Micah, The Fierce Takes On Emma, The Brave

by Jessa Eden

  MICAH, THE FIERCE TAKES ON EMMA, THE BRAVE

  By

  Jessa Eden

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  Micah The Fierce Takes On Emma, The Brave

  Copyright 2012 by Jessa Eden

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Adult Reading Material

  Enjoy this fun story told from the perspective of two people, Emma and Micah

  CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  Micah, The Fierce Takes On Emma, The Brave

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  Prologue 2005

  Micah:

  It was done.

  I stood at the grave, trying to keep my emotions in check. Relief and disappointment flooded me as they lowered her into the ground. I was alone, now.....completely and totally. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to being alone, but the last person I shared blood with was now lying in the ground. It’s a funny feeling to realize that you’re the last of your line.

  It hadn’t been a very distinguished line, in fact, good riddance to most of them, but I felt this loss. I don’t think I really even understood what it meant to be a part of a family and now, I never would.

  I left the cemetery and drove aimlessly. I finally ended up at a bar, drinking a scotch and contemplating the day. Eve, my grandmother, had finally passed after a long bout of emphysema. I’d moved her into a nursing home near me, in Texas, and made sure she was provided with the best care.

  I stopped in on Christmas and Easter. I would bring her chocolates and she’d always say in that smoky voice, “Thanks, kid….gotta cigarette?”

  I’d shake my head no and she’d say, “Too bad, I really need one.”

  And that was the extent of our relationship.

  She was as crusty as stale bread and had never shown much maternal instinct, especially to her kid’s mistake. I took another sip of my scotch, feeling its burn run down my throat.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a leggy blonde take a seat close to me at the bar. She ordered a Cosmopolitan and turned her attention my way. I could feel her eyes taking me in, studying how best to approach me.

  I wasn’t even really in the mood after the day I’d had, but I was never one to turn away a willing woman. She must have sensed that a direct approach was best and addressed me.

  “You are Micah Turner, aren’t you...the hockey player?” Her bright smile looked like it belonged on a game show. I studied her carefully, the long legs led up to a decent body. She looked pulled together, polished in that plastic kind of way.

  “Yeah, that’s me.” I said slowly, giving her an appreciative stare. Her eyes glinted in the way a hunter zeros in on her prey. “That was quite a game you had against Minnesota.” She paused, contemplating her next move. “I enjoyed watching you work up a sweat.”

  Her eyes lit with another seductive glint, stalking me. I turned back to my scotch and watched the amber liquid recede below the ice. I turned my attention to the game on the TV, but I saw her lift from her seat and she draped herself into the seat next to me.

  She was wearing one of those cloying perfumes that I detested, but I smiled at her anyway…she was a decent distraction….she would do.

  Her hand found my knee, her long red fingers gripping my thigh.

  “You wanna work my corners, tonight?” her voice oozed with innuendo and I found myself entertaining her offer as her hand rubbed up and down my thigh. I’d had a shitty day and burying myself inside a willing woman might just be the release I needed.

  She came to me as they as always do, seeking something I couldn’t give them. They’re always beautiful and transparent in their desire for my station in life. I smile and buy them a drink. We make the necessary small talk and I suggest we go back to her place.

  I play the gentleman, wooing her with kisses and sweet talk over wine. It’s automatic, the bullshit that flows from my mouth. I find myself surprised sometimes, that they are so willing to believe anything I have to say.

  “You’re beautiful, baby. I bet you have guys falling all over you.” Some of them blush, others shine with confidence. I kiss them like I mean it and they open up, and it’s as simple as that.

  I let my fingers slide up her leg, tell her to lay back and enjoy. I remove her panties and study the most fascinating part of a woman.

  It’s a polished routine, I’m good at it. I go down on her, make her nice and wet as my tongue sinks into her pussy, lapping around the clit, my finger exploring her deepest part, making sure she’s ready to take my dick. I lick and suck until she writhes and moans.

  I slap on a condom and let nature take over, giving into the needs of my body. She eagerly welcomes me in between her legs as my tool finds its way into her.

  I shut everything else out, concentrating on my cock finding its way inside. My hips thrust back and forth as I began to move. I can feel her watching me, wanting to draw me into some type of connection, but I resist. It’s easy to be detached, just performing a biological function...my cock demanding satisfaction. My body moves above hers, sliding deep into her slit, over and over. Her cries spurred me on as I pounded hard, wanting to feel the sweet release of my cock unloading inside her.

  She felt so good with her legs locked around me. I began to ride her hard, letting all of the day’s tension go.

  “Yeah…Yeah...Oh Yeah...” My body convulsed within hers and I collapsed on top of her. I rolled off her quickly, done with whoever this was...Tina or Nina...something like that. She curled up next to me and I tried not to wince. The afterglow part of sex is not my strong suit and I was already plotting my escape. I tore off the condom and tied it up, this little life saver was coming with me. I didn’t need any woman reporting that she was pregnant with my baby. Women tried that all the time with athletes, you always had to watch your back.

  “Thanks, babe...I needed that.” She beamed at my admission and I could see her already trying to pin me down.

  “You’re going to stay the night, right?” she asked with great hope, casting a coquettish smile at me. I was no sucker for seduction, women served one purpose and I had already done that with her...time to get moving.

  “We’ve got an early practice tomorrow...I should get home and get some rest.”

  “Well, you can sleep here just as easily.” she explained with great optimism as she laid herself out hotly on the bed.

  “No thanks babe, I gotta get going.” I placed a kiss on her cheek. I got up from the bed and started collecting my clothes that were tossed about the room. She continued to watch me, her eyes pleading with me to be different than I was.

  Women, who were foolish enough to think that this was more than a simple fuck, always got my speech. What did they expect? We meet. We fuck. That’s it. I did my best to be a gentleman and explain my code.

  “We both had a good time tonight, but that’s as far as it goes.” I looked at her directly. I let her see that I wasn’t playing hard to get, that I meant what I said.

  “I am, under no circumstances, looking for a relationship, commitment of any kind or marriage.” I let that news sink in as I threw on my pants.

  I saw the dr
eam of latching onto my star fade from her eyes and she began to pout. I watched her mind plan as my hands buttoned up my shirt. She changed tactics and walked slowly to me. She was still gorgeous in her naked state and began to run her hands up and down my chest.

  She looked every bit like the sex kitten she was and purred, “Well, you know this isn’t something I do often, I thought this was special.” She licked her lips for extra effect and I shook my head. She was too much. I removed her hands from my shirt and let them drop to her side.

  “Sugar, you and I both know that’s not true. You planned every move back there in the bar. You just didn’t plan on me getting out of here tonight so quickly.”

  Her face fell and I saw her lip jut out in a baby-pout, her eyes puppy dog wide. Ok, time to make my exit before I was sucked into a vortex of hot, vapid sugar.

  “Good luck, honey...that act of yours will convince a man someday.” I placed a kiss on her forehead. “You were great. Thanks.”

  Emma:

  Sanctuary. That’s what I needed.

  It beckoned me at the strangest moments…like when I was teaching the wonders of amphibians. A beautiful vibrant blue butterfly fluttered onto the bush outside my school window.

  I stopped talking as I watched it soar into the sky. I was sure it was destined for some amazing garden, some blooming oasis. I wanted to be that butterfly; I wanted to move on to greener pastures. I sighed as my classroom quickly became a dull roar, reminding me of where my attention should be.

  Once upon a time, I had been a young and idealistic teacher, determined to make a difference. What I found within the school system was a war zone...kids struggling to make it to class, emotional problems, learning difficulties, apathy galore.

  I wondered many days why I was doing this. I was putting so much energy into working with these kids, when the problems were overwhelming....but when I reached a kid or a student rose to a challenge, those highs were irreplaceable…it’s what made me stay.

  It had been enough for me.

  Then I started having these vivid dreams.

  Sometimes I saw my butterfly beckoning me to a beautiful field, where I felt a tremendous sense of peace. Most times I dreamed of my sister. She always had her arms out wide, welcoming me into her embrace. I always ran toward her, eager to feel her arms around me.

  I would wake up from these dreams longing for the sanctuary my sister was offering. As the school year came into spring, I began to wrestle with walking away from my career choice.

  Sitting at the kitchen table one Saturday afternoon, I stared at my contract. I felt like I was going to sign my life away if I sealed my signature upon it. I thought about all of my kids, how far they had come. I weighed the fact that I kind of felt like I knew what I was doing, that for all its drama, I had a stable job. But, that made me feel trapped, like my whole life was going to be exactly as it was now.

  Was this what I wanted?

  Was I completely content to be the old maid school teacher the rest of my life?

  My creative life had been non-existent since I’d started teaching. I just didn’t have the time or the energy to pursue my bohemian urges. I had a plant I managed to keep alive, but that was it. No dreaming, creating, or living, really. I just saw this long road of routine and dullness in front of me. That sounded so bad, I really did love teaching.

  But I couldn’t ignore this overwhelming itch to make some drastic changes. I could feel this crazy stirring to chuck it all to the wind and head to my sister’s, letting the chips fall where they may. I drummed my pencil on the table, feeling all of this intense energy running through me....do it, do it the rapping seemed to whisper over and over.

  Before I could stop myself, I called my sister.

  “Hi, Sis,” I said brightly, trying to contain myself from just blurting out my wild plan...well, at least, it seemed wild at the time.

  “Hey, Hon,” she said cheerfully as she recognized my voice.

  “Do you have a little time to talk?” I asked hesitantly.

  “Always for you....How are you? How are things going?” Marla always made me feel like she had time for me.

  I paused, not sure I was ready to say my plans aloud.

  “What’s up, Honey?” she asked again.

  “Well I’m sitting here looking at my teaching contract and I just can’t bring myself to sign it.” I paused, kind of surprised that I got right to the point. “I’m thinking that I need a change, a big change,” I continued on quickly, before I lost my nerve....“I was thinking I could come spend the summer with you…you know, just relax, figure out what I want to do, and spend time with you.”

  Silence greeted my nervous announcement and my heart sped up, prepared for disappointment.

  “Hmmm.....are you sure about this?” Marla asked cautiously.

  “No, no, I’m not. I can’t even really explain why I’m ready to dump my life...I just need to get out of here for awhile, make some decisions about my life.”

  “Well hon, I’ve always told you to follow your instinct. If this is what your gut is telling you to do, I would love to have you.”

  “Really Sis? You mean it?” My feet were starting to move in celebration.

  “Absolutely, I think this could be a good thing for both of us.”

  I danced around the kitchen a little bit more, excited and relieved that my sister was willing to have me.

  I spent the rest of the weekend contemplating a new life. I wrestled with the idea of leaving everything that I was familiar and comfortable with, not to mention all the hard work I had put into my students. It was a tough choice, but by Sunday evening, I’d made my decision.

  I sat in the parking lot of Ricci’s. I was dreading going in and facing my friends. Some of the teachers had thrown me a little goodbye party at our favorite bar. My heart was heavy and I didn’t want to think about not seeing these people again. I willed myself out of my car and made my way in.

  “Emma…Emma…Emma!” my friend Larissa hollered dramatically at me from across the room. I could see her making her way to me. She launched herself and flew into my arms. I squeezed my eyes shut as they grew moist with tears. I reminded myself for the zillionth time that I was making the right decision.

  “Oh, honey…I’m gonna miss you!” Larissa’s eyes filled with tears and tugged at my heart.”

  “I know…but I gotta do this.” I said solemnly.

  We hugged again and I told myself that this pain would be worth it.

  I didn’t know where I would end up or how I would make do, but I finished the school year. I turned in my resignation, and packed up my belongings. I hopped into my little sedan and started out on my great adventure.

  It was good to breathe again, to not have to be in crisis mode or bear great responsibility. I did feel the loss of making a difference and not knowing my purpose anymore, but for the time being, it didn‘t matter.

  I got to Marla’s on a rainy Saturday. It hit me as I pulled up. I was really here. I’d just chucked years of work out the window and was now homeless and jobless....god, I hope I’m right about this. My sinking heart lifted at the sight of Marla’s face beaming at me through the car window.

  She quickly pulled me into a hug; Marla was always a fantastic hugger. She made you feel welcomed, safe and warm within her embrace.

  “Hi Honey! I’m so glad you’re here.” Her love slid over me and I breathed deep, knowing that I could finally relax. We gave each other another big hug and dashed into the house.

  I will always remember that summer Marla and I had together. It was magical and a total blast. We dressed in hats and went to tea, reminisced about old times, good times and our mom. We tended Marla’s garden and made all kinds of herbal remedies. We watched old 80’s movies and acted out our favorite scenes. I could feel new life taking hold of me, like I was rediscovering who I was. The end of summer came all too soon and I realized I had no desire to return to my old life.

  We sat on the couch one evening, our faces
covered in a mixture of banana, apple and egg. Marla is an esthetician and massage therapist by trade. She is a master herbalist, but I had my doubts about this particular concoction.

  According to Marla, this blend would fortify my skin with nutrition, tighten my pores, moisturize my face and leave me a glowing woman.

  Sitting there in the muck, I didn’t feel so glowing. But, Marla insisted that this gunk was the way to a radiant face.

  “Are you sure about this Marla?” I asked suspiciously as I felt the muck on my skin slide down my face.

  “Absolutely,” she replied confidently.

  “See? Look,” She held a mirror up to my face. I studied the strange texture on my face

  “Don’t you feel sexy and radiant?” She added with a smile.

  We both laughed at that and then banana fell from my face, making us laugh harder.

  “Oh Marla, life with you is never boring.”

  “Just think if you leave, you won’t have to deal with any of my experiments”

  “About that..”

  “About what?”

  “About leaving, I was thinking...” I trailed off, trying to decide if I was ready to talk about this.

  “You gotta tell me now, don’t be a tease...what are you thinking?”

  “I am thinking that I want to stay here and maybe go back to school.”

  “School? What type of school?”

  “Remember when we stayed up late and did each other’s hair?”

  “Yeah, you did a great job.”

  “I really enjoyed it…so I’m thinking about attending cosmetology school.” I said tentatively.

  “Really?!” Her eyes lit with excitement.

  “Yeah, I think that’s what I want to do.” I said slowly. Relief flooded me as I announced my new plan.