by Sable Hunter
Madison inhaled and gasped as his fingers found her pussy. She wrapped a hand around his upper arm and clung, closing her eyes and letting herself sink into the miracle of being here with Micah like this. He rubbed up and down her slit, teasing her clit, then pushed a long, thick finger deep inside of her.
“Oh God, Micah!” she groaned as he massaged her, making her feel dizzy. All she could do was press against him, riding his hand, wanting more…more.
Micah kissed her mouth hungrily, glorying in her response to him. But the sweetest reaction came when she seemed to surrender to her passion, moving her hand to his lap–touching him–cupping him–molding his cock and rubbing him through his pants.
“Damn,” Micah growled as he found her clit and rubbed the sweet spot over and over. The giving and taking of mutual pleasure was punctuated by deep heated kisses until she stiffened and shook in his arms.
“Micah!” she cried–and as she came, so did he. God help him, Micah Albert Wolfe hid a grin. He’d not only lost control–he’d cum in his pants like a green boy. What was this woman doing to him?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Down in Juarez…
“This is the single craziest thing you’ve ever done and you’ve done too many in the short time I’ve known you.” Mateo stood with his arms folded, trying to stare down the small blonde woman who was dressed and ready to beard the lion in his den. “Why don’t you do as your son asked? Wait here for Noah and he’ll come after you. Let them handle everything.”
“My son will keep his word. I have no doubt. I’m sure he inherited his father’s heart.” She picked up her red mantilla and placed it over her head, hiding her hair. “But I have to do my part. Like I told him, I can get a job and I’ll learn more. What I find out will make their job destroying these vermin that much easier!”
“I’m going with you.” Mateo turned, searching for his wallet.
“No!” Sofia shouted. “You will stay here. I will not let you place yourself in danger.” She patted his cheek. “I don’t have one son. I have two.”
Mateo watched helplessly as Angel Rubio left on her mission of mercy.
Governor’s Mansion – Austin
Micah leaned on the wall in one of the doorways to the conservatory in the Governor’s mansion. “Well, Thunderbird, this sure is a mighty swell shindig.” He was dressed in a light gray suit with white shoes on his feet. Purple and orange striped socks peaked out from under the cuff of his pants and a tie sat loose around his neck. A gray fedora with a yellow feather tucked under the brim had replaced his usual Stetson or ball cap.
Kyle watched with pride from beside his dapper friend. “Better get used to it, buddy.” A cheer went up from the crowd as Paulo blew out the candles on his three-layer chocolate cake shaped like the bat cave. “One day this’ll be you.”
Micah scoffed openly. “Uh-huh.”
Kyle snapped a picture on his phone, a massive smile on his face. “You’ll see.”
This was baby Paulo’s second birthday party. Hannah had cleared all the furniture out of the state dining room at the governor’s mansion, even the mansion’s oldest piece of furniture, a stunning American Sheraton sideboard from seventeen-ninety. She’d decorated the mansion with pot after pot of pure white and lavender gloxinias for Paulo’s special day, using the language of flowers to tell her son and their guests how it had been love at first sight the moment she’d laid eyes on him.
The blue room was jam-packed with well-wishers, staff and the usual political leeches, who made it a point to attend anything that might further their political ambitions.
“I bet it was no small feat gettin’ the Hogg’s table out of here.”
“Her name was ‘Ima’,” Kyle responded.
“‘Ima Hogg’.” Micah broke out in laughter. “Oh my God. That name will never stop making me laugh.”
Kyle joined in with a little chuckle, but put his governor’s face back on quickly. “Governor Hogg’s daughter was actually a very fine looking woman with a pretty face and an hour-glass figure, Wolfe. She was named after a character from a book her uncle wrote. It’s debated whether Governor Jim named her that to draw attention to himself when running for election or whether he honestly didn’t put two and two together. Her grandfather raced to the christening to stop the naming, but he didn’t make it. Her brothers suffered many bloody noses defending her and she never married. Whether it was because no man could get past the name, no one knows. She did go on to be one of the greatest and most admired philanthropists of the twentieth century in Texas.”
Micah yawned. “You know when you retire from public office, you probably could get a job as a tour guide. But…two things. One, I’ve seen her picture in the gallery downstairs. She reminds me of a sexy, soft Sara Gilbert–I’d do her. And two, I understand being saddled with a name you don’t want. I hate my middle name…Albert.” Every time he had to write his initials, he was reminded of his father and their failed relationship.
“Could be worse,” Kyle mused. “Destry’s middle name is Ivan which makes his initials DIC.”
Chuckling, Micah nodded. “True and he can be. Have you heard from Noah?”
“No, he should be in Juarez by now. Aron and Bowie Travis went with him. We should be hearing something soon. Hopefully, Angel Rubio will be safely at Tebow Ranch by tomorrow.”
“What about this ring of creeps that’s killing those girls. Do we have a plan?”
“I’m working on something with Santiago and Lucia. They know the area better than I do. As soon as we have our exit strategy worked out, we’ll get ready.”
Micah sighed. “Waiting is not my strong suit.” He was reminded of that lesson when he’d taken Madison home and left her at the door with a sweet kiss. Everything within him had wanted to carry her to a bed and ravish her until she screamed–but that would come. Anything worth having was worth waiting for. Feeling his cock stir at the thought, he pulled his phone out of his suit pocket and tried to think of something else. “You know, I’d be glad to snap some pics for you so you can go schmooze, Governor.”
Kyle waved him off. “No way. This is one of the only chances I get to just be a husband and a father for a few hours.”
Micah followed his gaze and saw the reason for his big smile. Kyle loved his family. Hannah, looking beautiful in a frilly baby blue dress, was seated beside Paulo on the floor. They were the center of attention as Paulo opened gifts and drank in the applause. “How could anyone possibly come bother me about a permit or a request for state money while my son is opening his presents?”
Micah gazed around the room in understanding. He didn’t have the power or political juice Kyle Chancellor possessed, but he occasionally had to mix and mingle with the city elite. “I get it. Business can be a drag.” He motioned down his body. “I’m attired thusly because I just got out of a meeting with a bunch of bankers about some of my father’s holdings.”
“And you chose orange and purple socks, not to mention that yellow feather?” Kyle drawled with amusement.
“Hey, I know what I’m doing. They were so busy being envious of my fashion sense they didn’t even realize I tricked them into giving me a higher interest rate.” As he scanned the room, Micah saw many eyes looking their way. “I can see a few people who would like to do nothing more than bother you while the little fella opens his gifts.”
Kyle never broke his smile. “I know they’re watching me,” he said out of the corner of his mouth, snapping another picture of his two favorite people. “Just ignore them.”
The occasion was festive indeed, but Paulo had already opened his gift from Micah–a pair of bongo drums which Paulo had immediately attacked and Kyle had removed from the room with a promise of revenge on Micah. Now, he was bored. Fishing back into his pocket, Micah found his phone again. His thumbs moved across the screen expertly.
Whatcha up to, Fellows?
Across town, the phone on the desk beside Madison vibrated. Every feminine part of her perked up and to
ok notice. The only person who ever texted her was Micah.
About to get off work and head to the nursing home. I might flirt with a few octogenarians. You?
Micah clapped along with the crowd while he waited. When he read her response, he grinned. I’m at the most happenin’ club in town, attending a celebrity birthday party. And you tell those ole farts if they get handsy with my girl, I’ll have to invite them to step outside to the shuffleboard court. He snapped a picture of Paulo and sent it to her.
Madison’s heart melted at the sight of Paulo’s wide grin. He’d called her ‘my girl!’ She almost swooned but managed to type, Awwwwwww. So cute.
Micah snapped a quick selfie and sent it off. Not as cute as me, I bet.
Madison viewed the picture he sent. Micah’s bottom lip was turned down and his hat sat crooked on his head. Good Lord the man was gorgeous. She vibrated with excitement.
Your turn, Fellows. Micah texted back when she didn’t respond.
Madison delayed, trying to think what to do next. Their exchanges via text had been growing more and more adult since the time they’d spent at Micah’s house. Like he’d promised her, he’d been very bold with his words and even snapped a few shots of himself for her–a towel slung low on his hips, barely covering up the spot she’d so lusciously enjoyed rubbing while he’d made her cum on his couch. Micah was far better with his words than she was and Madison found herself reading his sexier texts over and over and over again, enjoying the way it made her feel.
She plumped her hair and clicked a selfie to send back, but she wasn’t happy with it and snapped another. “Shoot!” Madison fussed from her desk. She took five more pictures, but none she was willing to send him. Her phone vibrated.
Stop editing your pics, Fellows. I know what you look like and you’re gorgeous. Another picture had arrived with the message, this time of Micah with a stern look on his face, admonishing Madison with a pointed finger.
Madison took five more pictures in rapid succession, she’d become quite proficient using her phone, despite her previous worries. She hadn’t learned all the tricks yet; tricks she’d heard the girls in the office talking about. Tricks like shooting herself from higher up or from an angle. She’d even heard there were filters you could get on your phone that would make you look prettier in your pictures. But it was all foreign to her, so Madison raised the phone out and above her and prayed what she’d heard was true.
She didn’t like the picture. Sure her hair looked good, but she looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh heck,” she said finally and hit send.
Micah drew in a deep breath. “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn,” he said aloud.
Kyle looked away to see what had his friend so intrigued. “What is it? Let me see.”
Micah pulled his phone close to his chest. “Hey, perv. Back off.”
Kyle’s smile dropped. “Perv? Boy, you best not be looking at porn on your phone at my son’s birthday party. I will toss you out on your ass.”
“Oh, we both know you’d have your secret service goons do it for you.” He threw a jab at Kyle’s stomach, causing the governor to recoil in defense. “Living here at the governor’s mansion has made you soft.”
Hannah looked up from her spot on the floor with her son. She enjoyed seeing Kyle horsing around with his friends, she loved the closeness he shared with them and prayed that Paulo would find a group just like them one day.
“Damn, indeed,” Kyle commented when Micah showed him the picture Madison had sent.
“Easy there, Poncho. Don’t be eye-ballin’ my girl like that. I’d hate to have to challenge you to a duel.”
“Don’t worry, Wolfe,” Kyle turned to smile at his family. “I only have eyes for one girl. And she’s all mine.”
Micah was already ignoring him. I don’t want to embarrass you or anything, Fellows. But it appears your top button has come undone. What kinda work do they have you doing over there anyway?
Is it? I didn’t even notice.
A bald-faced lie if ever there’d been one. Madison had known very well that the button was undone. It’d been buttoned all day; she’d just opened it for the picture. Micah had sent her some risqué pics, but she hadn’t been so bold as of yet. Sending him a mirror shot in her towel had been the naughtiest she’d sent so far, but even that picture had been taken with an intentionally foggy mirror. She didn’t know why she was being so skittish. He’d had his hands all over her the other day at his ranch. A shiver of excitement washed over her as she remembered how his mouth felt on her breasts and how hard she’d cum when he’d played with her pussy.
Nice try, Fellows. But I’m on to you. Why don’t you sneak off to the washroom and lift your shirt up so I can see the rest? I didn’t get to look my fill the other day.
Madison’s entire body shuddered and for a moment she considered it. Play your cards right and you might see them again soon, Wolfe.
Her words brought Micah to a stop. ‘Wolfe’? Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. He groaned inside. Something about being called by his last name by a girl turned Micah inside out and he just stood there enjoying it for a moment.
Yea, you call me Fellows all the time. Turnabout is fair play. Did I offend you? Are you mad? She’d made the mistake of calling one guy she dated by his last name and he’d asked her not to, said he only allowed girls to call him that in bed–but then, looking back, he’d sort of been an ass.
Oh, I’m something right now, but it ain’t mad. Micah thought Madison was turning out to be more and more perfect every day. She was sweet and innocent, but she had a sexy streak that would appear every so often and the best part was that she didn’t usually realize when it happened.
Okay. Good. Madison’s boss came by and shot her a stern look. She hid her phone for a moment. I have to get back to work. I’ll be done in a few minutes and heading out.
Talk to you later, Fellows. Be safe.
Dang, that was an abrupt end to their conversation and right when it had been getting good. But Micah understood Madison had work to do and she needed the money. He put his phone away and watched baby Paulo open the rest of his presents. He was such a cute kid. Paulo always seemed to be smiling. If Kyle wasn’t such a good friend, the perfectness of his family might have given Micah a cavity, but he was happy for his buddy. Kyle had found his soulmate in Hannah, no one could deny the fact. Even that rusty old barnacle Jet Foster had found a woman of his own. Micah had been ‘professionally playing the field’ his entire life. He never found himself lacking in female attention, but looking at the Chancellors now, he could see himself wanting what Kyle had more and more.
At the Hidalgo Club – Juarez. Mexico
“May I speak to the manager, please?” Sofia’s voice shook with nerves. Hopefully all they’d see was an old peasant woman and not a Mata Hari bent on taking down her enemy.
“Sit over there, he’s busy.” The overly made-up hostess eyed her with suspicious scrutiny before she left the room through a curtain of beads.
Almost–Sofia got up and left. Maybe Noah was right. This might be the height of foolishness, but she had to try. Just the thought of all the innocent girls who’d lost their lives to these jackals gave her courage to keep her seat. Her eyes roved around the room. Two of the walls were stucco and two were covered with garish wallpaper, dark red with gold fleur de lis imprinted in a dizzying pattern.
“Stop her!” The sound of running feet and a scuffling noise rang out just before she heard a gunshot. Sofia jumped up, adrenaline coursing through her body. She started for the door, realizing Mateo was right, she wasn’t prepared for this. These men were ruthless.
But before she could run, a young woman came crashing through the beads, tears streaming down her cheeks. She spied Sofia and instead of trying to escape, she came and threw herself at Sofia’s feet. “Angel Rubio, Angel Rubio, save me.”
“Lupe?” Sofia grasped her head, recognizing the young woman from the photograph her grandmother, Senora Estevez, had given her.
; “It is you, I have heard you described many times, the blonde angel in red. You possess God’s power, he protects you and all you touch. Please save me, these men will kill me.”
Sofia’s heart sank. She wished she did have power. If she did, she’d snatch Lupe up and escape this hellhole. But–that would not be. The two men standing in the doorway, armed to the teeth would prevent that from happening. Placing a protective arm around the young woman, Sofia helped Lupe up to sit beside her. She tried not to shake, showing fear was not her way. But when the goons with the big guns took a step each away from the door, the sight behind it caused her teeth to chatter and her own reaction was a puzzle to Sofia.
A trio of men in suits walked into the room. They were well-dressed, a little on the short side and two of them had a visible paunch, the other was a little too thin. Both Mateo and her son, not to mention the guards, all towered over this trio. Neither collectively nor individually did they appear intimidating, but it wasn’t their appearance that caused her to quake, it was the thick cloud of evil that emanated from them. They had blood on their hands, she would bet her life on it.
As soon as the thought came to her mind, she knew it was truth. Sofia hadn’t realized she possessed the gift of prophecy until this moment. She had bet her life and she might lose. What had made her think she could waltz into this place and find evidence of their wrongdoing without getting caught in their snare? Foolhardy, she was foolhardy. Still–she would be audacious, Angel Rubio would not go down without a fight. Rising, she pulled Lupe up with her. “Gentleman, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll see ourselves out. So sorry to disturb you.”
The shorter man in the middle threw back his head and laughed. “Ah, Senora, you are so amusing.” He made a broad all-encompassing gesture with his arms. “You come into our place of business with an ulterior motive and you think to leave with our property?”