Chapter 28
Difficult decision.
Micah
I’m standing in the room that I share with Tahlia, unable to move, completely and utterly frozen, as heat starts creeping over the side of my face. The most beautiful creature is standing in front of me completely naked. She is perfect, stunning and I don’t know if this is a delusion or the most amazing dream. My groin starts burning with raw flames; heat spreads down my body like a wildfire. I have been fighting with my overpowering desire to touch her for days, waiting to just feel normal again. Tahlia was always the only one that managed to accomplished that. She turned me into a human being, into a man that could love again.
Last night she kissed me and I didn’t back away like I meant to.
Right now all I can think is how beautiful she is. Her skin shines in the dim light, and her tattoos are all exposed, making me want to drag my fingers over them. The artist that created them must have been incredibly talented.
My heart fucking ceases beating in my chest when she smiles shyly, not even trying to cover herself up. I zoom my eyes over her magnificent breasts, imagining touching her hardened nipples. She is making me lose control again, and that fire in her eyes slowly breaks me, tears me into a direction I shouldn’t be even thinking about.
“Tahlia, what are you doing?” I rasp, swallowing hard. There is only so much self-control inside me, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to lose my mind in a second.
“I just wanted to remind you what we had. I’ve missed you, Micah, and I want you to touch me,” she says and takes a few steps towards me. My muscles are suddenly burning and my skin aches for contact, but I stand in front of her still frozen. The thick longing of desire sparks my soul. I want to make love to her again, but I can’t get distracted. I have never protected her and I don’t want to fail again. The irresistible longing intensifies as she takes my hand and moves it down the slope of her breast down to her nipple. All I can think of now is spreading her on the floor and kissing every inch of that scarred body. Suddenly my forefinger is caressing her stiff nipple.
“You know I can’t. This is a very bad idea. You’re still healing,” I say, but my voice gets lost in that mumbling incoherent sound.
“It’s a very good idea. You said you loved me, so show me that nothing has changed,” she whispers and diverts my hand down towards her stomach, guiding me even further down.
A loud sexy moan escapes her, when my fingers brush that sweet forbidden spot between her legs. The skin-to-skin contact sends a shock wave through my system. My pulse is pounding, and my thoughts are lost in a heady, dizzy swirl.
I use my other hand to bring her body closer to mine. She shuts her eyes and parts her lips when my fingers begin massaging her sex. My clothes are the problem, and I have this sudden urge to tear them apart.
Her scent is intoxicating to me. It captivates me, urging me on. I slam her against me and kiss her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her hands are greedy, touching and caressing my chest. Our mouths explore each other all over again, until we can’t catch our breaths. She grabs my belt and starts fighting with it, but I bring her hands around my waist, then grab her perfect arse cheeks and lift her, so her legs are wrapped around me.
“I can be gentle, please tell me to be gentle,” I say, between our greedy kisses.
“No, I want you, just hurry. I want you to make love to me,” she urges when I put her down on the bed. I get rid of my shirt and trousers with inhuman speed. When I hover over her naked body I’m in fucking heaven. Nothing else matters anymore, people downstairs, Josh or whatever promise I made to myself.
I kiss her lips hard, until they are swollen, then start moving down to her neck. My insides tighten as her fingers slip into my hair, tangling it roughly. My mouth is on her nipples, and my tongue keeps exploring and swirling around it. I’m so hard it’s unbelievable, and I desperately want to be inside her.
She tangles my hair with her fingers when I use my hand to caress her breast, while my lips move further down to her stomach. Her moans are like music to my ears, and I don’t know why I’ve been keeping my distance from her.
My lips find her clit and I suck hard until her whole body shudders painfully, until each slow pass of my tongue has my pulse pounding loudly in my ears. She arches her hips towards me and I lick her until she screams my name and grips the sheets in her tightly clenched hands. I pull away just before she is ready to come undone for me to get rid of my boxers.
“Why are you stopping?” she asks, flustered, lifting herself on her elbows. I give her a cheeky smile and search for the condom in my jeans. My dick is erect and I want to look into her eyes when I’m inside her.
“Shhhh, you can’t come yet. I want you to spread your legs wide and let me make you come like you never have before.” I slip my fingers inside her and a loud groan passes through my lips. “Jesus, you’re so wet and ready.”
She bites her pierced lip as she lets out a breathy moan, so responsive to my touch.
“I love you, but I’m going to kill you if you don’t just get on with it,” she rasps.
“Your wish is my command, pinky head,” I say, and then position myself on top of her and use my hands to guide myself inside her. I make that throaty sound, unable to control my urge to be quick and hard. She wraps her hands around my back, digging her nails into my skin when I finally move. I kiss her until her lips are swollen and she moans underneath me, telling me to go deeper.
Tahlia
Every tiny hair on my body is rising, and his grip on my hips tightens. Micah’s breathy moan shakes my system as he keeps sliding himself in and out, staring down at me with his green eyes.
The pressure deep in my abdomen keeps building up, sending spasms of pleasure down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful, and I’m so sorry for everything, for hurting you,” he tells me, biting my ear and thrusting himself inside me faster.
His lips are everywhere, touching and licking. He groans, pushing his way into me, stretching and filling me until I’m falling apart, until we both lose touch with reality and finally climax simultaneously. I bite the pillow, silencing my screams, coming so hard, at the same time tightening my hips around him. Everything is perfect then, as he continues kissing me gently until our bodies stop shuddering, and he collapses next to me.
“I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for not believing you and I’m sorry that I never noticed you before,” he whispers and brings me closer, wrapping his arms around my sticky skin.
“Its all in the past now, Micah. I don’t want you to bring this up again. We are back together and nothing else matters,” I tell him, caressing his chest.
We stay like that for a while, just lying there and talking. I tell him about the future that I want to have, about our house somewhere in the country. Then he makes love to me again, and again, and eventually I fall asleep in his arms.
When I open my eyes in the morning, I’m instantly afraid that last night was just a one-time deal for Micah, because he isn’t next to me. The bed is empty yet again, and that overwhelming anxiety starts squeezing its hands around my neck. I keep wondering if this was only a dream, his moment of weakness. Tears form in my eyes, my insecurities prompting me to think that all the things that were said last night might not have meant a thing.
A moment later the door to our bedroom opens and Micah walks in, carrying a tray filled with food. He places the tray in front of me and a huge smile breaks across his face.
“What’s this?” I ask, pulling myself into a sitting position, pushing away the tears.
“Breakfast in bed. Tequila ordered me to tell you that you have to clean your whole plate,” he says with a grin. Okay, I need to pull myself together. It was silly thinking that last night didn’t mean a thing. I bring my hands to my mouth, realising that our friends must have heard us last night. We weren’t discreet and today Micah is bringing me breakfast in bed. They probably already figured out that something happened between the two of us.
“OMG, I’m so embarrassed. How am I ever going to show my face downstairs?”
Micah laughs.
“Don’t worry. They are all okay with it. I already had a lecture from Tequila,” he says, popping a toast into his mouth. “It’s natural. They knew we were together before.”
“Yeah, but it’s awkward. They must have heard everything yesterday.”
“Don’t worry about it. Tell me, what’s going on between Tequila and Hunter?”
I drink some coffee, not surprised Micah noticed. I know she likes Hunter, there is no doubt about that, but she will never tell him how she feels. I have no idea what is going on inside her head. There’s something that blocks her from grabbing that opportunity and trusting her gut.
“So you noticed?”
“It’s difficult not to. They keep snapping at each other like they’ve been married for years. I thought our chemistry was awesome, but these two need to get it on fast; otherwise they might start a fire with the electricity that bounces between them.” He laughs and then kisses me long and deep. My head swims with the rush of emotions. There is still so much that needs to be discussed between us, but I don’t want to spoil this morning.
“Well, she is stubborn, and Hunter has a history,” I mutter. “By the way, where were you all day yesterday?”
“I went with Hunter. He needed to pick up some stuff.”
“Okay, but you guys were out most of the day,” I observe, knowing that he doesn’t want to tell me everything.
“We went to couple of places where Josh used to hang years ago, at the time when Hunter worked for him,” he replies, and starts shoving pancakes into my mouth, most probably to shut me up.
Those two are putting themselves in danger and I hate to think about the consequences. We feed each other, clearing everything from the plate in no time. After that I can’t help but ask questions, uncomfortable questions.
“And what if you find him? What if you stand face-to-face with him? What then?” I finally ask. Micah sighs and lifts himself up, brushing my hair away from my face.
“I’m going to look him in the eye and ask him why she needed to die. Then I’ll put a bullet right between his eyes,” he states, sounding perfectly serious. Micah is convinced that he can track him down, but Rat is powerful. He knows how to protect himself.
After that, we stop talking about Josh and our future. We dress and head downstairs, trying to act normal. Micah offers to take me for a ride. He asks me to wear a wig and glasses. Most of the time Micah keeps away from central London, and if we stop it’s only on the outskirts of the city, never in any crowded places. Rat is back, so these precautions are necessary. He seems to be breaking all the rules and I know that he is just trying to make up for lost time. He even agrees to take Kiki along with us, who seems bubbling with excitement. We leave Tequila alone with Hunter. Deep down I know that I need to look out for her. She gave up her home to help me and now has three strangers under her roof. It’s not an ideal situation, but I wish that she could fall in love too. Hunter is a decent man and she could be very happy with him.
Kiki hasn’t left the house for a good few days. As Micah starts the engine I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever have a normal life again. My gut feeling tells me that things are still complicated, and everything takes time.
After that day, things start to fall into place, and everyone in the house embraces a new routine. Micah takes me and Kiki for rides in the afternoons, so we aren’t stuck in the house most days. Tequila and Hunter spend a bit more time together, although the arguments intensify. Kiki keeps teasing them whenever she has a chance and Tequila falls for it every time.
Micah and Hunter disappear during some evenings. I don’t ask questions, because I know deep down that they are trying to track rat. Every night I wait for them anxiously, hoping they both come back safe and sound.
Both boys have savings, but I know for a fact that the money won’t last forever. At some point we all have to start earning. Right now I take every day as it comes, and every day I tell myself that this is the happiest time in my life.
Finally I have a family, a real family, not a crack addicted mother or siblings that have been ripped apart from each other. And I want this to last forever, but I don’t know if this is ever going to be possible.