.
“Damn, that was smooth,” I said as the whiskey elevated my temperature as it coursed through my body.
“Do you want to talk about what happened today?” he inquired.
I didn’t want to revisit the entire conversation, so I decided to just summarize it.
“John is a married man. He didn’t tell my mom until after she became pregnant with me. The man is a coward who chose his family over his mistress and child. He knew where I was my entire life and never came for me. It was a conversation I would rather forget, honestly,” I admitted.
“Damn, that was a lot. I’m assuming you won’t be having a relationship with him?” Micah asked.
“Absolutely not. When I think of what it means to be family, a man like that doesn’t come to mind. Any man who doesn’t take care of their responsibility isn’t a man. I’m good on that,” I said.
“Agreed. I’m glad you’re able to close this chapter of your life,” he said.
“After the day I’ve had, all I want is a nice quiet evening with you,” I replied.
“We can have a nice evening, but I don’t know how quiet it will be,” he teased.
Micah closed the small gap between us to kiss me. The taste of the whiskey on his lips made it sweeter. Our tongues wrestled as we pulled at each other’s clothes. Before we were completely naked, the kiss was broken.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” he said as he pulled me off the couch and threw me over his shoulder.
“You couldn’t carry me like a normal person, huh?” I complained.
“Now, where’s the fun in that, Freckles?” he replied.
When we reached the bedroom, he put me on the bed.
Micah climbed on top of me and unclasped my bra.
I took the time to pull down his boxers.
Micah’s manhood was in my hands as I slowly stroked it, and his hand found my honey pot.
Micah slowly inserted a finger into my tight fold.
The sensation caused me to moan. Micah was meticulous as he used his fingers to open me up.
After a few minutes, Micah pulled his fingers out of me and sucked my juices off of them.
“Sweet, just like I expected,” he uttered in my ear.
I panted from the orgasm I released. As Micah inserted his dick in me, a slight gasp escaped my lips as his girth filled me. Micah slowly stroked until he was fully inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
‘This pussy is tight as hell,” he murmured.
“Fuck me harder,” I whispered in his ear.
Micah’s lips found mine as we kissed. When I least expected it, he picked up his pace.
Those slow strokes were cute. As he stroked me deeper and harder, I screamed his name.
I felt my honey pot stretch with each movement.
Micah fucked me senseless with a smile on his face.
I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I reached.
Eventually, Micah slowed his pace. “Do you want to cum again?” he asked.
“I don’t think I have anything left in me,” I admitted.
“Good. Let me get this nut off,” he said, and he slow-stroked me until he pulled out.
Micah’s hot cum seeped out of him and landed on my belly.
My honey pot throbbed at the absence of his dick.
I lay there, unable to close my legs, while he went to the bathroom.
Micah came back with a wet washcloth and a dry one.
He used the wet one to wipe me clean. The dry one, he used to get his nut off my stomach.
While Micah went back to the bathroom, I sat up. My movements were slow, but I closed my shaky legs. He came out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. Micah’s limp dick swung from side to side.
“I see you looking. Do you want to go again?” he asked.
“Not tonight, buddy. My poor honey pot isn’t used to all this excitement,” I joked.
He lay down on the left side of the bed. “Come lay down with me,” he offered.
I slid up and lay on his chest as I fumbled with the covers. Once I was comfortably settled in, Micah turned out the lights and kissed my forehead.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Freckles,” he whispered tenderly.
The next morning, Micah woke me up with his head between my legs. After another round of sex, I finally managed to get him off me.
“I’m going to shower. Are you coming with me?” Micah asked.
“Nope. Because if I do, I’ll never get home,” I replied.
His dick swung back and forth, tempting me as Micah smiled. “Are you sure?” he asked while rubbing my ass.
A moan escaped my lips while I fought the urge to follow him.
“As much as I would love to join you, I really have to go. Why don’t I make breakfast for you? I’ll use the shower in the guest bedroom,” I offered.
“Only if you can make chocolate chip pancakes,” he replied.
“I can do that.”
After he smacked my ass, he got out of bed.
Eventually, I got up and went to the guest bathroom.
After my shower, I made my way to the kitchen.
I planned to cook chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and eggs.
Micah had a fancy espresso machine. I left those things to the trained baristas.
All I needed was a simple coffee pot to get my day going, so he would be on coffee duty when he made his way down.
After going through his fully stocked fridge and pantry, I grabbed everything I needed. While I whisked together the wet and dry ingredients for the batter, Micah appeared, walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and placed several kisses all over my neck.
“You’re welcome to start my mornings off like this anytime,” he teased.
I giggled as I continued to mix.
“Wait. Are you making pancakes from scratch?” he asked.
“Yes. Is something wrong? You don’t have any allergies, do you?” I inquired.
“No allergies. I’m just impressed. A city girl like you making things from scratch?” he joked.
“Keep it up. You’re about to be hungry,” I teased. His hard dick was on my back. “And keep that thing to yourself. My poor honey pot is tired,” I said.
Micah backed away from me with his arms in the air as if he was surrendering. “Since you’re handling the food. Would you like a cup of espresso?” he asked.
“Please, I was waiting for you to work this thing. Why do you need this fancy machine? Nothing beats a good ole coffee pot,” I said.
“You’ll change your tune once I make you this espresso,” he assured me.
I warmed the skillet for the pancakes while Micah was busy with his espresso machine. When he turned the machine on, the bell rang. Micah left the kitchen to answer it. When he did, I heard Iris.
“I’ve been calling you all night. Why aren’t you answering your phone?” she questioned.
“I’m busy. Is everything okay with Violet?” Micah inquired.
“Violet is fine, Micah. Calm down. I need some money,” she replied.
Micah took a long pause before he responded. “Money for? I gave you money for the month already.”
”I was waiting on some money, but it didn’t come through. My lights are about to get cut off,” she admitted.
Micah let out a deep sigh just as the espresso machine finished brewing. He left Iris standing in the living room and walked back into the kitchen, but Iris was right on his heels.
“So this is why you were too busy to answer my calls!” Iris barked.
“In case you didn’t realize, you entered my home. I know you see Harley, so you should acknowledge her. Especially since you’re here interrupting our morning,” he demanded.
Iris looked at me and rolled her eyes. I didn’t care if she spoke to me or not.
Micah always made their co-parenting situation seem like it was smooth.
The situation seemed different than what he described.
I wondered how often she showed up unannounced.
Micah was an easy-going guy, so I could see Iris trying to take advantage of him.
If that was their usual dynamic, it would need to change.
Iris barging into his home and making requests for money would need to come to a halt.
“Good morning, Harley,” Iris mumbled.
“Good morning,” I replied.
“How much money do you need, Iris?” Micah asked her.
“I would rather not discuss this in front of her,” Iris responded.
I turned the stove off so I could give them some privacy.
“Stay where you are, Freckles. Iris, we can have this discussion here, or we don’t have it at all. Harley is and will be in my life. My finances are her concern. You know I won’t have my daughter living any kind of way. So, just tell me how much you need,” he said sharply.
“You never told me you guys were together,” she answered.
“My personal life isn’t your business. Harley and I are officially together. She’ll be spending time with Violet. We’ll need to be on the same page for Violet’s sake. Now that you’re up to speed, will everything be cool?” he asked.
Iris sucked her teeth. “Yes, everything is cool,” she spoke under her breath.
“Cool. I don’t mind helping where you need, but let’s not make this a habit. If you aren’t comfortable speaking in front of Harley, just text me what you need,” he offered.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. I’ll leave you guys to your breakfast,” she replied as she left the house.
Once she was gone, I turned the stove back on. Micah went back over to the espresso machine to finish making our drinks. Once breakfast was on the table, we sat down to eat.
“I’m sorry you had to be here for all of that. Iris can be a handful,” Micah explained.
“Does she come over here unannounced often?” I asked.
“She has in the past, but it’s not a habitual thing. I will make sure she knows not to do it again—unless there’s an emergency, of course. It’s important to me you’re comfortable here.”
“I appreciate that. Now, try your pancakes,” I coaxed.
Micah drizzled syrup over the pancakes before taking a bite. His expression was hard to read at first, then he burst out in laughter. “I was trying to fake like they weren’t good, but I couldn’t hold my laugh in. You should see your face!” he hollered.
His laughter caused me to laugh. “That’s not even funny,” I complained.
“You know the food is good, Harley. Why are you looking all scary?” he questioned.
Micah and I continued to laugh all through breakfast. I was worried that Iris and her little outburst would put a damper on our time together.
It made me feel good that he made Iris aware that I would be around her daughter.
This relationship with Micah was a surprise, but he was exactly what I needed.