Mica (Rebel Wayfarers MC)

by MariaLisa deMora

  Setting the laptop on the bed, he stood and stripped off his sweatpants and boxer briefs, climbing naked between the sheets. Grabbing the laptop again, he looked in the envelope for the next DVD, popping it into the machine so he could continue working on strategies for the team. The game tomorrow was going to be tough, but he felt ready for the challenge. The guys were hyped up and set, and he already knew the ticket sales should be record-breaking, based on the crowds that had been coming to watch them practice the past two days. That would be a good thing; he liked for the team to be able to pay for itself.

  Hearing the doorknob turn, he looked up to see Mica’s silhouette in the doorway. Her nightgown floated around her, the light searing through the edges and seeming to caress the curves and lines of her body, skirting around the outline and drawing his attention like a beacon. He could see her legs slightly parted, with a darker triangle waiting there, and the curve of her breasts half-hidden behind the curls of her hair as she lifted her arm to—snap. Everything went dark as she turned off the bathroom light, and he lost the ability to speak. Just. Like. That.

  He watched her moving through the darkened room, the only light coming from his laptop screen. Pointed towards him, it was literally blinding him, when the only thing he wanted to see was her. He slapped the lid closed, plunging the room into darkness as he felt the mattress move underneath him.

  She was climbing into bed. With him. She was climbing into bed with him, beside him…across that short expanse of open space between them. Putting the laptop on the floor, he reached his hand out tentatively, painfully aware he didn’t know where she was in relation to his position, and he didn’t want to hit or bump her.

  She must have been able to see something in the darkness, because he felt her fingers wrap around his hand firmly. “I’m right here, Daniel,” she said softly, pulling herself across the stretch of bed towards him. He heard the ting of embarrassment in her voice as she confessed, “I…um…I find myself somewhat indisposed for what I had planned tonight. I’m—”

  “Don’t you dare say you are sorry, beautiful,” he interrupted her. “I’ll take anything with you that I can, even if it’s only holding your hand.” He heard her sigh, and shifted towards the noise, wanting to touch her and hold her. “Come here,” he said gently, tugging her towards him. “Lay with me. Fall asleep with me when you can. Rest on me, Mica; you calm me. I need you here beside me tonight.”

  She asked in a puzzled tone, “Why do you need me, Daniel?”

  “Because you make me whole. I told myself not long ago you were like my oxygen, necessary for me to breathe. The more time I spend with you, the more I believe it to be true.”

  She released his hand, and he felt her touch on his arm, moving slowly up to his shoulder and then down across his chest. One elbow was holding her up, resting on the mattress between his arm and ribs. Her other hand continued touching him softly down his chest and across his belly. It continued moving down the dark trail of hair on his lower belly until the edge of her hand brushed against his pubic hair. Exploration done, her hand came back up to quietly rest in the middle of his chest. She edged her body into the space where her elbow was, her hand flexing and retaining its claim on his chest as she nestled her head against his shoulder and snugged her body against his side.

  Once he was certain she was done moving, he lifted his hand from the mattress behind her, trailing his fingers up and down her side. The warmth of his hand traveled over the curve of her hip and down into the dip at her waist, and then back up along her ribs to the side of her breast. Up and down, listening to her breathing, he smiled into her hair as he turned his head to kiss her forehead, thinking to himself that this was exactly where he always wanted her, close beside him.

  Kissing her forehead again, he reached down and tipped her face up to him, softly kissing her lips and whispering, “G’night, beautiful.”

  ***

  Mica woke up in a darkened room, but entirely without fear for a change. She could only remember a couple of times in the past when she awoke and felt this safe. Lying on her stomach with one leg bent, she was surrounded by heat, with heavy bands holding her down on the mattress.

  The warmth moved, murmuring, and she realized it was Daniel. He had rolled onto her in the night, and had his chest and belly lying mostly on top of her back and butt. He had her all wrapped up, positioned tightly against him, using his weight to anchor her there. One of his legs was between hers; it was tipping her hip up, and holding her open wide. A hand had snaked around her waist and hip to tuck itself against her panties, his long fingers resting against her core. His other hand was curled under their heads, his bicep her pillow.

  He had his chin tucked alongside her head, and she heard his steady, shallow breathing in her ear. She moved a little, stretching, and heard a disapproving sound from him as he tightened his arms. He flexed his hips, and she felt his hard erection riding along the crease of her ass. It pushed hard against her as he thrust against her in his sleep again.

  Smiling, she wriggled her ass back towards him, holding her breath when he moaned. He flexed his hips again, harder, his erection stroking up and down her ass, only a thin layer of nylon separating his flesh from hers. His breath was coming a little faster, and his arms tightened again, his hand rubbing against her panties, stroking her slowly, with his fingers circling her clit. She knew the moment he awoke, because he abruptly stopped moving, pulling his hips back to remove the pressure from his cock. She was disappointed; it had all felt so good.

  “Daniel, don’t stop,” was all she said, whispering and pushing her butt backwards against his cock and belly, and then using the friction provided by his fingers to thrust slowly forward against his hand. Keeping up the rhythm, he groaned out her name and kissed the side of her neck hard. He licked down the column of her throat to her collarbone, alternating kisses and nips with his teeth. His mouth teased her as she stroked down his forearm to his fingers, and wrapped her hand around his. His other hand moved further around her and dipped into her panties. He was stroking and concentrating on the nub there with the heel of his hand, pressing hard.

  Her breath was coming faster as she focused on the sensations. There was the feel of his mouth on her skin, and his rough hand against her tender flesh, and the firm pressure against her back and ass. “Oh, Daniel…mmm…” Her soft cries caused him to wrap himself even more tightly around her.

  Moving his mouth by her ear, he whispered, “Oh, beautiful, let go. Just let go. You feel so good, Mica.”

  He slid his hips back, sliding his cock from where it rested on her ass, to ride down between her legs. Shifting, he let the swollen, hard head of his cock rub firmly against her, teasing her clit. He skillfully cupped his hand like a barrier, catching and keeping himself in close contact with her, lifting and pressing the shaft of his erection into her tightly, keeping a steady rhythm of pulling and thrusting. She panted, “Oh…mmm.”

  Licking along her neck again, Daniel took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking and then biting it lightly. Holding her breath, Mica arched back into him and then away, finding her rhythm against his hand and cock. She reached her hand back, stroking his face as she came apart in his arms.

  Opening her eyes as the shudders rippled intensely through her, she moved her hand slowly down to stroke along his forearm leading to her core as her breathing evened back out. Daniel slowed and stopped, kissing along her neck, and up to the side of her face. Bringing his hand up to rest on her waist, he shifted slightly, so his weight wasn’t on her as heavily. Mica twisted in his arms. “Wait, Daniel, you didn’t finish.”

  He smiled and kissed her gently. “Oh, beautiful, I don’t need to; that was wonderful.”

  Thinking quickly, and shifting around again, she said, “Move, you are heavy.” He moved reluctantly away, giving her the room she asked for. Grinning, she turned in his arms to face him, and reached under the covers to grasp his erection firmly with both hands. Sliding one up towards the head, and the other
down and around to cup his balls, she carefully rolled them in her fingers as she stroked him.

  Closing her eyes, she concentrated her fingers and pressure on the sensitive area indented just below and behind the ridged head. Hearing the soft gasp he made in approval of her touch, she slowly, but firmly stroked him over and over, up and down. She shifted and sat up, releasing him to push him flat on the bed. Drawing her hair together over one shoulder, she held it there with one hand while she used the other to support herself as she leaned over him. She kissed her way down his torso, dragging her lips, nibbling and licking, while attentively noting his reactions. She went back over each area that drew a gasp or moan from his mouth.

  Reaching out with her hand, she wrapped her fingers around him firmly again, slowly stroking up and down the length of his cock. Bringing her face close to him, she blew warm air against the head of his erection, and pulled it into her mouth. Sheathing her lips over her teeth, she rolled her tongue over the tip and sucked lightly. Taking more of him into her mouth, she kept one hand firmly on the shaft, continuing the rhythm of strokes and swivels.

  She pushed down onto him with her mouth until her lips met her fingers, leaving a trail of thick moisture behind that made the movement of her hand more erotic and sensual. She loved how he felt in her mouth, and the slippery hardness in her hand was arousing her more than she thought possible.

  He was so quiet she wondered if he wanted this as much as she did. Opening her eyes, she lifted them to look at his face, her breath catching at the expression she found there. Raptured was the word that came to mind as he stared down at her, his mouth opening in a silent gasp, his features both soft and hard at once as he watched her mouth on him.

  His hands were working in the covers beside his hips, gripping and releasing in time with the rhythm she had found with him, stroking and sucking with more intensity. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard. Drawing him deep into her mouth, she enjoyed the feeling of the head of his cock bumping at the back of her throat, and she closed her eyes again. She did that movement over and over, varying the angle of her jaw. She felt his cock swell even more, and tasted the salty and bitter flavor of his excitement.

  Better accustomed to the size and length of him now, she pushed her head down again, shifting her hand towards the root and taking more of him into her mouth. He groaned out loud and reached a hand to her head, sliding his fingers into her hair. He gripped her firmly close to her scalp as he urged her to a more rapid rhythm, a little faster, a little deeper. His other hand came up to wrap around her fingers, showing her what he wanted, tighter and faster there too.

  Trailing his hand from her hair, down to her cheek, he touched her lips as she sucked hard on him. He drew moisture from his cock up onto her lips and groaned roughly. “Beautiful, I’m almost there. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he rasped out, “you should stop now.”

  Smiling around his cock, she shook her head slightly, enhancing her efforts with her mouth and hands, feeling his balls tightening and drawing upward, and his cock beginning to swell and throb. “I’m going to come,” he said breathily. “Now.” His hand tightened in her hair again. “Beautiful, fuck, Mica,” he growled, holding her head still as he thrust into her mouth, and then stilled as he exploded. “Oh, fuck, Mica.” His hips moved involuntarily, muscles in his abdomen clenching as he came hard down the back of her throat. “God, beautiful. So good.”

  His eyes were on her face, and he watched her suck him deeply, her mouth and hands sliding and working up and down the hard shaft of his cock. He saw the column of her throat work as she swallowed, then she was milking him with her hand, swallowing again. Her lids were fluttering as his orgasm slowed, and she looked up at him, pulling her mouth away slowly. She stayed for a moment, licking up and down the length, and circling the still-engorged head of his cock again as he groaned. Finally kissing the tip gently, she smoothed it across his lower belly with a tender pat from her hand, and crawled up the bed to lay her head on his shoulder.

  He reached down to cup her chin, lifting her face and kissing her deeply, enjoying the taste of himself from her mouth. “Oh, beautiful,” he smiled, “that was perfect. Absolutely everything I’ve been dreaming of.” He kissed her again before tucking her tenderly alongside him. “Sleep, Mica, stay with me,” he whispered against the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her tightly. And she did.

  38 -

  Who you know

  “Hey, it’s nearly noon, guys. What the fuck? Steve will be here before the game; he called and said he had news on Ray,” Mason said by way of greeting as Daniel and Mica came out of the bedroom together the next morning. “What time do you have to be at the arena?”

  “We had a restless night,” Daniel explained. “The game’s at five o’clock; I need to be there by three at the latest. I put you guys in an upper box, and if you are there by four-fifteen, you can watch us warm-up.” Daniel tightened his arm around Mica, smiling down at her. “Don’t forget we have a dinner date afterwards, beautiful.”

  Jess and Brandy walked over from the office area, Brandy’s dark attractiveness contrasting with Jess’ gamine face and blond hair. Jess pumped a fist in the air. “Box seats? Awesome! Thanks, Daniel.”

  “Okay, here’s what I think.” Mason scratched at a new tattoo under his shirt. “I have a dozen Rebels on their way up here. I had a sit-down with a local MC this morning while all you fuckers were still sleeping, so my guys have places to crash and hang. I’m not worried about tonight; we have everything covered here, except for where you are eating. You better be able to cover your own ass, man, because I’m not fucking babysitting you.”

  At this, Daniel shook his head, grinning. “Not worried, Mase.”

  “Mason,” corrected both Mica and Mason in unison. They shared a glance, and she laughed and continued, “Not Mase. I learned that long ago.”

  “Yeah, whatever. You had a slip-up in your tequila-induced drunken state yesterday,” Mason said with a grin, and then turned back to Daniel. “Starting tomorrow, I have three guys each watching houses, and then starting Monday, they’ll be with you. That includes you, Danny-boy,” he said the last part with a smirk, getting back at him for the ‘Mase’ comment. “We’ve sorted shifts, and if shit starts to leak, we’ll widen our circle.”

  His voice got hard. “You will respect the job they have to do, or I’ll know about it. Their job is easy. They enter a building before you do. They exit a building before you do. They check packages. They vet drivers and appointments. If I tell them to, they fold your fucking paper and hand it to you so you can wipe your ass. I know what Steve knows, and this is fucking necessary, so don’t give me shit about it.” He scowled a glance around the group, locking and holding eyes with Daniel last. “I know you have your own guys, and that’s great, man. That’s icing on the fucking cupcake.” Cutting his eyes to Brandy and lightening his tone, he added, “Speaking of which, I have had none for two days. I’m just sayin’.”

  That broke the mood as he intended, and he got a smile out of the normally reserved Brandy for his not-so-subtle hint. She tucked her head in embarrassment at the attention, and in her smoky voice, she thanked him, “Aw, Mason, that’s sweet. I’ll make a batch or two if you want. Would you like your normal custard-filled, or you want to try the truffles? I think I have everything I need for either of those.”

  Daniel spoke up eagerly, “How about the chocolate-filled ones?” and everyone laughed.

  Steve arrived a little while later. After introductions, they talked casually until lunch arrived—burgers and fries from room service. Sitting at the table, Steve waited until everyone started eating and cleared his throat. “So…talk now or after we finish lunch?”

  Mason was beyond ready to get this over with; they all needed Mica to understand what was going on, so he growled out, “Now. They need to know.”

  Steve nodded. Taking his phone from his front pocket, he unlocked it and flipped to his notes. “Okay. Some of this you k
now, and some you won’t. Ms. Scott, if anything is too hard to hear, or too upsetting, tell me and I’ll shut right up, okay?”

  She nodded at him, saying, “Call me Mica,” and reached across the table for Daniel’s hand.

  “Okay, Raymond Nelms, thirty-eight years-old, grew up in west Texas, just outside Lamesa. His mother died in childbirth, and he is an only child. The family runs a well-respected stock contracting business called DN Rodeo after Ray’s father, David Nelms. His father died when Ray was twenty-five, and he inherited everything. He has been successful in the stock contracting business, being lucky enough to breed and buy a couple of highly-competitive bucking bulls a few years ago.”

  Steve glanced around the group, and then looked back down at his phone. “Nelms was in and out of trouble as a kid, but more on the in-trouble side from ages eighteen to twenty-four. The top end of that is right about when you met him, Mica.” He cleared his throat. “I found several old battery and assault charges in Kansas, Oklahoma, and Missouri, but I also found about a dozen dropped cases, which had been originally filed as sexual assault before the accusers decided not to testify. There’s a trend here; each of these sexual assault cases was filed a day or two after a rodeo came to town, and each was dropped a day after it was originally filed. If it was one or two, that could be coincidence, but to have thirteen cases that all settled out the same way—that’s no fluke.

  Steve cut his eyes over to Mica. “Not long before you met him, Nelms was charged with manslaughter after beating a man to death in a bar fight, but was found not guilty. He claimed self-defense, and no one said any different. An interesting point is the physical difference between Nelms and the man he killed—”