High-Risk Fever

by Lea Bronsen

  Oh, idiot. How stupid to run away like this! He would look for her everywhere. At some point, she would have no choice but to face him and make up an excuse for being in the attic.

  She turned to the dark emptiness and, reaching out with a trembling hand, found a dusty stair, and sat on the cold wood. The hammering of her heart almost drowned the approaching footsteps.

  Brian stopped outside the door, probably looking inside their bedroom. She bit her lip, straining to listen. He would search the bathroom next, she guessed, then start calling for her.

  Instead of moving away, he stayed in front of the door. The hair on her arms rose as if the attic air dropped a few degrees.

  The handle turned.

  Startled, she moved backward. Her spine hit the next step, sending an electrical jolt through her legs. She put her shaking hands on the dusty wood at her sides as if the hardness of the stairs could provide the strength to face what inevitably awaited her.

  Why was she still sitting? She had to pretend to be climbing down the stairs!

  Like a robot, she stood. At the same time, the door glided open, blinding hall light flowing in to reveal a male silhouette. Long hair shone around his head and shoulders, and though his features were invisible, it could only be Mica.

  She froze.

  After a long, oppressive silence, his whisper came through. “What you doing?”

  Eyes straining to discern him in the dark, she shook her head, unable to find words. “I’m…I’m….”

  He stepped inside and closed the door, plunging them both into blackness as total as the darkest winter night. Much like the first time they were alone in her bedroom, when lightning took out the power.

  She stumbled backward and sat on the step again. “W-what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be off with Todd?”

  “He and Brian took the Highlander to get your car first.” Footfalls on the wooden stairs filled the space between them.

  She didn’t know what to do. Back off to escape him, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist his advances, or stay to face whatever he had to offer?

  Not giving her time to react, he knelt on the stair below her, strong thighs pressing her naked legs open, and put warm hands on her hips. His breath brushed her cheek. “We have a few minutes.”

  At his touch, her whole body tingled with electrifying need. She stifled a gasp. “H-How did you find me?”

  Face inches from hers, he chuckled. “Easy. Not so many places you could spy from.”

  Oh. His cleverness made her head spin.

  A hand moved from her hip and up to her face. She pulled back, but he managed to caress the tear-streaked cheek, gentle fingers leaving a trail of coolness on her skin. “Why you crying?”

  She didn’t know what to reply. Part of her wanted to shout at him, slap him, and blame him for her pain. He’d started it all, and now that he had her on his hook, he was leaving. But no one had forced her to embark on this adventure with him. All this time, she could have pretended nothing had happened between them and stayed away.

  He insisted. “You not want to say good-bye?”

  She sat still, chest aching, unable to move. He was so close, the heat emanating from his body warmed the short space between them. His strong, invasive thighs kept hers apart.

  “Eh, bella.” A couple of fingers landed on her chin and tugged on her face.

  No. She turned away, new tears rushing to her eyes. “No, stop it. You’re leaving, right? So go.” She reached out, found his chest, and pushed. “Just go.”

  Numb, broken, she stared into the blackness at the invisible shape in front of her, willing him to be gone already. It would be for the better. In a while, when he closed the door behind him, she would pretend it wasn’t him, but Brian, the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

  Go. Take your bike and leave with your boyfriend, hit the mountain road again, and get out of my life.

  If no baby grew in her womb to keep his memory alive, she would pretend these stormy days in the dark with the two bicyclists had never happened and he was only a fantasy lover, a product of her imagination.

  His low voice filled the silence. “You think I can leave you like this?”

  She choked and couldn’t reply. She turned away while burning tears continued to fill her eyes. She blinked, forcing them to escape down her face, and sniffed.

  “Eh.” His hand came out of the dark and palmed her wet cheek again. “You believe our story is over? It isn’t. Yes, I’m gonna be with Todd,”—he paused—“but you and me, we have a bond. A blood tie.”

  “What if it didn’t work?” She hated the lamenting sound of her voice.

  “Then I come back, and we try again. Todd gave Brian his business card. Call me.”

  “You’re joking.”

  “No. And you know—” His hand trembled against her cheek. “I wish I could see my child grow up. I wish I could be there every day. But I’ll have to do with photos, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, promise me you’ll send some.”

  “I will.” She would have to talk to Brian about this, but she would make him see reason.

  “Promise!”

  Though he couldn’t see her, she nodded. “I promise, Mica.”

  Before she could move away, he wrapped strong arms around her, pressing their chests together. His musky, masculine scent filled her nostrils, intoxicating, titillating.

  Again, she wanted to stop him, but loved his closeness, needed it to feel safe, would die to stay nose to nose with him. Nothing else existed.

  Quick breaths from his parted lips blew on hers like a warm desert breeze. She inhaled the air he exhaled, wanted to know him, taste him, suck him in.

  He placed a small kiss on the edge of her upper lip, the soft, tentative touch sending tingles through her. Their first kiss, so light, so different from his initial assertiveness, and so natural. It was their kiss and theirs only. She would cherish it forever.

  Before she could dwell on the sweetness of the moment, he moved a hand from her back to her collarbone and trailed down, a teasing thumb grazing a nipple while the palm cupped her breast then continued down her stomach.

  Her reaction was immediate. She arched with a sharp intake of breath, thrusting her chest forward as if posing nude for a photo, nipples hardening beneath the thin cotton. Too bad he couldn’t see them.

  His hot fingers continued to move, sneaking underneath her shirt, touching her exposed stomach while the chilly air brushed her skin and his lips met hers again. He placed the wet tip of his tongue between her lips and teased from side to side until she could do only one thing—open her mouth and allow him in. He dove in, and their tongues met, coiled, and rolled around each other in an erotic dance as old as the beginning of time.

  Moaning, she slid her hands behind his neck. Her pussy opened, wetting her panties.

  He retreated, tugged her shirt over her head and dropped it behind her. More cold air brushed her naked chest. He moved down, his long hair tickling her sensitive skin. His hot tongue licked her stomach, trailed up to her navel, to the breast bone, and stopped at the crater of her throat. “Remember this?”

  Oh, oui. She would never forget their first time, him pushing her nude body against the closet in her bedroom after the power outage and holding her wrists, his hard cock brushing her stomach. She’d forever sealed that episode as one of the most arousing of her life.

  Panting, she offered her breast again. “You never finished what you started.” Goose bumps grew on her skin, and she yearned for him to cover as much of her tit with his wet mouth as possible.

  He chuckled. “I did in the kitchen. You forget already?”

  Non! He’d set her on a counter in the low candlelight, legs spreading hers with a growing erection between them, then bending to feast on her breast before Todd interrupted.

  She entwined her hands in his hair and pushed him down. His lips answered her prayer, closing on one hard nipple, and she marveled at how easily
he found it in the dark.

  As he sucked the bud into his steamy mouth and lightly bit the sensitive flesh, brutal need rushed through her, making her breath hitch. Her hips shot forward, pressing against his hard crotch while her burning pussy leaked desire.

  He dropped the nipple and laughed. “You hot thing. Make me so hard.”

  Oh, if only Brian talked like that. At least now, maybe he would learn.

  With a grunt, Mica rubbed his still-covered erection into the crevice of her inner thighs, back and forth, stroking her fleshy lips and tiny bundle of nerves. Electricity charged to her womb. Gasping, she arched farther in response.

  Two car engines sounded in the distance, one following the other, and reality hit her like a cold shower. They didn’t have time. It could be anyone, but it could just as easily be Brian and Todd. Just minutes away.

  She groaned with frustration. “Mica!”

  “Hmm.” He took her hand and placed it on his cock, thick and hard, eagerly pressing through the molding fabric of his spandex bicycle pants.

  “Mica, they’re coming back!”

  “Shhh. Didn’t you want to know? On the first day.” Breathing heavily, he stroked his length with her hand.

  “What?” She panted, fondling his wonderful erection as a burning need to be filled mixed with the urge to get the hell out of the attic before Brian arrived. “Know what?”

  “This, the spandex. What it would feel like to touch me.”

  Ah. She recalled the picture of him sitting on his bike saddle outside the house with a noticeable bulge in his crotch. It had indeed been very tempting to touch, to feel, to know what it was like. “Oui.”

  “And now?”

  She could only repeat, “Oui. Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Just....”

  “Say it. Tell me.”

  “Just, please, give….” Her focus shifted from the approaching roar of the vehicles to Mica’s words, and scent, and touch. What was it she wanted?

  All of him at once.

  “Give you what, baby?” His voice was constricted.

  Driven by lust, she tugged on his waistband, pushing it down while sneaking the other hand into the heat of his groin. His cock popped up, meeting her halfway, warm and engorged. Her pussy clenched as she took the velvety shaft in her hand and massaged from the base to the hard, mushroom-shaped head.

  He groaned. “Is this what you want?”

  Her thumb touched the slit on the top of his cock and met leaking fluid. “Help me.” Her legs trembled against his thighs.

  “With what?”

  “G-Get these off.” With the other hand, she tugged on her wet panties.

  “Uh-huh.” He moved back, forcing her hand to let go of his stiff shaft. For a second, cold air replaced his pervasive presence.

  He pulled at her panties, grunting, almost tearing them, until they were down at her knees. Then he was back in front of her, putting strong hands beneath her butt and lifting her in the air. His hard cock poked at her entrance before slipping between her open, dripping folds and gliding all the way in.

  Oh mon Dieu. So fast, so good.

  Squealing, she put her elbows on the hard stair behind her for balance and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed into the deepest part of her. Every cell of her cunt welcomed him in, felt the entire expanse of his girth, already beginning to milk him.

  With a loud groan, he slid out and dove back, slowly stroking the inside of her.

  Burning heat filled her womb, had her squealing again. A little more stimulation and she would explode. She leaned against the stair, its hard wood digging into her spine, but the pain only fed her arousal.

  The engines roared closer. Mica had to be faster.

  “Hurry!” She jerked her pelvis to meet his deep thrusts, inner muscles working toward orgasm. “Do me.”

  He leaned forward to bite her ear lobe, sending sharp tingles through her limbs.

  “But I want to remember your smell, bella.” His nose ran through her hair then his tongue up and down her throat, licking her skin. “Your taste. And how good it feels inside you.”

  While his hands held her ass over the stair, his cock glided halfway out of her wet pussy before slamming in again, expertly stroking her G-spot, pressing against her clit and innermost sacred place.

  She trembled, her body sizzling with the need to lose control, and moaned with each of his thrusts. Just a little more. Just….

  “Mica!” She arched, met him, helped him glide in and out.

  Wet, sucking sounds accompanied their heavy breaths. Fucking her faster with quick grunts, building their inevitable climax higher and higher, he kissed her, teeth clashing and tongues entwining a last time before they both exploded, filling the attic with loud groans and incoherent screams. Hot cum spurted inside her.

  In the next moment, the two vehicles slowed and at snail speed crept through the narrow streets before stopping in front of the house.

  Chapter Twenty

  Car doors slammed.

  No time to lose. Though both Brian and Todd had agreed to their ménage yesterday, she doubted they would approve of her and Mica sleeping together behind their backs.

  Panting, Mica slid his cock out of her and backed away. She pictured his thick, purplish length peeking between them in the dark, glistening with a mix of her juices and his semen, and she already missed him. Equally breathless, she searched for her shirt, found the soft fabric on the stairs behind her, and put it on.

  A ring sounded from afar, making her jump.

  She tilted her head to listen. The melody was familiar, yet her mind, dull with the aftermath of sex, couldn’t quite place it.

  Ah, her cell phone. In her bedroom. Her heart raced.

  Mica opened the attic door and snuck out without a word.

  Blinded by light from the hall, she stood on shaking legs, pulled her panties up, and hurried out of the attic. As she closed the door, Mica reached his own bedroom and turned to throw her a wink. They held each other’s eyes for a second, reaffirming their forever bond.

  Smiling, she rushed into her room. Sharp beams of sunshine shone through the curtains, reflecting warm light off the lacquered wood furniture. She snatched the ringing phone on her bed table.

  It was Brian. God.

  But if he’d just arrived home, why the need to call her?

  Her heart hammering, she sat on the bedside and took the call. “Oui?”

  “Anne, sweetie!” His voice held a higher pitch than usual.

  “Yes? Is everything okay?”

  “We just came back. Got your car home and all.”

  She blew out the air she’d held. “That’s great, chéri. What a relief.”

  “Yeah. The rescuers were sawing the log when we arrived, so we had to wait a bit before the road was cleared.”

  “Where are you now?”

  “In the garage with Todd. You know where Micaela is?”

  “No.” Just a small lie. “Probably in his bedroom.” That sounded better. “Why?”

  “He’s gotta come out and see this. When we took my car this morning, we noticed someone had stolen parts on the boys’ bikes.”

  Her heart leapt in her chest. “Quoi?”

  “Yeah. They’d locked ’em to the fence two houses down, you know. But someone’s taken the saddles and the wheels.”

  “Oh, no.” What a hypocrite; she wasn’t feeling sorry for the boys at all. This could only mean one thing—they had to stay a little longer.

  “We shoulda put them in the garage. Didn’t know they’d stay so many days.”

  “No, we couldn’t know. But why didn’t you call me earlier?”

  “We thought we’d find the parts in a store in Montargis, but, of course, it was closed. It’s Sunday, for fuck’s sake.”

  Oooooh….

  Her heart beat so slowly, all of the sudden, as if threatening to shut down. The boys would not only stay a little longer. No, they would actually have to wait ti
ll the next morning. So much time, before then! She couldn’t believe her luck.

  His voice snapped her back. “Are you there?”

  “Y-yes, yes.” She blew out air with each word.

  “We’ll have to try again tomorrow.”

  That, she had already figured out.

  She allowed a large grin as if she had achieved something of great cleverness. But it wasn’t her doing; it was fate or some higher power that had decided to grant her more time. With a whole day ahead came a multitude of opportunities to have more fun with Mica. Right? Her heartbeat got back on track.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Don’t they open at eight?”

  “I think so. Most stores in this region do.” She turned and glanced out the window.

  Sunshine pounded on the glass, heating the bedroom. A sign of good things to come. She filled with long-awaited happiness. Worrying about the future had been so wrong. Mica had promised they would stay in touch, and if she didn’t become pregnant, he would come back and….

  “Okay. Talk to you later, babes. Me and Todd will clean your car now. After a whole day on that roadside, it’s covered with mud and pine needles and whatnot.”

  “Oui.” She lowered the phone, gazed at the luminous screen, and smiled. The two men seemed to be doing a lot of things together, lately. Maybe she shouldn’t feel so bad about sleeping with Mica while they drove away to get her car.

  “Is she coming?” Todd’s voice was muffled, but very close.

  She stared at the phone, still lit, with Brian’s name in black on the fluorescent blue background. He hadn’t ended the call, probably believing she would, and dropped his mobile in his chest pocket.

  “I don’t think so.” Brian sounded close and distant at the same time.

  She neared her finger to the screen, ready to press End Call.

  “Then you and me can have a little time alone, can’t we.” Todd’s voice turned low and flirtatious.

  Oh, shit.

  “What do you mean?”

  Her pulse drummed in her ears and her finger trembled as she pressed Loudspeaker, feeling like a thief.

  Brian, mon chéri.

  She understood what was going on, clear as daylight. It was about him, now, not her anymore. She’d had her new sexual experiences—sleeping with a man other than her husband, then three men at the same time—and now it was his turn to experience something entirely new. She took a deep breath to still her heart, careful not to make a sound.