In spite of her anxiousness, Mick had been doing her best to appear the gracious, sociable bride. Of course this was especially difficult as she tried to thwart her husband’s overtly erotic advances.
“How long before we can leave this thing?” Quest spoke close to her ear as he stood behind her.
“We have couple stuff to do,” she tried to remain focused, “such as cutting this huge cake they’re wheeling toward us.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had you in a bed?” Quest spanned his hands across Mick’s hips and tummy, neatly encased within the exquisite embroidery lining the classic white gown with its chiffon sleeves and full hoop skirt.
Mick giggled. “I do,” she shivered when she heard a low sound rumble deep in his chest.
“Just something to tide me over until later?” he bartered, his lips fastening to her earlobe.
Mick’s lashes fluttered against the warm sensation stemming from the feel of his nipping and suckling the soft flesh. “Down, Quest,” she gasped when he responded by settling her back against his groin. “All the way down,” she advised.
~~~
Quay had left the reception determined to find answers. He returned feeling worse than before he left. His worst fears were realized when Mick told him what she’d discovered. He knew it was folly, but a part of him prayed Wake would be at his condo when he went to confront him. According to the security desk, he was gone- completely moved out with no warning and no mention of a forwarding address.
“Can’t be,” he chanted, his attention barely on the winding road leading back to the estate. “It couldn’t have been Wake. It couldn’t have been him all those times before-”
A blaring horn interrupted his thoughts. Quay slammed on his brakes just as another SUV moved in direct line with his own mammoth sport utility.
A dark, statuesque beauty bolted from the driver’s side of the white Navigator. “Are you blind? You had to see me going for that park,” she went on, fire in her eyes as she prepared to deliver more choice words for the driver behind the tinted windows of the fierce-looking black Hummer.
Quaysar’s thoughts of Wake Robinson and everything else disappeared at the sight in the line of his gaze. When he stepped outside the truck, the lovely woman’s doe-shaped eyes narrowed in recognition.
“Quaysar Ramsey,” she propped both hands to her hips while tapping a cream pump against the brick driveway. “I see you still can’t drive worth a damn.”
Quay tilted his head just slightly. “You know my name?” he watched as the breeze disarrayed the black tresses that fell past her shoulders.
“I know you,” she closed a small bit of the distance between them. “And I assume from your question that you have no idea who I am.”
“I’d like to,” Quay admitted at once. His words were genuine. His dark eyes raked her in a helpless manner as though he couldn’t get enough of looking at her.
Tykira Lowery rolled her eyes in the direction of the scooped bodice of the elegant rose colored dress she wore. “Still playing Casanova,” she softly accused, her seductive gaze becoming humor-filled. “I shouldn't be surprised. I suppose it is easy to forget a woman you held captive for a week,” she said, her voice softening to almost a whisper. “Park my truck,” she requested, tossing him her keys before she walked off to leave Quay staring after her in total confusion.
***
Michaela tried to appease her husband with a slow, sultry dance on the crowded floor.
“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I love you,” she whispered back, her fingers smoothing across the silky waves of his hair.
Quest sighed his contentment, before raising his head to scan the room. “This is your family,” he told her.
“Mmm...I love them too,” she murmured, trailing her lips across his jaw.
“That’s just ‘cause they’re all dressed up. Wait’ll the morning.”
Mick looked up at him then. “I love them because they made you the man you are.”
Quest appeared uncertain. “And is that good or bad?”
“It’s very good.”
He smiled down at his wife and almost laughed, he was so happy and excited about the life ahead of them. Mick stood on her toes to press a sweet kiss to his mouth. That kiss turned hot and desirous within seconds.
“I want out of this party,” Quest demanded then, his hands tightening on Mick’s waist.
She bit her lip. “Babe-”
“We already did all the couple stuff,” Quest interrupted before she could argue.
“So how do you propose we make a graceful exit, Mr. Ramsey?” she challenged, her heart somersaulting when he flashed his left-dimpled grin.
“Like this,” he swept her off her feet and into his arms.
Michaela’s laughter rippled out over the well-wishers who cheered and clapped as the newlyweds made their exit amidst a shower of flowers, confetti and the love of their family.
This Ends A Lover’s Dream.
Now Enjoy This Ramsey Short:
Lover’s Muse: An Interlude
~LOVER’S MUSE: AN INTERLUDE~
***
Quest Ramsey wasn’t about to give his wife any chance to scold him for the dramatic departure from their wedding reception. To be on the safe side, he just kept her mouth occupied with his while taking the back stairway to the wing that housed the guest bedroom suites at his parents’ home.
“Are we there yet?” Michaela murmured, her words smothered yet discernable given that she was being kissed senseless.
Nevertheless, they captured Quest’s attention. “Is it too big for you?” he asked, referring to the house.
“It’s fine.”
“Just fine? ‘Cause mine is about as big,” he said, still referring to the house.
“Big is fine as long as it’s satisfying.” Mick returned, her thoughts having journeyed away from the house and on to someplace naughty.
Quest caught on to the vibe. “It gets better,” he grinned.
They were sealed away in one of the spacious guest rooms shortly after. Quest’s teasing mood had apparently waned, for his expression held no trace of amusement when he settled her back against the locked door.
“I need you to understand something. I’m never letting you go Michaela. Do you get that?”
She nodded as if dazed. “I never want you to,” she sighed.
“You might, once you understand how protective I can be. It borders on possessive but gets masked by the protective part- that can border on obsession.”
“I get it Quest. I love you for it,” she swore.
“I hope so,” his hazy stare had almost darkened to pitch. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you. I keep what’s mine, Michaela. I keep it very well.”
She swallowed. “So show me, then.”
Michaela Ramsey found her exquisite gown on the floor three minutes after her taunt. The snowy white bustier and garter beneath contrasted beautifully against her milk chocolate skin. Faint lighting spilled from the partially opened door leading to a private washroom. Just enough illumination was provided to reveal the set look to Quest’s profile as his gaze trailed the length of her curvy frame encased in the devilish piece of lingerie.
“Quest…” Mick bit on her lip when he brought his eyes to her face. She could just glimpse the darkening of his stare as if fixed on her mouth. She moaned, her lashes fluttering madly when he outlined her lips with his thumb and then gave her his middle finger to suck.
She did so with relish. A low, satisfied rumble stirred from Quest’s chest as he watched her pleasure the digit. Eventually, he was resuming his appraisal of her encased in the bustier and garter. She looked like a treat he was hungry to unwrap.
Mick was enraptured by the taste of him and so focused on her task of suckling his finger that a gasp of surprise and rapture erupted when his mouth latched onto her nipple still covered by the satin and lace garment. She lifted a hand, wanting
to draw his head closer, but Quest prevented the move, keeping her arm secured against the door. Heat rushed her and she squirmed wanting more of his touch even as she expected anything additional would send her over the edge.
Desperately, she arched more of her breast into his mouth, moaning without shame as she sucked his finger with increased fervor. “Quest please,” she urged amidst the act.
Without a care for the custom stitching of the bustier, Quest reached up to jerk it down over one full, heaving breast, bringing it into full view. Michaela sobbed when his perfect mouth smothered the bud that yearned for his attention. She rolled her head against the door practically out of her mind as sensation riddled her quivering body.
Quest emitted the most adorably tortured sounds as he took more of her into his mouth. Lazily, he rotated the tip of his tongue around the diamond-hard nipple, then repeated the move with the tip of his nose before drawing the bud in for another round of merciless tugs. He didn’t return to secure her arm against the door once he bared her breast. Instead, he stoked the garter fastening and the satin panties she wore. Finding the entrance he sought, he claimed her with his middle finger and launched an assault to her moisture rich core.
Suddenly, he withdrew his finger. “Kiss me,” he ordered in a gruff tone that brooked no disagreement.
Michaela complied eagerly, locking her arms about his neck and heightening the volume of her moans as she kissed him with a devastating intensity. When his handling of her sex weakened her tongue, Quest gave her a jerk.
“I said, ‘kiss me’.”
“Quest I-”
“Tsk, tsk, there’s that sass again.”
She gave a low, aroused laugh. “So punish me, then,” her next gasp mingled with a sharp cry at the sound of the garter being ripped. She felt the air brushing her exposed flesh then. “Quest,” his name was a faint breath when the slow ooze of her need trailed her inner thigh.
The line of pearly white moisture wasn’t given much leave to travel far. Exhibiting, fluid and effortless strength, Quest lifted her high against the door. He cradled her bottom securely, positioning the part of her that he’d claimed ownership of directly before his mouth.
Mick would’ve slid down the door were it not for the powerful grip in which he kept her. His tongue swept her inner thigh clean of the traces of her juices lingering there. Steadily, it moved higher until claiming her center. Instantly, Mick felt climactic tremors flood her lower half then expand its effect branching out to stab and sooth her with unequaled pleasure.
Desire maddened, she greedily clenched his tongue wanting to keep it trapped until release had its way with her. The relentless rotating and thrusting of his tongue forced her to unclenched in a desperate drive to take whatever he would give her. Her hands splayed above her head along the door and she chanted his name while rocking her hips in sultry clockwise and counter swirls that stimulated as they satisfied.
“No,” she rasped, when he suddenly denied her his tongue. Her arguments died as quickly as they roused when she felt his throbbing length- thick and hard taking the place of his tongue. His mouth reclaimed her breasts, his sleek brows drew close and he growled out a curse when the nipple seemed to harden to a firm bud on his tongue. The ravenous suckling mingled between pleasure and pain, assaulting her senses while his shaft plundered and stretched her relentlessly. She wanted to fold her legs around his back, but Quest kept her thighs spread, shelved on powerful forearms still hidden beneath the crisp sleeves of his tux.
He smiled, revealing the gorgeous left dimple when he felt her intimate muscles contract fiercely then. She’d be coming all over him in another minute, he deduced. The thought of that threw his raging hormones into frenzy.
Michaela smiled as hot jets of semen doused her walls when he came. Frantically, she took him, elated over the anticipation of impending orgasm.
Quest rested his dark beautiful face against the base of her throat while shuddering out the last of his satisfaction. She was so tight, the way she fisted his shaft was so exquisitely erotic it was almost painful. It wasn’t a complaint and he felt himself refueling for another claiming before he was completely spent inside the curvy chocolate nymph that possessed every bit of his heart.
Michaela was barely coming down from her orgasmic high when her eyes widened and fixed on her husband’s stirring gray stare. “Quest…” she felt him transition from semi-hard back to rigid in a span of a few seconds.
“It’s going to be a long night Mrs. Ramsey,” he promised, grinning at the sound of his wife’s laughter.
***
Chicago, Illinois~
Contessa Warren strode with purpose to the half opened door and peeked just inside. She didn’t take insult to the unkempt appearance of the room nestled in the enviable corner spot along the top floor of her publishing firm Contessa House. She didn’t take insult, knowing the room’s occupant had a method to the madness she considered her own ‘special’ brand of organization.
What had County striding with purpose into the cozy cluttered office was the fact that it was occupied at all- solely occupied.
“I’d suggest you get back out there to that sexy piece of chocolate you call a husband,” County cast an astute look toward Michaela currently seated on her knees while rifling through a box of file folders. “That is, unless you’ve got no qualms about putting an APB out for him later.”
A smile curved Mick’s mouth but she continued her investigation of the folders.
“Your soon-to-be-ex co-workers out there, are looking at the poor guy like they’ve got serious kidnapping and sexual assault plans on their minds,” County moved into the room where she undertook her own investigation of the boxes set out across the office.
Mick laughed then, I promise I’m about to head out. Just wanted to…” she trailed off to take a closer look at a page from one of the files. With a quick shake of her head, she reconsidered the document’s importance and set it off to a pile next to a half filled crate.
“Just what?” County inquired somewhat absently as she was then interested in a page she’d come across.
Mick stood, hefted a box. “Just pulling a few note files. Everything I leave behind will be for the garbage or the Contessa House vaults.”
“Well hold on, hold on,” Slowly County dragged her eyes away from the sheet that had captured her interest, to wave a hand across the sea of packed boxes. “Let’s not be so hasty. Is there any book worthy info waiting in all this mess?”
Mick blew at the wayward curl, set down the box and considered. She was opening her mouth to answer when County raised a hand.
“Let me qualify that question by saying that it should be book worthy info that doesn’t involve a family of to-die-for men who will have my next author all ga-ga while she comes out of her panties.”
“I resent that,” Mick crossed her arms over her chest in a pretend huff.
County shrugged. “You were that.”
It was Mick’s turn to shrug. “I didn’t deny- I only resented.”
The friends shared a laugh. Michaela retrieved the newly packed box and set it to the right of her uncommonly clean desk.
“This is all pretty much just notes from books already done,” she looked longingly at a box near the front of the desk. “Like this stuff,” she tapped a foot to the box marked ‘Shelanon’.
County’s smile held a reminiscent flavor. “A lot of notes went into that book,” she mused.
“Tell me about it,” Mick hooked her index finger inside the invisible pocket along her black Yoga pants and offered her publisher a wry smile. “Got any authors who might be able to get Jacob Shelanon to make a sequel a reality?”
Contessa’s full-bodied laughter sent her thick ponytail swinging. “Hell girl, if you couldn’t get that nutcase to come out of his mountain, no one can.”
“Aww…is that a compliment?”
“Hmph,” County rolled her eyes, faking a nonchalant air before she grinned. “You bet it is,” she opened
her arms toward her best friend and laughed when they shared a hug. “Congratulations, Hon,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to Michaela’s cheek.
***
Michaela waltzed into her house with a playful flourish that was fueled by happiness and excitement for all that lay ahead of her. Following the wedding, she and Quest had decided to make a pit-stop in Chicago before heading off to the sun and fun of their honeymoon. Regardless of Michaela’s anticipation of the future however, her steps slowed the further inside she ventured.
Quest moved at a slower pace as well. His entrancing stare was observant yet approvingly so. He loved the way the place practically embodied his wife’s persona. The three-story abode shrieked comfort, warmth and was as lovely as it had been when he’d previously visited.
Quest’s appraisal of the house was sidelined as he fixed on Michaela strolling on through. His sleek brows drew closer the longer he scrutinized her, taking note of the scant change in her demeanor. He gave her space, watching her move-stopping infrequently to smooth her hand across a piece of furniture or some other object perched on a shelf or table. He waited until she’d journeyed clear out to the gazebo before he inquired.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said after they’d both strode the rather plush construction.
Mick fingered one of the velvety soft artificial vines that snaked round the gazebo’s white, wooden planks. It was approaching dusk and time-sensitive lights were just beginning to sparkle sparsely amidst the vines.
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