Page 28 of Meet Me In The Dark

“Mine.”

As a reward, he kissed her, long and hot and distracting.

“Micah...”

“In response to your question, I know they're suffering, but guilt keeping you from being with me isn't right, either. We're here, waiting, and I miss your sweet pussy. I miss owning it. Neither Luke nor Conor would hold it against me if I bent you over this table and fucked your sweet holes right now. You know, when you were missing, and Luke was passed out on our kitchen island from blood loss and surgery without anesthesia, I got down on my knees and sucked Conor's cock until he came down my throat.”

“What?!”

She was hot all over, partly out of anger, but mostly from the picture he painted. She could see it now, couldn't she? Conor sitting in a stool at Luke's side, Micah kneeling before him, big hands on bigger thighs, opening his throat wide and swallowing Conor's thick cock down, down...

“Hmm,” Micah said.

“I mean...” she trailed off.

“We were thinking of you. We missed you. Were terrified for you. But we needed each other, and the comfort of knowing we had each other. Don't deny yourself that, don't deny me that because you feel guilty, baby.”

Before she could answer, someone cleared their throat.

Kara looked up to see Marcus standing over them, an unimpressed smirk on his face. Now that she knew his true relationship to Micah, she tried to find similarities between the half-brothers. Nothing in their facial features, build, or mannerisms were similar...except for their piercing blue eyes. She'd never noticed before.

“You know, a smarter man wouldn't let the people who destroyed his club back inside,” he said.

“Well, it's good you're not a smarter man, isn’t it?” Karasaid. She still wasn't sure if she liked him. She certainly didn't trust him.

Micah glanced over at her, amused. But he addressed his words to Marcus. “We promise we won't get your club blown up again.”

“Good,” Marcus said. “I only just finished rebuilding and redecorating it.”

“Fast,” Kara observed.

“It's amazing what an endless supply of money and power will get you,” Marcus said. To Micah he said: “By the way, I've heard through the grapevine that Jack is...causing trouble at his university.”

“Yacob?” Micah asked sharply.

Kara leaned in, curious—and worried. Micah never spoke sharply. Whoever Jack was, he clearly had made an impact.

“I know you have no contact with him—” Marcus began.

“I haven't seen him since he was eight years old,” Micah said, his voice still sharp. “I have no influence over his life. I doubt he wants anything to do with me.”

Marcus raised a shoulder, seemingly casual, but Kara caught the way his jaw ticked. “Be that as it may, he needs interference, or he's going to burn his life to the ground. Over some girl,” he added, disgusted. “I tried to talk to him, but he wants nothing to do with me. You...he always looked up to you.”

Oh.One of Micah's brothers. No wonder he was upset.

“I'll keep it in mind,” Micah said smoothly, back to his normal, contained self.

Kara placed her hand on Micah’s thigh as she eyed Marcus. “Are you telling him this because you’re really concerned? Or are you trying to distract him?”

Marcus grinned, a flash of teeth. At that moment, the debonair billionaire reminded Kara of a wolf.

Fortunately, she was no sheep.

“You don’t trust me, do you?” he said.

Kara caught his eyes. “I’ve learned to be wary of most wealthy men. You’re one of the wealthiest. Ergo…”

Micah chuckled.

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