Micah knew he was a workaholic and the more Violet told him everything was fine and that she didn’t mind the more guilty he felt about it. His job was rewarding but it was just that to him, a job. So, he was set on getting out. He hadn’t really wanted to go home but he felt he needed to. He wanted to introduce Violet to them, especially since she was the one for him and they’d have to get over that. At least he was breaking her in easy, he told himself. She’d meet his youngest brother first. The brother he was closest to and the most protective of because he was a bit of a screw up, taking the longest of the three of them to finish med school. But he’d just finished school and he’d wanted to congratulate him, maybe even offer to bring him back and join his clinic. But the most important thing was more than 4-6 hours with Violet that could involve conversation outside of what she’d like for dinner and if he was too tired for sex. Maybe it wasn’t the most important thing. He was the oldest son and there was an heirloom that he kept thinking about the last few weeks and he knew his mom wouldn’t just mail it to him. These were, of course all things he wasn’t going to tell Violet about but he’d hoped it would all be worth it in the end. As the plane landed and he took her hand he couldn’t help but smile as the younger Cartwright waved from the curb as he put out his cig. Setting their bags down he gave him a big back smacking bear hug and turned to Violet. “Vi, C, C, this is Violet.”
“You didn’t tell me you were bringing the Violet and you didn’t tell me she was so young, Big M.”
Micah shrugged and glanced at Violet, giving her a wink. “Don’t get any ideas. Congrats on finally getting that degree, by the way. We should talk about your options later.” As soon as they were in the car he felt a pang of panic about taking Violet home, “Can we stop and get some real fish’n’chips on our way home?”
“Sure, mate. You know I didn’t tell ‘em you were coming.”
“Thanks, just didn’t know how to explain things over the phone.”
Dinner didn’t seem to last long enough and as the car pulled up and a familiar old man came up to the car opening the trunk and pulling out their luggage Micah glanced over his shoulder to Violet, “Welcome to my not so humble childhood home.”
“Good luck. See you in there,” His brother nodded and headed in through the mansion.
Micah turned to Violet and took her hand again, gently pressing his lips to the top of his head. “It’ll be fine.”
It was growing light by the time Adele got back to the suites, Wes in tow, cowboy hat still on. Dropping him off at his door with an extremely mushy drunk cuddle, she wandered for the elevator and pressed floor 11, then with a quick flash floor 13. Both sides of her brain were fight each other and the alcohol wasn’t helping. The side of her that wanted to end up off the rails was pushing her closer to the doors at floor 11, the sober side, the side that remembered she was trying to be good, that she liked someone was trying to pull her back to wait for 13. Adele wasn’t known for her strong will when it came to these things, so much more fun to be bad. Pausing in the elevator to check her make up she stepped out at 11 and headed for his door, knocking loud enough so that anyone inside would hear it, forgetting entirely that she was still dressed in her work outfit from the burlesque club.
Micah hadn’t slept, the cat had made sure of that, and the banging was a welcome distraction from the mountain of papers on his kitchen table. Making his way to the door, comfortable enough in his skin to not give a damn what the person thought about him answering in nothing but his slacks, he was greeted by an even more welcome distraction when he opened the door was the sight of one of the many gorgeous brunettes he’d met since moving into the Bradford suites. Adele was a vision in the tight corset with its lace trim. He didn’t need to greet her, no one showed up at someone’s door at this hour looking like that without their intentions being clear. But he wasn’t that terribly pompous. Reaching one hand out and taking hers and with the other he lifted her chin so he could bend down and place a kiss on her lips. As they parted into a smirk he said her name, just her name. One moment of sweetness that was the most he was willing to offer to anyone but Violet, ironically she was the one who never wanted it. Micah’s cold blue eyes met the young girls and without any further hesitation he wrapped on arm around the middle of her and the other on her ass. Picking her up off the ground and kicking the door closed he carried her to the bedroom effortlessly taking time to taste both the alcohol on her breath and the dew on her warm skin. Intoxicated by the new creature pressed against his bare chest he had already begun to undo the clasps of her lingerie as they made their way creating a trail of clothes across the apartment. Setting her on the bed, her dark hair draping across the white blankets, he let her know how pleased he was to see her milky skin with a slow look. For a short moment he wondered if she even realized just exactly why he did this, of course she didn’t, the look was his payment- the thank you for a reprieve from his thoughts of the one he really wanted. It was the kind of look every naked woman deserved, a look he’d perfected midway through med school. Bending over her, his mouth went straight to curve of her neck while his left hand slid across the slope of her breasts. With every biting kiss his tongue would make a trail further down her perfect body while his hands massaged her soft skin. Pressing his hips against her so she could feel the hard length of his cock through the thin barricade of his slacks as he wrapped his mouth around one of her small nipples. Micah’s tongue drew small circles around it until she was interested enough for a rougher bite. He waited, moving across to the other perfect breast, glancing up at her briefly here and there. Craving a sound of desire from her lips he replaced his mouth with his hands and set to moving lower. Nipping at her ribcage and her hipbone he looked into her eyes again smirking wickedly. “You positive you’re up for a sleepless night, little siren?”
