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Chapter 24

MICAH

F uck me. This woman. This love of my life.

She was always going to keep me on my toes, and I was one hundred percent here for it, even if two months ago, that chaos was the last thing I ever thought I’d want.

Seven weeks .

How had it only been seven weeks since she walked back into my life and barreled her way into becoming my roommate?

And now I had her pressed up against the wall of the elevator and was still coming down from the intense orgasm she’d just wrangled from me with her glorious mouth. We’d been sitting in the garage for the last few minutes of her beautiful mouth torturing me, and she hadn’t even noticed. Hell, it’d been a struggle for me to keep us safe on the road with her luscious mouth on my dick.

Not sure how many other words I could come up with to describe how much I loved her mouth at this point.

“Micah,” she moaned.

I rocked my hardening dick against her ass, bending my knees to get the right angle. I should be spent. Done. But she made me insatiable.

Sweeping her hair to one side over her shoulder, I nipped kisses along her nape. I circled her wrists with one hand and stretched her hands up, plastering them against the wall above her head. Then I snaked my hand down the front of her body and cupped her heat, tilting her hips so she couldn’t escape the feel of my dick against her.

Her head dropped forward, and I took full advantage, kissing along the exposed skin. Teasing her. Tasting her.

I barely heard the ding of the elevator and Tally’s voice muttering something that sounded like, “Hey, that’s my elevator,” before the doors started to shut again. Josie was so lost in her desire that she probably didn’t hear any of it. Hopefully, Tally wouldn’t give me too much shit, and at least all anyone would’ve been able to see was my back and her hands clasped against the wall.

Maybe that was an image she could draw for me.

My cock was bordering on painful right now. We couldn’t get to our floor fast enough.

Finally, the doors opened again on our floor, and I lifted her into my arms, carrying her the short distance to our door.

I had to shift my hold on her when I tried to dig the keys out of my pocket.

Her laugh was breathless. “You can put me down?”

“Never.” I got a hold of my keys while she was still in my arms, and within seconds, the front door had been opened and slammed shut as soon as we were through it. “Table? Couch? Kitchen island? Where shall I have you first?”

Her eyes glittered with need, her purple hair tousled and falling over my arm as I held her, and I ached to devour her.

“Take me to bed.”

I strode down the hall and into our room before she could utter anything else, then tossed her on the mattress and quickly followed her down, my arms bracketing her shoulders so I didn’t give her my full weight.

“I’ve been waiting ages for this.” I leaned down and nuzzled her neck. How did she always smell delicious?

“Ages?” She chuckled. “We were just in bed this morning. Yeah, I know we couldn’t do anything, because of Ray, but we had sex in this bed yesterday, remember?”

I lifted my head. “Oh, I remember. But this is the first time that all our secrets are out, and nothing and no one can hold me back from showing you just how much I love you.”

Her eyes softened, and she lifted her hand, cupping my jaw. “I’m sorry I kept us a secret.”

Turning my face, I nipped at her palm, then kissed that spot. “Stop. We both kept the secret, and I wasn’t going to out us until we were both ready, no matter how much I wanted to scream it from the rooftops. We are a pair, and we make these decisions together. And I got your reservations, I truly did. I’m just beyond fucking happy that we can be open about us. You know that’s all that matters, right? Us. You and me and how perfect we are for each other, even when you tease me relentlessly.”

“Oh, be honest. You love the teasing.”

I dropped my head and gave her a quick kiss. “Maybe.” Then I rolled off her, tucking her into my side, and made sure we were eye-to-eye.

“What are you doing? I thought you couldn’t wait to have me?”

“I can’t. Fuck. I want both of us naked like yesterday, but if we need to talk first, we can do that. Just keep it short. I’m dying to be inside you.”

She giggled and shook her head. “You are seriously better than a book boyfriend.”

“I hope so. I’m one hundred percent real.” I shifted my hips against hers for good measure.

“Your teasing game has greatly improved since I showed up.” Her tone was breathless, her pupils dark, and I hoped we’d get to the naked part soon, but I needed her to know how important her feelings were to me.

“You’ve improved everything about me, my Hurricane.” I ran my finger slowly down her face, dragging my thumb over her lips. “You’ve made me happier than I’d ever imagined possible, and I’m going to spend every day making sure you know just how amazing you are. I love you, Josie.”

“Dammit. Have you been reading my books?”

I tapped her nose. “Nope. That could be fun, though. Get some ideas.”

She took in an audible breath, and I tried not to puff out my chest in pride.

“Just get naked right now,” she huffed.

I chuckled, sat up, tugged my shirt over my head, and tossed it on the floor. “If you insist.”

“And I love you, too. So much that it sometimes scares me. You know I crushed on you hard all those years ago, and yeah, I was annoyed when you rejected me.”

I tugged her hands into mine and pressed them against my bare chest.

“I was an idiot and messed up in the head over Amaya and you being Ray’s little sister. That was solely a reaction based on my own shit and never about you. Please believe that.”

She threaded her fingers in my hair, holding my gaze. “I get it now. And the timing was wrong back then. Now it’s perfect.”

“Damn right, it is. Now, if we’re good, you have too many clothes on.”

She laughed. “We definitely can’t have that.” She moved out of my arms and stripped off all her clothes in record time, while I tried not to swallow my tongue at every gorgeous inch of skin she revealed. The woman was a fucking vision, and she was mine. All fucking mine.

“Uh, what are you waiting for, Micahtron?”

I groaned. “Don’t call me that when I’m about to fuck you, please.”

“Well, then, you better hurry up and get on that. Or get on me, I guess.” That twinkle was back in her eyes, and I was living for every desire-filled gaze she sent my way.

“Yes, ma’am.” I stood up, shucked the rest of my clothes, and then tumbled her back onto the bed.

How the hell had I gotten so lucky to call her mine?

JOSIE

Micah stared down at me, his eyes dark with a need that matched my own. I circled my legs around his hips, holding his body to mine. And then his lips met mine. I poured everything I had—every amount of love in me—into that kiss. It’d been a rough couple of days and part of me had wondered if we’d ever get to this moment. The weight had vanished from my shoulders, though, now that our secrets were gone and my brother had accepted that his best friend had fallen for his little sister and vice versa.

Not that I wanted to think about my brother right now when Micah was grinding his dick against my sensitive clit and teasing my tongue with his.

He pulled back. “Everything okay?”

I linked my arms around his neck, shoved every other thought from my brain that didn’t belong right here at this moment, and tugged his mouth back down to mine.

“Never better.”

His lips brushed against mine, and my tongue tangled against his.

“Fuck. I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my mouth when he finally broke the kiss. He peppered kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. I shifted my legs, chasing the friction I needed.

“The feeling is so mutual.” I ended on a gasp when he nipped at my shoulder before bathing the spot with his tongue.

His hand snaked down between our bodies until his thumb hit my clit, where he pressed tight circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure, and my body ached for him.

My hands sank into his hair as he lavished attention on my breasts, tugging one of my nipples into his mouth. He teased the pebbled tip with his tongue, and I arched my back, trying to get as much of my body to touch his as possible.

He moved to my other breast just as he sank one finger inside of me.

His mouth left my breast. “Ah fuck, Hurricane. I love hearing and feeling how drenched you are for me.”

“Oh, yes. Don’t. Don’t stop.” I gasped.

“Never. But I need to be inside of you, need to feel you clenching around my cock.”

I whimpered when he added a second finger right before he dropped his head back down to my chest and lightly bit my nipple.

Inaudible sounds fell from my lips as he continued to torment me, and right before I was about to explode, his fingers left my body.

“Why did you—” I started as he gripped my hips and shifted us so I was on top. He thrust inside of me before I could say another word, and the sound that came out of me when our pelvises were flush was indiscernible. As was the feeling of his hard cock pulsing inside my body.

Holy freaking hell, this man was wrecking me in the best, most exquisite way.

“Fuck, Hurricane. Squeeze me tight. Take everything from me,” he gritted out, holding my hips and taking control while I was still trying to gather my wits.

My palms hit his chest, and I curled my fingers in, scraping his nipples and rocking my hips with every plunge of his cock.

“Oh yes. That’s. Oh. My. God. Micah.” The words fell from my mouth, and my head dropped back as I took in a shuddering breath.

“Come all over my cock, Hurricane.” His tone made even my toes tingle.

I lifted my head back up and met his gaze, dragged my fingers up and down his delectable abs, and watched his muscles ripple under my touch.

His pupils were fully blown. “I need you to come because I’m so fucking close to exploding.”

“I’m so close, too.” My tongue darted out to lick my parched lips.

I gasped when he rolled his thumb over my clit again, pinching it between his fingers and pressing tight circles around it, driving me insane with need. My spine tingled. My breath was stilted.

“Come for me. Drench my cock and make a mess,” he ordered, and my body gave me no choice but to obey. My orgasm burst inside of me, and I cried out his name in release.

“You’re a fucking vision. So beautiful when you come for me. But we’re not done yet.”

His hands bracketed my hips, holding me still as he thrust up into my body, his rhythm slightly off as he got closer. I was still coming down from my own orgasm when he stilled beneath me, then shouted out my name and came, his hips pumping his release inside of me.

I fell asleep grinning.

***

“I don’t know why I’m cooking when you’re looking like a snack.” I waved my spatula at him.

He’d just taken a sip of water—yes, I’d timed my comment perfectly—and sputtered, making water dribble down his chin and onto his chest.

His bare chest.

After orgasm four for me and three for him, and a quick shower that had resulted in him giving me number five with his mouth, we’d pulled on some clothes, so unfortunately, he wasn’t completely naked right now.

I waved the spatula in front of my face, attempting to cool down the need that was already ramping up in my body. This freaking man. Gah. I loved everything about him.

“You did that on purpose.”

I smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You just look hot with your damp hair and glasses, and those shorts are looking a little snug in a certain area.” I gestured toward his crotch.

“Fucking hell, Hurricane. You trying to get a rise out of me?”

“All day, every day.”

“Something smells like it’s sizzling.” He paused and quirked a brow. “Aside from your panties.”

I burst out laughing. “Okay, that wasn’t bad. And it’s not burning. I just dropped some cheese on the side of the pan because you distracted me when I was prepping our sandwiches.”

Perfectly golden grilled ham and cheese sandwiches were currently in the pan, with spicy tomato soup simmering in a pot on the back burner. We needed to replenish the calories we’d just burned so we could go burn some more. Days off with Micah were definitely my favorite.

“Distracting you is one of my favorite things to do.” He stepped up behind me when I turned to flip our sandwiches. His lips brushed against my shoulder, and I shuddered.

“You’re not just a snack. You’re a whole damn meal, and I can’t wait to eat you up again.”

“Micah,” I moaned, leaning back against his chest.

“Yes, Hurricane?”

“Get some plates. We’re ready to eat,” I said as calmly as possible. My body was an inferno.

“You are a terrible tease, and I’m going to torment you as soon as we get some carbs in us.” He rocked his hard cock against my ass before stepping away.

“Oh, I thought we could work on some puzzles together after this.” Then I shook my ass at him for good measure.

He groaned and gripped my hip, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Fuck, I love you.” He set the plates on the counter next to me.

I smiled and faced him, linking my hands behind his neck—after plating our sandwiches, of course. Couldn’t let our much-needed carbs burn.

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.” He brushed his lips across mine way too briefly. “How the hell did I manage to get so lucky?”

“Because I knew what was best for you all along. Me. A little chaos is good for you.”

“Then I guess you’re perfect for me.”

“Damn right. Now kiss me again, Micahtron.” I grinned, unable to stop myself.

“You’re never going to stop calling me that, are you?”

“Nope. And you know you love it.”

“I love you, and that’s really all that matters.”

“How do you know exactly what to say to me?”

“Because you’re my person, and I’m yours, and I’m going to love you forever.”

“Good. Because that’s how long I plan on loving you, Micahtron.”

“All right, Hurricane, hurry up and eat.”

“Maybe I need a snack first.”

Then my lips were on his. The food could wait.