Heat

by Steele, C. M.

  "Oh. You didn't plan on telling your mother about me?"

  He grabs his phone and swipes it. "Mother, what's going on?"

  "I'm just wondering if you're making me some grandbabies."

  "If I was, you'd definitely be interrupting."

  "Ooh, I'm sorry. When am I going to meet her?"

  "Mother, this beautiful woman at my side is Violet." He turns his phone, and I realize they're on video chat.

  "Oh my god, you are absolutely adorable. What happened to your—? Never mind. I forgot about the accident. Don't mind my big mouth."

  “Wonderful mother. Insulting my wife."

  "I don't mean anything other than she has a bruise."

  "I'm fine. The doctors say I'm good to go."

  "So what's this wife business? You wouldn't deprive your mother of gushing over a wedding."

  "We're not married, no matter what he says."

  "We will be...very soon. You better get your gushing in now because I'm not waiting for long ladies. Babe, do you need something to drink? I'm going to get one while you two talk."

  "Just some water."

  His mother and I talk for two more minutes before someone on the other end says something about eating her pussy. I break out into a fit of laughter. I manage to choke out, “Have fun.”

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. Trust me, you don’t want to know, but your mother had to go.”

  “Oh God, did he say something dirty again?"

  "So, that's a regular thing for him?"

  "I swear the old bastard thinks it's funny. He's lucky she's happy, or I'd break his jaw."

  "Good. Don't, because your stepfather needs it for her."

  He mocks like he's going to vomit. "Brat." I laugh harder, releasing a snort." He attacks me, tickling my sides until I shout for "Mercy."

  "You are going to drive me nuts, aren't you?"

  "Are you taking back the whole marriage thing now?"

  Growling, he flips me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom, swatting my ass on the way there. "Hey."

  "That's just the start. I told you I'd find reasons to redden your ass, but I guess you did that for me." I let out a giggle as he tosses me onto the massive bed. Micah drops his pajama pants, and he's so hard that I can't stop from letting him know how much I appreciate his body. Moving onto my knees, I crawl forward and reach out, stroking his thick length. He groans, throwing his head back. My tongue slides over the bead of cum on the tip. "Do you still want to spank me?" I ask.

  "If you keep teasing me like that," he grunts out. I don't plan to tease my man. Sliding my lips over his cock, I'm amazed how much I enjoy this. My pussy's flooded with desire. Then again, it already was when he threatened to spank me. I reach down and into my panties, strumming my clit because I'm getting so turned on. With his dick deep in my mouth, his hand comes down on my ass. "No playing with your pussy. The sight is going to make me nut in your mouth. Fuck it, go ahead, baby." He rubs my ass, and I wiggle it, asking for another. His hand comes down on the other cheek, and I cry out around his meat.

  "Fuck, I'm going to come."

  I don't stop. I stroke Micah’s cock, bobbing my head until he lets go, spilling straight down my throat. I barely taste his release, so I take my time sucking and licking him clean. I'm still so turned on that I'm working my pussy harder, but I need him. When he finally returns to me, he pulls out of my mouth and picks me up, flipping me onto my back, and his face lands on my heated need. Seconds later, I'm coming on his beard. "Micah," I shout so loudly, I'm glad Winston's not in the suite. He doesn't stop until it's tickling me, and I nudge him away.

  "Damn, I could eat your pussy all day."

  "I think you have."

  We lay on the bed and pass out. It was the wee hours of the morning when my phone goes off. I climb out from under Micah’s grip and reach it before it goes to voicemail. “Hello,” I croak out.

  “Hello. This is Detective Martinez with the Miami-Dade Police Department.”

  “Oh, no. Please tell me my brother’s alive.” I hoped Micah didn’t beat him too badly. I’d hate for Micah to be punished for protecting me.

  “He is, but he’s under arrest for several charges. My main concern was for your safety.”

  “Yes, I’m fine. Why would you be concerned?” Did someone report that Matthew attacked me?

  “He had your wallet and several other women’s wallets when we apprehended him buying drugs.”

  It takes me a minute to process what he said, and then I have to know. “Where are the other women?”

  “Two have been found dead, one tonight in your apartment.”

  “Oh, my God. I can’t.” Micah’s arms slide around me, pulling me back firmly against his chest.

  “Ms. Flowers.”

  “Yes?”

  “When you have time, we’d like you to come down to the station for a formal interview.”

  “Yes,” I choke out through my tears.

  “Sorry.” I end the call and spin around and press my head against my savior’s chest. A thought strikes me, making me ever-more grateful that Micah refused to let me go, especially when he saved me from my brother’s fists. Brother? Is he even my brother? He died a long time ago with my parents.

  “Do you want to talk?” I shake my head, wanting to share these last few hours with Micah before he runs screaming, learning my brother’s a serial killer.

  “Come back to bed.” He scoops me up and carries to bed, cradling and whispering that he’ll make it better. Feeling safe and secure, I fall asleep in his arms, feeling absolutely safe.

  Chapter Ten

  Micah

  “I can’t believe that you still want me. I’ve been nothing but trouble,” Violet cries as we leave the police station. Nosy journalists swarm all around us. “Mr. Ryan, how does it feel having a brother-in-law that’s a serial killer?” I could kill these sons of bitches right here on the spot.

  “Maybe it’ll rub off on me, if you don’t leave us alone,” I bite out. Winston has the rented SUV door open for us. We climb in the back, and I protect my wife from her enemies. They are going to force me to tell her the truth. Shit.

  “When did you two get married?” another reporter shouts.

  “How do you feel about the stocks dropping for your company or the deal with Initial falling through? Fifty million is a lot to lose.” Bastards. No one should know that I dropped the meeting or what it entailed.

  “Drive,” I snarl out at Winston.

  Violet’s beautiful eyes are full of tears that cascade down her face, and I feel like she’s on the verge of ending this between us. I can’t let that happen. “See, they’ve associated my brother’s heinous crimes with you. They think we’re married. You need to drop me off and stay far away before you’re ruined.”

  “Violet, listen to me and listen well. Are you trying to leave me?” my voice cracks with my heart. I won’t let go so easily. I’ll never let her go.

  “No, but.”

  I press my hands to her lips. “Then stop. I’m not going anywhere. I know you feel like people leave and that I’m next, but I’m with you until they bury us.” I crush my mouth to hers, informing her that she’s mine. “You’re mine forever, and you have no idea how serious I am about it.”

  “How serious?”

  “I’m telling you that you don’t want to know.”

  “What? Have you had a tracker implanted on my ass?”

  “That’s an excellent idea. I do have your phone tracking on…and…”

  “And what?”

  “Technically… The reporters weren’t wrong on some of their shouting.” I pause because this can cost me everything. “You’re already my wife.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean. I’m great at technology, and I might have fudged some records, making you legally my wife.”

  “Illegally is more like it.” She glares at me, and then her expression changes to complete befuddlement. Her brows sc
runch, and her mouth gaps open as if she’s working it all out. It feels like forever, and I feel like the vehicle is coming to a stop. I pray Winston has the doors locked from his spot so she can’t make a run for it. Then she takes a long drawn out breath, straightens her shoulders and shakes her head. “But for some reason, I’m not upset. I should be pissed and scared, but I’m not. I’m… It’s fucking nuts, but all that’s running through my head is…How did you manage it?”

  “Well, Mrs. Ryan, I own a security company, and I have the skills to hack into places to see how to protect them. It’s easier than it looks.”

  “Wow. You’re fucking crazy. Another crazy man in my life,” she sighs.

  “Yes, but I’m not murderously crazy. That’s unless someone hurts you, then no one will stop me from doing what I have to do.

  “I can deal with that because I love you, Micah.”

  “Finally. I’m madly in love with you, woman.”

  “Finally? We’ve only known each other for five days.”

  “I’ve been in love, obsessed since I jumped out of the limo.”

  “So how long have we actually been married?”

  “Four days.”

  “Four days? I’m married to a mad man.”

  “Damn right. Now, I’m going to take you to Harry Winston’s, and then we’re going to spend the next two days in bed, enjoying each other, making plans for our honeymoon.”

  “Oh, my goodness. Your mother is going to flip.”

  “Well, hopefully, not for long when you’re pregnant.”

  * * *

  “Explain this,” my mother hisses. She’s holding her tablet up with the headline from TMZ Tech Mogul, Micah Ryan is Married.

  “It’s not wrong.”

  “What do you mean you’re married?” my mother screeches over the video chat.

  “I couldn’t wait. Now can you open the door, so you can meet your daughter-in-law in person?”

  A second later, I hear her feet hitting the floor in a full gallop before stopping, and I’m sure she’s taking a deep breath and straightening her clothes. She opens the door with a wide grin, seeing my lovely Violet shying away.

  “Come here. I have a daughter!” She squeals, dragging my wife into her arms. Violet grunts softly.

  “Mother, she’s been in an accident recently.”

  “Oh my. I forgot.” She pulls away, but holds onto Violet’s hands and admires her beauty. “Micah, you did so well. Violet, you are absolutely radiant.”

  “Are you going to let them come in, woman?” I hear Stanton grumble from the hallway.

  “Oh my. Where are my manners?” She blushes as if she’s completely embarrassed, but I know my mother and don’t believe that for a moment. We go inside, and I close the door, laughing as she drags Violet into the living room.

  “Good job, Micah. Your mother was just about to fly down there. I had to stop her three times today. So how is everything with her brother?”

  “He’s not her brother anymore. He’s going away for murder, confessing to at least six for the past six years.” We go into his study, and he pours me a drink.

  Handing it to me, he nods. “That’s good. He shouldn’t ever see the light of day again.”

  “No, he shouldn’t, but the murders were just the tip of the iceberg.” I toss back the whiskey, letting the burn ease the violent need to end her brother. “Violet was his next target. He’d left the body in her bed, waiting for her to come home. The bastard planned to knock her out, then carry her to her apartment and finish the job. He’d confessed that much. I could have lost her if I hesitated a moment longer.”

  The revelation has been sitting heavy on my chest since this morning. I met privately with the detectives who played the tape for me. We thought it best that she never know that he planned to kill her. I don’t need her living with the fear of what could have happened. It’s going to haunt me for the rest of my days.

  “She’s safe. Her brother can’t touch her ever again. Now, treat Violet like a queen and make some grandbabies before your mother drives us both crazy.”

  “I’m working on it. Trust me, I’m working on it.”

  Epilogue

  Micah

  Almost Nine Months Later

  I end the call, feeling on cloud motherfucking nine. Her brother’s sentencing took place today: Death. I’m sure his lawyers will fight the death penalty, but as long as that fucker never sees the light of day, I’m satisfied.

  “Sir, everything is set up,” Andrew, my personal assistant says, handing me my coat. After firing Jones, my lawyer filed a suit against them and they since dropped all attempts to fuck with me.

  We’re having a baby shower for Violet today. It was supposed to be a secret, but she started crying last week saying she didn’t have friends or family so she’d never have a baby shower like she saw on television. I had to tell my woman the truth because I couldn’t take her tears.

  “Great. I’m on my way now. Is Violet there?”

  “Yes. Your mother and father took her there.”

  “Fantastic.”

  Twenty minutes later I walk inside the gardens to see my wife smiling. “This is beautiful,” Violet says, twirling around in her pale green sundress that lifts, giving me a peek at her round ass. I groan, hating that I have to suffer through a baby shower my mother put together at the botanical gardens where we booked the place for the entire day. She got pregnant from our first night, or so we believe. Many of the flowers are blooming, just like my wife. She looks terrific, and I’m forever grateful that she stepped in front of my limo.

  “What are you groaning on about, boy? You didn’t let me have a wedding.”

  “Mother, it has nothing to do with the baby shower. Besides, you’ve had two of your own, and I want to surprise Violet with a wedding on the day we met, so continue with the plans.”

  “Oh,” she squeals, causing Violet to turn around.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, sugar, but if you’re going to wear that dress, you’re going to need some shorts or some leggings because your ass is showing.”

  “What? Oh no. I didn’t realize it.” She blushes because she’s full of shit. She knew it showed too much because she wants her ass tanned.

  I walk up to her and whisper in her ear, “Little liar. You’re racking up the ass whoopings after the baby is born.”

  “I know. I miss your hand on my ass.” I rub my hand over her ass, cupping it and then giving her the gentlest tap, massaging it.

  “I need you, Micah.” The party starts in ten minutes, but I grab my wife and steal her away into the bathrooms.

  “Let’s check this off our lists.”

  “For sure, my man. I love you. Now fuck me.” I drive into her from behind as she leans on the sink.

  “I love you, too, Mrs. Ryan. Come for me.” I reach around and strum her pussy and feel her come apart in my hand, and on my cock with two more pumps, I come hard.

  “By the way, this isn’t the first time we fucked in a public bathroom. Remember on our honeymoon?”

  “Yes, but this is the first time we did it with guests waiting for us.”

  “Good. We need a bunch more.”

  “All of our firsts,” I growl in her mouth, loving this woman has made me so happy.

  “Okay, I’ll get my spandex shorts out of my purse.”

  “You brought extra clothes.” I swat her ass a little rough.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “Bad girl.”

  “You know you love me.”

  “With everything in me.” We wash up and go greet our guests. The baby shower is filled with a lot of my mother’s friends. A few friends of mine with their wives come as well. All of them with their own babies in their arms. I can’t wait to hold my son. Dropping my head down, I kiss my wife before thanking our guests. “Thank you all for coming. Violet and I look forward to the next week. Please enjoy the food, and let’s celebrate.” We only have one week until our little one come
s out.

  “Hey, Owen. Thanks for coming.”

  “Violet, this is Owen and his wife, Casey.”

  “Hello, it’s so wonderful to finally see Micah bite the dust like the rest of us.”

  “Shut it. You were right. The right woman could make you happy.” It’s not that I didn’t believe that before I met Violet, I just never thought I’d find her.

  “And who is this little one?” Casey holds their tiny little baby.

  “This is Ben.”

  “Hi, handsome,” Violet coos to the baby.

  “Hey, he looks like his daddy,” I growl at her, playfully and not. All my friends are fucking good looking. There has to be a crime against that shit.

  “Stop being silly.” She swats my arm.

  “Kiss me, and I will.” She lifts up on her tippy toes and brushes her lips against mine. Growling, I deepen the kiss when I hear a pop, and I can swear it came from inside Violet.

  “The car seat is in that gift box,” my mother yells as I scoop up Violet and rush her out of the gardens.

  “I’ll get it for you after I drop you off at the hospital.”

  Cheers erupt as they understand what’s happening. We make it to the hospital in record time. Unfortunately, our doctor’s in the middle of an emergency c-section, so they take Violet to the labor and delivery room and prep her. Nurses move with lightning-quick efficiency. I watch while holding onto Violet’s hand. The doctor barely makes it through the door when the nurse at the foot of Violet’s bed says she’s ready to push.

  “You can do this,” I whisper, loving her strength.

  Five more years

  Violet

  I’m exhausted. Throwing a birthday for a five-year-old is a lot of work when he wants to invite all his classmates. My house looks like a warzone with toys, cake, and decorations all over.

  “Come sit down. You’re not supposed to be on your feet like this. We’ve hired a cleanup crew.”

  “Ugh, Micah, what would I do without you taking care of me?”