Heat

by Steele, C. M.

  “Sure.” I carry her to our bed. “Let me get you something to sleep in.” I leave her there and dig out a tee-shirt that will fit her like a dress. She is exhausted, so I assist, doing my best not to pay too much attention to her slipping off her bra. She pushes her shorts down, stumbling over the material. Breaking her fall, I place her on the bed and slide the shirt over her head as she slips her arms through. God, she’s beautiful.

  Still, I’m worried that she’s hurt more than she thinks. I look at my watch and see it’s safe to give her some medicine. I dig in my bag and pull out some Advil. Getting some water, I come back and find her wrapped up under the sheets into an adorable ball.

  “Love, you need to wake up and take some medicine, then you can go back to bed.” She sits up and does what I ask. Damn, she’s worn out. Kicking off my shoes, I head into the bathroom before getting ready to settle in. Before I start working, I need to order some food for us. We never did finish our lunch and I need to make sure my love eats and is taken care of properly after the day she’s had.

  I call down to the restaurant and place the order, apologizing for the abrupt exit. Winston comes into check on me, bringing me a drink. This is a full suite with two bedrooms, so he has the other one.

  “I’m going to go call my daughter and then read.”

  “Okay. I ordered food. Did you want me to add something for you?”

  “No. I ate at a little Cuban restaurant down by the detailers.”

  “Good. We’re going to be staying in for the rest of the night.” He nods with a huge grin and walks away into the other room. He’s just picked up the latest crime novel from Ian Rankin and has been itching to read it.

  My phone rings just as I open my laptop. It’s my mother on the line. “Who is she?”

  “I’m going to fire, Stanton. Damn attorney-client privilege. Has he ever heard of it?”

  “Yes, but he didn’t say anything. I overheard your call.”

  “You’ll meet her soon. She’s perfect for me. She’s just had a rough day.”

  “I’d say. Getting hit by a car has to suck. You’re a good man and a great judge of character, so I can’t wait to meet her.”

  “Soon. I’ll talk to you later, mother.” I log into my emails and pull the ones on Violet.

  “Night.” She hangs up first. I pour myself another glass of brandy before taking a seat on the sofa and open the files. Page after page, I read snapshots of my sleeping beauty. The food comes, and I eat mine while tucking hers away in the kitchenette. After I finish my meal, I go back to reading, having read the same words over and over again, committing every detail of Violet’s sad life to memory. From this day on, she’ll never have to suffer again.

  A whimper from the bedroom sends me into a panic. Setting down the computer, I rush inside to see tears streaming down her face. I walk back over to the living area and close down my laptop and then climb into bed with my woman, gently pulling her into my arms. With another whimper followed by my name off her soft lips, she cuddles into me. Fuck, this is going to be a night of pure torture. My cock comes to life the second she’s in my arms. Hell, every moment I’m around her, I’m rock hard even though I shouldn’t be at the moment.

  Adjusting it against my stomach, I hold my woman and try to remember she needs my help, not my dick—yet.

  Chapter Seven

  Violet

  I wake up with my face hurting, but it’s the fact that strong, powerful, sweet arms are wrapped around me that tell me that it wasn’t a dream. Yesterday’s fiascos were real.

  I slide out of bed, feeling awful but also trying not to wake Micah. After using the bathroom, I stare at myself in his shirt, ignoring the massive bruise on my face. Stepping out, I can’t find my clothes anywhere, but I do see my purse. I dig through it, looking for my new phone. Thankfully the jerk didn’t steal that too. I turn it on, but the battery is dead.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Ryan,” Winston says.

  “I must have missed the wedding.”

  “You must take it up with Mr. Ryan. He informed me of his wishes.” I don’t argue because I love the sound of it even if my supposed husband is insane.

  “As it is, is there an android phone charger?” My phone should have come with one, but I have no idea where that phone box went. My stomach rumbles, and I remember that I refused to eat even a little food last night. I can’t believe I slept so long.

  “Yes, this way.” He points to the table next to the sofa, and I plug it in.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Very.”

  “I’ll have breakfast brought up.” Winston leaves without another word.

  “Good morning, Violet.” I turn around and spot Micah in just a pair of boxers. He’s sexy from his broad chest and ripped abs all the way down his thick, muscular thighs. My tongue slips out of my mouth and swipes over my bottom lip. Shit, I don’t even hide how I’m salivating over him. I swear I’m in heat.

  “Good morning, Micah,” I choke out. He tosses a smirk and then jaunts over to me, sitting on the sofa before leaning in to kiss my uninjured cheek.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Like I’ve been hit by a car.”

  “Limo, to be exact,” he teases, making me laugh. With him, I feel freer and more relaxed.

  “Yes, I can’t forget that. Thank you for taking care of me all day and night.”

  “It’s my pleasure.”

  I can’t stop myself, and I climb onto his lap, straddling and kissing him like I’ve been craving. He doesn’t hesitate and cuffs his hand around the back of my neck, deepening the kiss with his tongue pushing inside. I grind on his cock through his boxers and sensing my needs, he reaches between us and strokes my clit.

  With a gasp, I feel my pussy clench and release, coming hard against him. The knock at the door causes us to freeze. “Winston.”

  “I’ll get it, sir.”

  “You are a bad girl, Violet. You’ve made me come in my boxers when I want all of my cum inside of you.”

  “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

  “Later, I’ll be taking you to bed, making our own family.”

  “Why is that such a turn on?” I reach between us, slide my hand under his boxers and grab his cock, feeling his cum on my fingers before pulling them out and sucking it off.

  “You’re killing me. Let’s eat before I drill you right here. You need food more than you need another orgasm.” I can’t believe how bold I’m feeling, but there’s something sexy knowing that I made him come so quickly. “Once we’re done, you’ll be mine, permanently. I’m going to fill you with my babies.”

  My pussy pulsed from his dirty words. I found men attractive before, but I’ve never been this insane over a guy—ever. Even with my body throbbing from the pain of yesterday, I still ache to feel him between my thighs with either those sexy lips or that massive thick meat that he worked me over with.

  Winston rolls in the breakfast buffet. “Thanks, Winston,” we both say at the same time.

  “You’re welcome.” He scoops a tray off for himself and takes it back to his room.

  “Let’s get you fed.” I’m nervous eating in front of him, but the damn growly monster screaming from my belly is even more embarrassing.

  “So, did you spend your whole night lying down with me?”

  “Most of it. I knocked out some work and ate my food before joining you in bed.”

  “I can’t believe that I slept so long.”

  “You needed it. A physically and emotionally traumatic experience can have a serious toll on your sleep.”

  “So tell me something about you. I don’t know anything other than you’re kindhearted, you love your mother, and you aren’t strapped for cash.”

  “I’m a workaholic, but that ended the second I stepped into Miami. I wanted a break. I needed one. I’ve been working for at least ten years straight. I’ve built my tech company from the ground up. At thirty-five, I’m a lot older than you. That
’s pretty much it.”

  “It’s not everything, but I didn’t think you were thirty-five. Maybe thirty, but you look fantastic either way.”

  “Thank you, Violet. So I’m not too old for you?”

  “I think you’re pretty damn perfect.”

  “Good.” He takes another bite of his food, and I stare at his throat. Who the hell finds the way a man swallows so sexy? Me, I guess. My thighs clench together while I eat my food, attempting to get my mind off his…well…everything.

  Unable to eat another bite, I set down my fork and wipe my mouth. The very mouth that Micah can’t keep his eyes off of. He bends his finger and wags it. I follow his silent yet powerful command, moving my face toward him. I know what he wants…a taste of my lips, but I need him to go further. His hand cups my cheek, bringing his mouth down on mine with the lightest pressure. The tension radiates over me as I feel him deepen it. A moan slips out of me, begging for more.

  “Are you sure, Violet, because I don’t think I can step back?”

  “Yes, Micah.” I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it off of me. “Is this sure enough for you?” He looks around, and then I remember Winston’s here. He shakes his head and then drags me to him, kissing me harder, grabbing my ass and pushing me against his aching length. I reach between us and take firm hold of his cock. It’s so thick and long that I want to see it, but as I go for his boxers, he pulls back. “You’re going to make me come before I’m inside of you.”

  He stands and then picks me up into his strong embrace, carrying me straight into the bedroom, kicking the door closed without stopping until my back hits the mattress.

  “I need you so much, my sweet Violet.” His mouth brushes mine lightly and moves downward, kissing the column of my neck. Tilting my head, I give him more to touch and taste. Even with the air on, beads of sweat begin to coat us both. He licks my pulse one more time, making a path down to my breasts.

  His thick fingers flex over my plump flesh, squeezing softly at first, testing me with each moan. When his mouth wraps around my nipple, a hungry cry rips through me. He moves between the two of them kneading and sucking as my body squirms and shivers, trembling from pure lust.

  “Perfect.” My body hums at the sound of his voice. The flat of his tongue washes down my midsection to the edge of my panties. Growling, he breathes me in, brushing his nose against my pussy through the soaked cotton. “Mine,” he grunts before he nips on my folds. I nearly come right there, but my body lingers on edge, and I know as soon as he licks my cunt I’m done.

  He sits up and yanks my panties off, dropping back between my legs within a second, and his mouth hits my pussy. The first swipe of his tongue against my throbbing clit shoots through me, and I scream out his name, giving no fucks who hears me. He throws my leg over his shoulder, drinking in my first orgasm with no end in sight. One finger pushes its way into me as I ride his face. My fingers grip the sheets, and my back arches off the bed. Micah’s large hand splays over my belly, holding me firmly in place.

  “I’m not done with your pussy. Fuck having my morning coffee anymore, I need your cunt to get my day started,” Micah swears, dipping his tongue back inside my heat. He told me he needs his coffee when he wakes up, but I guess, I’m his new wake-up brew.

  Chapter Eight

  Micah

  I can’t get enough of her sweet, tangy flavor. It’s driving me wild. My hips rock against the mattress to ease some of the ache in my balls. She’s so fucking tight that I’m afraid I’ll break her when I lose control in her cunt. The way she cries out and coats my face with her juices, making a sloppy mess over me, sends me into a frenzy. It’s the first time in forever that I woke up without a headache, and it’s all due to my sexy little flower. I have to pin her down because seeing and feeling her thrash out for another orgasm goes straight to my already painfully heavy balls.

  I stuff two fingers into her, needing to stretch her juicy womb for me. I want her to come on my cock, so I lift and lick my way up her body. The heaviness between my legs nudges at her entrance.

  “Taste yourself. Get used to how delicious you are because I’m going to eat your pussy every morning, and I’ll never get enough of kissing you.” I crush my mouth to hers, and she grips my biceps, taking over the kiss. I push forward, letting the tip sit inside her. She moans and rocks her hips. It’s my breaking point, and I rut all the way into her, tearing through the remnants of her innocence, making her mine forever because there’s no way I’d let her leave me.

  She flinches, but thankfully she’s not crying. That would fucking kill me knowing I’d lost control. “Thank you, wife.”

  “Take me, Micah. Make me come and fill me up with your seed. I want it in me. Possess me, Micah.”

  “Always,” I grunt, driving into her with wild passion. Sweat coats us as I fuck her into the mattress. Her eyes close as she absorbs my domination, but it’s not fair taking those beauties away from me. “Open your eyes, Violet. I want you looking at me as you come. Her pussy clenches as she digs her nails through my hair and then down to my back.

  “Shit, I’m coming again, Micah.”

  “Go ahead and choke my cock and take every drop.” I let go and come deep inside her womb, coating her walls, cervix, and every inch of her heat with my load. Jets and jets that belong solely to her.

  We lay there, breathing heavily and smiling. I look down at my sweet Violet, and questions are going through her mind. I'm not sure I can answer all of them, but I'll do my best. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" I skim my hand along her arm, watching goosebumps appear. She gasps, but then she gets her words together.

  "Do you think we're moving too fast?" I think it’s a little late for that, but I won't be rude.

  I stare into her eyes and speak honestly. "No. Life is short. I'd been dreaming of having a family, feeling empty day in and day out, and then I collide right into you. It's not fast enough as far as I'm concerned."

  She falls back on the pillow with a huff. "I just find you too good to be true. I've been through so much."

  "Well, I'll tell you this. I can't cook to save my life. I've never been possessive or jealous until you, and I'm pretty sure that may get out of hand, but I'd never hurt you. My mother will probably be up your ass, waiting for grandchildren."

  "We might have started that already."

  "That we have." I let out a growl and climb on top of her, rocking my hips so she can see what she's doing to me. "Just the talk of babies and I'm hard-up as hell for you." She gives a moan, and I can feel how much she'd like to go again. Reluctantly, I get up.

  "You tease," she pouts, crossing her arms over her luscious breasts.

  "You're sore as it is. As much as I'd love to drill your pretty slit again until we're both screaming, I have to take care of you. Let's go shower, and I'll eat your delicious pussy, and then I'm going to feed you again. After that, we'll figure the rest out."

  And true to my word, I spend the afternoon eating her out until our food comes and then tuck her in bed for a nap.

  Chapter Nine

  Violet

  After our lunch, my phone rings, reminding me of all my other problems. It's my boss, so I take the call. He's shouting into the phone. "I'm sorry, Charlie."

  "What the hell happened to you?"

  "I was hit by a car yesterday. A limo to be exact."

  "Are you in the hospital?"

  "No, I'm not."

  "Then, your ass can come to work, or you're fired."

  Micah snatches the phone out of my hand. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? I ought to come down there and bust your face. My fiancé has shit to say to you. She doesn't work for you anymore. And if you say anything else, I'll have your bar shut down for good." He ends the call and hands me the phone. "No one will ever treat you like shit again."

  I set it down on the coffee table and throw my arms around him. He's the first man that ever stuck up for me.

  "It's been so long since someone gave a shit
about me that I'm overwhelmed."

  He falls back onto the sofa, and we make out like two teenagers until my jaw is too sore. "Damn, woman, I might be the luckiest man in the world."

  "Only if I'm the luckiest woman."

  "I suppose. I only told you about some of my flaws."

  "None of that matters." We lay there on the sofa when Winston comes out of his bedroom.

  "It got quiet in here, I assumed you went back into the bedroom." He winks at us.

  "How was the book?" I ask. Micah told me that Winston was busy reading a new crime book I’d been dying to read.

  "It's great. I need another one."

  "I haven't read Rankin before. I've cleared all the J.D. Robb books off my list so far, but she comes up with so many more."

  "Most of the stories were written probably before you were born, but he's still releasing new ones. I can lend them to you when we get back to Chicago."

  "Sounds wonderful. Thanks."

  "So, Are you going out?"

  "Yes. I'm starving unless you're going to need me."

  "No, tomorrow, maybe. I need to call Initial and set up another meeting this week before we head back." He turns to me and adds, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to get a little work done."

  "I understand."

  "Good. Is there a place you're looking to eat at?"

  "That Cuban place I found is fantastic. I want to help myself to it again." He leaves us with a grin on his face.

  "Do you think it's just the food he's going for?"

  "I don't know, but good for him. He's been divorced for twenty years. He has a daughter and two grandkids so far. His son-in-law is my VP; that's how they met."

  "Aww, that's so sweet."

  His phone rings, and his shoulders slump as he doesn’t want to answer. "You can take the call. I can keep myself busy."

  "No, it's my mother. She wants to meet you already."

  "You told her about me?"

  "No. My lawyer and I were talking. Well, he's my step-father, and she was being nosy."