Gypsy Kiss: Micah Part 45

"Mic, you ready?!" Alex shouted from across the way, interrupting the family banter, and Micah nodded.

"As I'll ever be!" He called back.

He kissed my cheek and jogged over to Alex, shaking his hand and embracing him briefly before looking up at the platform, one hand up to s.h.i.+eld his eyes from the sun. He turned to me one last time, grinning and I smiled back.

He still had nightmares sometimes, I still caught him crying when he thought I didn't see, and I knew there was a part of him that might never heal...but he had come such a long way, and at last, he seemed to have found some sort of peace enough, pouring all the love he had once had for Marco onto me and the kids.

He saluted me and jumped up next to Alex on the bottom platform. As the other platform began it's descent to collect him, Alex spoke into a microphone.

"Ladies and gentleman, its bungee time! Our very own Mr Micah Machvaya is up first, raising money for the burns unit at St Joseph's hospital. Give up it for Micah!"

Everyone cheered, his brothers making the most noise, and I stood with the kids cheering too and laughing. It didn't matter what he tried to say, I knew he was terrified. He stood on the platform while they attached the harness to his legs and raised a finger, gesturing for me to go to him. I set Hope down and went to him.

"Second thoughts...?"

"Nah," he said with a nervous laugh, "course not. Give us a kiss. And think of me often, darling."

"You don't have to do it, babe." I said, my own fear kicking in on his behalf. He had cheated death once; I suddenly had the thought that a second time was possibly pus.h.i.+ng it.

He smiled brightly and clapped his hands together. "Let's go, Alex."

Alex laughed. "If you think I'm going up there, you can think again. Off you go."

Micah narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to protest, but the safety man had already pressed the b.u.t.ton and they had begun their journey up into the sky. All the way up we could vaguely hear a string of expletives, and Nic covered Marco's ears, as smiling I did the same with Hope.

He seemed to be going up for a long time, until I could hardly see him and my own panic began to really set in on his behalf.

"Are you sure it's safe?" I mumbled to Alex.

"Perfectly." He said with a shrug. "This is gonna be hilarious."

Through the sound system the countdown began, and every shouted along with it.

"Five...four...three...two...one...bungee!!!"

Micah was still standing on the platform, his arms up working the crowd who began a chant of "Micah! Micah! Micah!" and then he put his arms out either side of him and seemed to just fall forward off the platform. I looked away briefly, feeling instantly sick and as he hurtled towards the ground, I actually felt the wind as he sailed past our heads before springing back up and then coming back down again. Eli was laughing hysterically and I dared myself to look as he sailed past again. The bouncing seemed to have stopped, and he was basically just swinging now. His tee s.h.i.+rt came loose from his jeans exposing his chest and a cheer of appreciation rang out from the girls in the crowd.

I found myself finally relaxing the closer he got to the safety of the ground and laughed with everyone else, joining in with the applause.

"Jewls, your husband is most definitely completely insane!" Jenna said, slipping her hand into Nic's.

"Yeah he is," I laughed, "but he's all mine and I wouldn't change him for the world."

THE END.

Thanks, as ever, go to Jenny Wainwright, for her help, support and encouragement and for her tireless editing to help make this book what it is.

Also, thanks to Claire Mathewson.

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Micah's story is the first in the Gypsy Kiss Series, read on for an exclusive snippet from book 2, Nic's story Gypsy Kiss Book 2 - Nic.

I walked into the house expecting to be met with a grumpy Eli complaining I was late and he had places to be, so I was surprised when I found Sandra in the kitchen, drinking a coffee and reading a newspaper.

She looked up at me over the top of her gla.s.ses and smiled. "Evening, Mr Machvaya..."

"Hi," I said, unable to hide my confusion, "I'm going to regret asking this, but...where's Eli?"

"I don't know, he just hasn't arrived home yet..."

f.u.c.king Eli. I'd had a long, stressful week and what I needed to get through it; I was going to have to wait for. He was my brother and I loved him, but G.o.d, he really could be incredibly selfish.

Sandra seemed to sense my disappointment and frowned. "Is something wrong, did you have plans?"

"Uh...no..." not as such but I had hoped...

"Only all the boys are asleep, Marisol too...and I'm quite happy here, so if you needed to go somewhere it's quite alright..."

"I had um...an appointment with the head teacher. Something to do with the twins again."

"On a Friday evening?"

d.a.m.n it Nic, couldn't you have thought of something else?

"Uh, yeah...it was the only time I could make it this week; it's been crazy at the restaurant. It doesn't matter I can reschedule for next week."

She smiled and shook her head. "Go, Mr Machvaya."

"But Eli-"

"Will be back soon, I'm sure."

"But you-"

"If I was in my own house I would have my feet up with a coffee. I'm perfectly happy here. Go. But promise me after your meeting you'll go for a little drive or something. Something to clear your mind, relax you. I am absolutely fine here. Go."

I hesitated a moment more and grinned, kissing the top of her head. "Mrs Robinson, you are a legend."

She laughed at that, calling after me. "Sure, but I still wish you would start calling me Sandra!"

"I will," I shouted back, "when you start calling me Nic!"

I heard her laughter follow me out to my car, and I slung my suit jacket on the back seat and climbed in, starting her up, quickly pulling out onto the road.

The heat of the summer evening was getting to me. The sky had turned a deep blue grey, indicating a storm on the way and there was a heat rising in me too, a need, a desire that had to be sated.

There was something quite tragic about the fact that I was almost twenty three and I had never had a relations.h.i.+p, a real relations.h.i.+p, never had a girl in my bed. Still...the way things were suited me perfectly. In my everyday life, I was Nic Machvaya, holding down a business, raising my siblings like they were my children, thinking of nothing but bills, shopping and endless school, work and household commitments. But I was human too, a red-blooded male with other needs and I told myself all the time I shouldn't feel guilty for that.

The ordinarily short drive seemed to take longer than normal, and I hit every red light along the way before finally pulling up outside the apartment block on the sea front.

I stood outside for a minute or two, running my hands through my hair in an effort to tidy it up a bit, and suddenly wis.h.i.+ng I had at least had a shower. I would be lucky if I even got through the door looking like this and smelling like this.

I frowned and for a split second contemplated getting back in my car and going home. In the end, like most men if they are honest, I was guided not by instincts, or the desire to do the right thing by me or my family, but by my c.o.c.k and the almost overwhelming desire to let off some serious steam.

I knocked on the door and stepped back, loosening my tie a little. After a moment, it opened to reveal Maggie standing smiling at me.

I looked her up and down and involuntarily licked my lips. She was wearing the black lacy underwear I had bought for her last week, insanely high stiletto heels...and nothing else. Her long blonde hair sat loose over her left shoulder.

"You know..." I said, "I could have been a salesman or something for all you know..."

She grinned and shrugged. "Call me intuitive, but I just knew it was you...Friday evening, long, stressful week..." she stepped forward and put a hand on my chest, twisting my tie around her manicured fingers playfully. "I knew you'd come."

"I need a shower..." I blurted. Why did I say that?

She smirked. "Sure we can arrange something. So...what am I this time? Business meeting...bank manager...client...supplier...?"

I swallowed and shrugging apologetically. "I have an appointment with the headmistress."

She raised her eyebrows, grinning. "Oh really? That's a new one. You know...somewhere in here, I have a cane and everything...I could be a headmistress..."

Somewhere in the distance there was the first rumble of thunder, and it matched my mood perfectly. The pressure was building within me, and I needed my release, my own special kind of therapy.

"Is that so...?" I croaked. My mouth was suddenly like sandpaper.

She put a hand on my crotch, clearly pleased to discover her words had had the intended reaction and nodded, biting her lip.

This was what I liked about Maggie. I was, generally speaking a fairly quiet guy, not forward s.e.xually at all, usually quite reserved. Maggie was the total opposite she knew what she wanted, and what I needed and she was not shy at all in getting it, or selfish in giving it. She had told me many times, she got her pleasure from giving me mine. Those words alone would be the undoing of any man. And she brought out a different side to me, a side that wanted to take control, make her scream.

"Yeah...oh, but it's only for really, really bad boys. Have uh...have you been a bad boy Mr Machvaya...?"

I grinned salaciously and nodded. "So...so bad...I've been having...naughty thoughts..."

I felt stupid just saying that, but I couldn't stop the words popping out. Her hand was sliding up and down my c.o.c.k...up and down, up and down and I was losing my mind to the sensation, torn between wanting her to stop before it was too late and hoping she would never ever move that hand away.

She went one better and slipped it inside my trousers, taking me in her expert grip and giving me one firm squeeze that was almost painful.

"Ahhhh...." I hissed.

"Naughty thoughts, Mr Machvaya? About...?"

"You..." I breathed.

"Oh, you bad boy. You'd better come in, so I can..."

She didn't finish that sentence. She pulled me by my tie into the room, and slammed her mouth onto mine. It took me less than a second to respond, and then my hands were all over her body, as we stumbled into the flat and I kicked the door shut behind us.

We staggered into the bedroom, my hands on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, hers furiously undoing the b.u.t.tons of my s.h.i.+rt and sliding it off my shoulders. I kicked my shoes off, followed by my socks and yanked my trousers down, stepping out of them.

"Bathroom," she whispered between kisses trailed along my jawline from my ear to my mouth and back again, "I want you in the shower..."

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