2. Micah
CHAPTER 2
Micah
T he town hall echoes emptily and I shake my head. Where the hell is everybody?
Even the guard at the door isn’t on duty like usual. I’ve only been here once or twice since I moved into the area but I still know what’s missing.
I notice things. It’s my superpower now. I wish I had noticed what was going on with my fiancé and my best friend. That would have been nice to know. Maybe it wouldn’t have wrecked me so hard when I walked in on the two of them fucking. In my bed. Our bed.
“Hello? Is anybody here?”
A female with long, straggly hair tugging a huge white cat on a sparkly leash pops her head out of the back. “Who are you?”
Her soft, squeaky voice makes me smile for some damn reason. But I wipe that smirk off my face immediately. I’m not amused by women. Not anymore. Frederica cured me of any thoughts of romance.
“Just came for the wedding.”
She rushes towards me and pats my shoulder, sending tingles rushing into my belly and along my nerve endings. “I’m so sorry. We just notified the bride and groom about the storm and we’re going to have to reschedule. I didn’t think anybody would actually make it here. Apparently I’m the only idiot that didn’t realize the storm shifted directions.” She smiles and my whole body melts before I stiffen my spine and remind myself that I’m not gonna be any woman’s plaything again.
That’s why I’m here. I’m looking to build my own business. Not get involved.
Even if her pretty face and sparkling sapphire eyes make my heart skip a beat.
“I’m sure that wasn’t your fault,” I mutter, looking around. “Are you the wedding planner?”
Her head nods and she grins sheepishly. “I am.”
“So nice to meet you,” I manage to grit my teeth and smile. Judging by the way her eyes widen, my smile must look a bit forced.
“I’m so sorry. What’s your name? I’ll make sure that when the new ceremony is scheduled, you get the notification.”
She thinks that I’m a guest. I clear my throat and smile again. “It’s alright. I’m Micah. I was kind of a last-minute addition.” Otherwise known as a wedding crasher. For a good reason but still…
Something slams into the side of the hall and I wince, reaching out to catch the woman in front of me as she flinches and twists so fast that she almost falls over the giant cat winding through her feet.
“Oh!” Her blue eyes snap up to mine and she freezes in my arms as the cat winds around us, the leash wrapping us up like rope. Her hands flutter on my chest and I grind my teeth, trying to control the sudden stand that my dick is taking. He’s knocking hard against my zipper and I can tell by the way her eyes widen that she’s aware of it too. “Ummm. I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her soft, plush lips drawing my eye.
She’s so close and when I breathe deep, trying to control the urge to tug her even tighter against me, I can smell the soft, floral and spice scent of her. Seems just like what I’ve seen of her so far. A little sugar and a little spice. Very feminine. The soft, chic sweater dress that she’s wearing cradles her curves like a lover’s hand and under my hands, the softness tempts me to explore and claim.
It’s so damn tempting.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, sweetheart.”
“Aspen,” she breathes huskily and my dick jerks roughly. Her dark indigo eyes widen and I can see her pupils taking over the dark blue of her eyes, black washing over the sapphire blue. She clears her throat and pulls back, grasping the leash and quickly snapping it around us like a lasso. It’s obvious she’s done this before.
My whole body protests and a chill washes over me as she moves away, giggling lightly. She picks up the hefty feline and cuddles it. I can hear the rough purr from here. A sharp jab of jealousy slams into me as she stares at me, her chin cradled on the cat’s fluffy white head. I don’t like her attention on anything but me and that irritates the hell out of me.
“Princessa! You bad girl! What did you think you were doing?” The cat’s dark blue eyes are eerily like her owner as she stares haughtily at me.
And the way she says “bad girl” reverberates down my spine and lands right in my dick again. Husky, sweet and sexy. I groan silently. What the hell is wrong with me today? Moon madness? I’d believe that more if it was the middle of the night. Maybe barometric pressure is driving me crazy. All I can think about is exactly how bad she can be.
And that shit needs to stop.
I stiffen my spine again and lean down to swipe some long, white hairs off my dress pants.
Her brow scrunches and her little nose wrinkles. A tiny constellation of freckles dances across her pale skin and a strong urge to kiss each one of them shudders through me. “I’m so sorry. Princessa sheds like crazy. Himalayans always do. I’ve got a roller brush in my handbag for emergencies. I’ll get it.”
“No, that’s alright. It’s no big deal.”
“Obviously it is. Follow me.” She lightly drops the fidgety cat to the floor and it stalks off, fluffy tail in the air, like she’s offended that I dared to swipe at her hair. Like I should be delighted that she deigned to gift me her attention and approval.
I follow her into a large storage closet and she grabs the brush out of her purse and comes towards me like she’s going to take care of it herself.
I don’t want her to touch my body again because I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to control myself. “I’ll take care of that, thank you.” I reach out a hand and she slips me the brush. Her slim hand brushes mine and I groan again. That tingle again. Jeez!
As I bend down to brush the white hairs off my dark slacks, I can hear the wind howling outside. Another slam into the side of the building and then the door slams shut.
“Oh shit!” I jump when Aspen runs at the door and groans, pushing and pulling at it.
Jerking upright, my eyes widen as she huffs and growls like a little kitten, jerking and pulling at the door.
“What’s going on?” I wander over and push at the door. But it doesn’t budge and a chill runs down my spine. “Tell me that this door isn’t stuck.”
She sighs and slides down the wall. “Actually, that’s exactly what this is. The door tends to jam. I should have propped the dang thing open.”
“Hey.” I slide down the wall beside her and hug her shivering body against me. “It’s not your fault.”
She turns her face into my shoulder and I pat her back, feeling that tremor in my gut again. Her breath huffs into my throat and I clench my teeth as my cock jerks again, slamming into my zipper like a wild animal, trying to get to her soft body.
I want her. And this is not good. I’m trapped right now.
“Is there anybody else in this building?” I breathe heavily. Hope dies a sudden death as she shakes her head, burying it further into my chest. Her little hand catches on my shirt and she twists the buttons in her fingers.
“Okay. Well, I guess we might as well get comfortable for right now since I have no idea how long we’re going to be stuck here. So why don’t you tell me about yourself. Are you from here?”
She lifts her head and sighs. “I am. Lived here most of my life.”
“Any family here?” I wish I hadn’t asked the question when pain shimmers in her deep blue eyes.
“No. My mom passed away about a year ago.”
“I’m so sorry.” I pat her hand and fight the urge to pull her tight to me and kiss her cheek, her lips, her eyes. Everywhere.
She lifts her face and her full lower lip quivers and I’m a goner. I lean down and take her mouth softly, gently, wanting to steal the sadness from her pretty eyes.
But it takes only seconds for a fire to burn wildly in my body, unleashing a desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My hand slips up and catches her soft cheek, tilting her head to give me more room to work, to devour her soft moans and run my tongue along her lips, demanding entry.
She reaches up and her arms surround me, her fingers digging into my shoulders and tangling wildly in my hair.
Lust coils in my belly and I groan, tugging her up until she’s on my lap, her hips straddling me so that her soft pink dress rolls up her thick thighs and she growls under her breath.
Her breath huffs out heavily and she rubs her body against me, sighing and moaning.
I pull back and almost grind my teeth together. She looks stunning. Her mousy hair cascades wantonly around her slim shoulders and her pale cheeks are flushed a deep rose. Her eyes open and they’re deep, dark pools of indigo ink, pupils blown. Her mouth.
Oh my god, her mouth! Soft and deep rose, plush and perfect. She licks her lips and I growl, barely leashing the hunger coiling inside me.
“Aspen…tell me to stop. Tell me that we can’t do this.”
Her body melts into mine and she sighs deeply. “I want this. I want you. I don’t want to stop.”
And that’s it for me. I know there are other things I should be asking here. Other things I should be thinking about. But I don’t. I can’t think. My mouth crushes hers and I grasp the bottom of the soft pink dress, pulling it over her head. My hands caress her warm flesh, digging in and roughly kneading all those voluptuous curves that have been tempting me since I first laid eyes on her mere minutes ago.
I lift my head and growl like a madman when I see her in just a deep rose lace bra and panty that bares her lush ass, barely covering any part of it.
“Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous, woman!”
She smiles slightly and that’s all it takes. The next thing I know we’re ripping and pulling at clothes. She jerks at my shirt and buttons fly into the corners, pinging lightly. I cup her ass and then run my fingers up under the edges of her panties, yanking them until the delicate seams shred.
My fingers tug at the back of her bra as she yanks at my zipper, our lips running along bare flesh until my cock is rock-hard and aching to be inside her. She tastes sinfully sweet and I shudder as her fingertips barely graze my dick.
I groan and finally grasp the cups of her bra and yank them down, baring her full, luscious breasts to my hungry eyes. “Fuck,” I groan and then my hands cup one of them, loving the heavy, silky feel of her in my palm. My mouth drags down her throat until I finally grasp a nipple and tug at it gently, running my teeth along the sensitive tip until her full hips undulate under me, her core so wet that I feel her juices wetting my boxers, dripping down my thigh.
“You need a good fucking, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Oh god, yes! It’s been so long.”
I chuckle darkly. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be set for years. You’ll still feel me inside you for so long that I’ll ruin you for other men.”
She shivers and whimpers and her hands run along my body like she’s not sure where to touch first. But I like it all. I like her body, her touch, the way she whimpers deep in her throat, whining for me. Only for me.
I lift her a little with one hand and then grasp my pants and boxers with the other, yanking them down until I’m bare and standing straight and tall for her.
“Oh jeez,” she moans and she scoots back, leaning down until her mouth lightly grazes my stiff rod. I tug at her hair and growl, “Not now, sweet thing. I want that pussy. I can feel how wet you are. It’s dripping onto my skin. I want to sink inside you and fuck you so hard that you can’t stand for a week. It’s been too long for me too, baby. I think you’re just what I need.”
She nods her head and I reach for my wallet, pulling out a condom and slipping it on quickly. I’ve barely got it on and she’s hovering over me, her slick lips glistening with her dew.
“I hope you don’t hate me for this, sweetheart, but this is gonna be fast and hard. I fucking want you so damn bad.”
She just sighs and lowers her hips until I feel her velvety lips opening around my thick head. That’s all it takes. That and her soft moan of ecstasy and I go off like a rocket, reaching for her hips and slamming her down until her body is nestled on mine. Her core brushes my thighs and I groan and then lift her up and slam her down as I drive my hips up into her.
In and out, up and down. Like a wild storm raging we fuck so hard that my head slams into the wall and I see stars. But I don’t care. I wouldn’t stop if someone opened the door and said we were free.
Her pussy is so tight and slick that I hammer her, fast and hard. “I’ve never felt anything as good as you wrapped around me, baby. Slide that wet pussy down my cock and come for me.”
She flushes and whimpers, her thighs tightening round me as I reach one hand up and bring her stiff peak up to my lips, biting down lightly.
“Oh god!” She screams and her silken walls tighten, convulsing as she stiffens in my arms, her head thrown back, her hair wild around us, soft and silky. I grab her mane and tug hard, grinding up into her until I can feel her reaching her peak again.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Take me over the edge with you.”
And both of us fall apart. My cock jerks and spurts so many times I almost black out. My spine tingles and my whole body feels liquified, pleasure sizzling along my nerve endings.
Panting, she falls to me and her heaving breasts rub my chest. Her breath skates along my neck and I swear I’ve never felt so good in my life.
Sex has never been this good. Just when I think I can lift my head and talk, I hear steps rushing to the door and she jerks wildly, her deep blue eyes widening.
“Oh shit!” I mumble under my breath as she grabs her dress and yanks it over her head. I jerk my pants and zipper up, shoving the pieces of her sexy panties in my pocket. The door opens as she stumbles up, her purse and heels in her hand.
“Oh my god, Aspen! Are you alright? I saw Princessa right before I was about to leave and she was yowling outside the door.”
Thank fuck for that! Maybe the other woman didn’t hear us going at it like wild animals.
Before I can say one word, she grabs the cat’s leash and races for the door, her cheeks so flushed she looks like she has a fever. “Thank you so much! I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go.”
I don’t even get the chance to tell her good-bye as she races out the door, away from me.