“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Trust me, you don’t want to know, but your mother had to go.”
“Oh God, did he say something dirty again?"
"So, that's a regular thing for him?"
"I swear the old bastard thinks it's funny. He's lucky she's happy, or I'd break his jaw."
"Good. Don't, because your stepfather needs it for her."
He mocks like he's going to vomit. "Brat." I laugh harder, releasing a snort." He attacks me, tickling my sides until I shout for "Mercy."
"You are going to drive me nuts, aren't you?"
"Are you taking back the whole marriage thing now?"
Growling, he flips me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom, swatting my ass on the way there. "Hey."
"That's just the start. I told you I'd find reasons to redden your ass, but I guess you did that for me." I let out a giggle as he tosses me onto the massive bed. Micah drops his pajama pants, and he's so hard that I can't stop from letting him know how much I appreciate his body. Moving onto my knees, I crawl forward and reach out, stroking his thick length. He groans, throwing his head back. My tongue slides over the bead of cum on the tip. "Do you still want to spank me?" I ask.
"If you keep teasing me like that," he grunts out. I don't plan to tease my man. Sliding my lips over his cock, I'm amazed how much I enjoy this. My pussy's flooded with desire. Then again, it already was when he threatened to spank me. I reach down and into my panties, strumming my clit because I'm getting so turned on. With his dick deep in my mouth, his hand comes down on my ass. "No playing with your pussy. The sight is going to make me nut in your mouth. Fuck it, go ahead, baby." He rubs my ass, and I wiggle it, asking for another. His hand comes down on the other cheek, and I cry out around his meat.
"Fuck, I'm going to come."
I don't stop. I stroke Micah’s cock, bobbing my head until he lets go, spilling straight down my throat. I barely taste his release, so I take my time sucking and licking him clean. I'm still so turned on that I'm working my pussy harder, but I need him. When he finally returns to me, he pulls out of my mouth and picks me up, flipping me onto my back, and his face lands on my heated need. Seconds later, I'm coming on his beard. "Micah," I shout so loudly, I'm glad Winston's not in the suite. He doesn't stop until it's tickling me, and I nudge him away.
"Damn, I could eat your pussy all day."
"I think you have."
We lay on the bed and pass out. It was the wee hours of the morning when my phone goes off. I climb out from under Micah’s grip and reach it before it goes to voicemail. “Hello,” I croak out.
“Hello. This is Detective Martinez with the Miami-Dade Police Department.”
“Oh, no. Please tell me my brother’s alive.” I hoped Micah didn’t beat him too badly. I’d hate for Micah to be punished for protecting me.
“He is, but he’s under arrest for several charges. My main concern was for your safety.”
“Yes, I’m fine. Why would you be concerned?” Did someone report that Matthew attacked me?
“He had your wallet and several other women’s wallets when we apprehended him buying drugs.”
It takes me a minute to process what he said, and then I have to know. “Where are the other women?”
“Two have been found dead, one tonight in your apartment.”
“Oh, my God. I can’t.” Micah’s arms slide around me, pulling me back firmly against his chest.
“Ms. Flowers.”
“Yes?”
“When you have time, we’d like you to come down to the station for a formal interview.”
“Yes,” I choke out through my tears.
“Sorry.” I end the call and spin around and press my head against my savior’s chest. A thought strikes me, making me ever-more grateful that Micah refused to let me go, especially when he saved me from my brother’s fists. Brother? Is he even my brother? He died a long time ago with my parents.
“Do you want to talk?” I shake my head, wanting to share these last few hours with Micah before he runs screaming, learning my brother’s a serial killer.
“Come back to bed.” He scoops me up and carries to bed, cradling and whispering that he’ll make it better. Feeling safe and secure, I fall asleep in his arms, feeling absolutely safe.
Chapter Ten
Micah
“I can’t believe that you still want me. I’ve been nothing but trouble,” Violet cries as we leave the police station. Nosy journalists swarm all around us. “Mr. Ryan, how does it feel having a brother-in-law that’s a serial killer?” I could kill these sons of bitches right here on the spot.
“Maybe it’ll rub off on me, if you don’t leave us alone,” I bite out. Winston has the rented SUV door open for us. We climb in the back, and I protect my wife from her enemies. They are going to force me to tell her the truth. Shit.
“When did you two get married?” another reporter shouts.
“How do you feel about the stocks dropping for your company or the deal with Initial falling through? Fifty million is a lot to lose.” Bastards. No one should know that I dropped the meeting or what it entailed.
“Drive,” I snarl out at Winston.
Violet’s beautiful eyes are full of tears that cascade down her face, and I feel like she’s on the verge of ending this between us. I can’t let that happen. “See, they’ve associated my brother’s heinous crimes with you. They think we’re married. You need to drop me off and stay far away before you’re ruined.”
“Violet, listen to me and listen well. Are you trying to leave me?” my voice cracks with my heart. I won’t let go so easily. I’ll never let her go.
“No, but.”
I press my hands to her lips. “Then stop. I’m not going anywhere. I know you feel like people leave and that I’m next, but I’m with you until they bury us.” I crush my mouth to hers, informing her that she’s mine. “You’re mine forever, and you have no idea how serious I am about it.”
“How serious?”
“I’m telling you that you don’t want to know.”
“What? Have you had a tracker implanted on my ass?”
“That’s an excellent idea. I do have your phone tracking on…and…”
“And what?”
“Technically… The reporters weren’t wrong on some of their shouting.” I pause because this can cost me everything. “You’re already my wife.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean. I’m great at technology, and I might have fudged some records, making you legally my wife.”
“Illegally is more like it.” She glares at me, and then her expression changes to complete befuddlement. Her brows scrunch, and her mouth gaps open as if she’s working it all out. It feels like forever, and I feel like the vehicle is coming to a stop. I pray Winston has the doors locked from his spot so she can’t make a run for it. Then she takes a long drawn out breath, straightens her shoulders and shakes her head. “But for some reason, I’m not upset. I should be pissed and scared, but I’m not. I’m… It’s fucking nuts, but all that’s running through my head is…How did you manage it?”