Gypsy Kiss: Micah Part 28

Andrew had tried this on the odd occasion, in the early days of our relationship, but I hadn't liked it, didn't think I'd ever like it. It was something Andrew thought he ought to do, and typical to his nature he thought he was so good at, but compared to Micah... he was a total disaster. I never dreamed it could be like this.

Micah was still licking and sucking and flicking, all my sensitive parts were coming alive. My hips were moving of their own accord pushing onto his mouth, willing him to apply just a little more pressure. If Micah's kisses were good, Micah's tongue, there, was pure heaven.

As his fingers joined his tongue I felt tingling from my core, spreading all over my body, and I climaxed in a way I never had before.

"Oh G.o.d! Oh G.o.d...Micah...oh!" I wanted to scream out loud but Micah covered my body with his and his lips were on mine kissing me as though he never wanted to stop. I could taste myself on him.

"See Jewls?" he whispered, his breath hot and heavy. "See how sweet you taste. That's how I want to wake you every day."

We lay together for a while, till I gently floated back to earth.

"So...are you ready for your breakfast, Jewls?"

I nearly choked on nothing at that. G.o.d did he want me to do that for...for him?

He grinned and winked again. "Downstairs. Breakfast, with my family, downstairs."

I narrowed my eyes in mock annoyance and then nodded. "Um..."

Micah smiled, swinging his legs off the bed, all glorious in his underwear, his hair all tousled from me running my fingers through it. He stepped into some black cotton pyjama bottoms and held his hands out as if to say well?

Breakfast? With his family? Oh no, we were going down to breakfast, with his family. I was suddenly convinced they would know what we had just been doing what Micah had just been doing. It had to be written all over my face.

"Uh..." I stammered again. d.a.m.n it, my head felt empty, or like it was full of clouds. "I have no clothes."

"That tee shirt is long enough."

I raised an eyebrow, suggesting I didn't think so and he thought for a minute and then clicked his fingers. "Wait there." He disappeared into the hall and returned with a pair of joggers I correctly guessed were Mari's. "She won't mind, I promise. And...here..." he handed me his dressing gown. I climbed out of bed and stepped into the joggers, then put the dressing gown on. I wrapped it around myself and couldn't resist inhaling deeply. It was black, fleecy and smelled of him. He smiled as though he knew what I was doing and why, and then offered his hand. "Ready to face the morning mob?"

h.e.l.l no, I thought, but nodded and smiled. "I guess so."

He stopped me in the doorway, grabbed the collar of the dressing gown in both hands and pulled me to him for a kiss. I had to go up on tip toes as usual to be kissed by him, and I found myself standing on his feet.

He hummed happily into my mouth and as he pulled away looked me up and down, smiling approvingly. "I like this..."

"What?" I said, smiling back. I was still lost in that kiss, floating on air.

"You...wearing my stuff. I wish I could see you like this every morning."

Wait, what? What did that mean? I didn't have chance to think about it, because he took my hand again and we headed down the stairs.

As we reached the bottom I heard all the voices and felt a final pang of nerves. It was one thing to go to a family barbeque with these guys, quite another to share breakfast with them, when I wasn't even dressed properly. Wisely, probably, Micah didn't give me a chance to dwell on it, just marched straight into the dining area, dragging me with him.

Sure enough, there they all were. Five Machvaya boys all sat round the table pa.s.sing bowls and plates back and forth, chatting amongst themselves, laughing and joking. Even Eli was here.

The minute we walked in, they all stopped, and six pairs of eyes Mari was in the open plan kitchen turned to us, all curious and mildly amused.

"Morning, bro..." Luca said, and Kris nudged his arm as they both giggled.

"Morning." Micah replied, completely unperturbed.

"Good morning, bro." Marco said, grinning stupidly. "Good uh...night last night?"

"Best night of my life." Micah said, pulling me to him and kissing the top of my head. I smiled feebly, more than a little embarra.s.sed. Marco was in playful mode, I could tell that much. He and Micah also shared a powerful connection, so he was bound to know more than the others about what we had been up to and what Micah was feeling in this moment, which was probably l.u.s.t considering that roughly fifteen minutes before his head had been between my legs. I blushed involuntarily at the thought. h.e.l.l, he wouldn't even need extra sensory perception to read into this, I was giving off enough vibes for the both of us.

"Congrats on finally doing the deed, man!" he exclaimed, his eyes alive with mischief. That set Luca and Kris off again laughing. Nic raised his hand and clipped the back of Marco's head, hard.

"That's enough, show some f.u.c.king respect! Jewls is a guest in this house and Micah's girlfriend. I won't have you disrespecting her or your brother, you hear?"

Marco rubbed his head and then held his hands up. "I was just kidding."

"I don't give a s.h.i.t!" Nic snapped and then looked at me and smiled. "Have a seat Jewls and don't mind him. Just be glad you got the twin with manners, yeah?"

I smiled at that and nodded. "Yeah..."

Nic patted the s.p.a.ce beside him. "Sit down, love."

I hesitated a moment, part of me wanted to sit next to Micah, I felt weird enough here without sitting between Nic and Eli, and I looked over into the kitchen area where Mari was busying herself over the cooker.

"You need a hand, Mari?"

She shook her head, waving a hand in my direction without looking back. "No thanks, Jewls, I got it."

With no other option presenting itself, I forced my feet to move and sat myself down in the chair between the two older Machvaya brothers. Micah sat opposite me, caught my eye and winked in an attempt to rea.s.sure me.

On the table before me, everyone had a plate and bowl, a gla.s.s and a mug even me, so they knew I was here somehow I presumed and along the long table sat three jugs of orange juice, two of milk and a large jug of coffee. Further down, I could see a pot of tea steaming away.

"Would you like tea or coffee, babe?" Micah asked.

"Um," I started, and my stupid voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Coffee would be great. I'll uh-"

"I got it," he said, and leaned over, pouring me a cup and adding the milk for me.

"Thanks," I heard myself say. Still no one had resumed their prior conversations, which led my paranoid brain to presume that they had been discussing us before we came in.

"So where did you two end up after Carousel last night then?" Eli asked, "I didn't finish at the restaurant until twelve, and you weren't in when I got back here with the linens."

"We went to that new club." Micah said, "And then for a walk on the beach. Got back here about one."

"A walk, huh?" Marco chipped in, and winked at me.

This time Eli smacked the back of his head. "Manners, you were told!"

Marco rolled his eyes. "What happened to everyone's sense of humour this morning, huh? Jewls...you know I'm just messing, right? You're not offended, are you?"

I smiled and shook my head. "Let's just say I'm getting used to you."

Eli smirked at that and started to say something but then the air was filled with the unmistakable aroma of fresh bacon and everyone's eyes mine included turned to Mari as she came in with a huge hotplate and set it on the table. I couldn't believe my eyes at the sheer amount of food on offer bacon, sausages, fried mushrooms, toast, you name it...here it was.

"Tuck in, boys." She said, and stepped back. The look of pride was evident on her expression. She loved feeding them, doing this for them. She was a domestic G.o.ddess. On the occasions Micah had slept at mine, he had woken to a cup of tea and a bowl of coco pops.

I wanted everything in front of me. The alcohol I had consumed last night had been more than in the rest of my years combined and had left me feeling oddly empty and seriously hungry. How I didn't have a hangover I did not know, but I was ravenous. I just didn't want to look like a complete pig.

As the boys all dove in, grabbing food and piling their plates, I gingerly picked out a slice of toast and that was when I saw Micah just watching me, amused.

"Hand me your plate, babe." he said and I smiled back at him.

"Oh, I just want..." I trailed off when I realised he wasn't taking no for an answer and rolled my eyes, pa.s.sing him my plate.

I watched as he filled it with food, a bit of everything, and handed it back to me, grinning. I considered protesting, but then my stomach growled again and so I just nodded my thanks. He winked again and started eating too.

Mari finished up in the kitchen and hovered around us for a while, checking everyone had what they needed. I was about to tell her to sit and eat something when by my side Eli stood up.

"Well, I'm off to let the cleaners in the restaurant and take the delivery." He took a bite from the toast he was holding. "Who's got morning shift today?"

Marco raised his hand, a little reluctantly. "That would be me."

Eli nodded, finishing his toast and swallowing some coffee down before setting the cup on the table. "See you at half eight, on the dot. Don't be f.u.c.king late this time. Mari, sit here. Eat. Thank you for breakfast. See you soon, Jewls."

"Yeah, see ya..." I trailed off, when I realised he wasn't really listening, he was putting on his coat a leather jacket and putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth, probably to smoke on his drive to work. The early start explained why he was here I guessed, the house was quite close to the restaurant, and maybe he and Lisa lived further away. He took the cigarette from his mouth, kissed the top of Mari's head in a sweet, tender gesture that seemed quite odd on Eli, fist pumped Nic, put the cigarette back in the corner of his mouth, and with one final half-hearted wave at us all, he was gone. Moments later I heard the unmistakable sound of his BMW's engine revving, followed by the thumping of music and the screech of wheels on tarmac as he left the driveway and took off on his death ride.

Mari slipped into the seat beside me and smiled. "So did you two have a good night then?"

I glanced at Micah and nodded. "Yeah, we did. It was...perfect."

Everyone else had gone back to their own conversations, so this was just between me, Mari and Micah. I found it was much easier to talk without all the ears listening in.

Mari leaned back from the table, gesturing for me to do the same and mouthed the word, so...? She nodded at me, and then in the general direction of Micah and wiggled her eyebrows.

I pulled back a little from her, unable to wipe the smile of happiness from my face and nodded slowly.

First time..? She mouthed and again I nodded. She put a hand on her chest as if to say awe and then glanced over at Micah. He was watching us both, frowning a little, that ghost of a smirk still on the corner of his mouth. She frowned back.

"If you don't mind, this is a private conversation."

"How can you be having a conversation? Neither of you said anything."

Mari thought about that and smiled smugly. "It's a girl thing. You boys wouldn't understand."

"Are you suggesting our intellect is somehow less adequate to yours?" Micah said, feigning hurt. I sat back, enjoying this banter. It was funny. I was growing fonder of Mari by the day, she was strong and feisty and everything I wanted to be. And she may have been small, but she had all these boys firmly under control.

She looked him up and down, as though considering her answer and then simply said, "You have toast crumbs in your chest hair."

I burst out laughing at that, couldn't help it, and Nic laughed too, the first time I had ever seen Mr Serious laugh like that. Micah was busying himself looking for said toast crumbs and he looked up and narrowed his eyes.

"You're cruel to me, ganging up on me. This is how it's gonna be now, huh? Now you got another girl to back you up. Nic, you gonna tell her off, or what?" he said, sticking his bottom lip out playfully.

Nic shook his head. "Serves you right for not dressing appropriately for breakfast. If you'll excuse me, I have things to do." He kissed Mari's forehead as he stood up and was gone. Shortly after, Luca and Kris retreated too, leaving me with Mari and the twins.

"See, bro..." Marco said, standing up. "Just another reason it pays to shave your chest hair." He then promptly thrust his chest into my face, grinning manically. "Touch it, Jewls. Go on, you know you want to."

"Brother, get your chest out of my girl's face." Micah said, and it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. He seemed to be messing about, but something in his expression now said, I'm kidding now, but don't take it too far. Marco turned to him. "Or what, huh?"

Micah sighed impatiently and smiled at me. "Excuse me, girls. Sorry in advance for the noise."

I frowned. "Noise...?"

He leapt out of his seat and grabbed Marco around the waist, lifting him off his feet and throwing him over his shoulder. Marco let out a yelp of surprise, kicking his legs in an effort to free himself, failing miserably. Me and Mari were in hysterics, Mari shaking her head as though used to this, as though it were common place. Micah threw Marco on the sofa and jumped on top of him, causing him to emit a loud oof! and we stood watching as the boys wrestled first on the sofa and then rolling onto the floor with a thud. Micah pinned him down, straddling him and holding both his hands above his head, looking up at me with a grin and a wink before turning his attentions back to Marco, who was still trying in vain to get free.

"You give up little brother?"

"I'm only two minutes younger, f.u.c.ktard!" Marco protested, grinning.

"You give up?"

"Yes, yes! I give up!" Marco squealed, laughing. Micah got to his feet and helped his brother up. Something caught Marco's eye and he held up a plastic bag I immediately recognised as mine from the day before. "Hey, you haven't opened your birthday present yet, twinnie." He winked at me. "Or is it something he should open in private?"

I rolled my eyes at him and then turned to Micah. "You can open it now, if you like." Mari had started clearing the table and I started to do the same. "I'll help you, Mari."

"Oh...thank you, Jewls."

I took some plates into the kitchen and watched out the corner of my eye as Micah flopped on the sofa and tore open the paper on his present, feeling stupidly nervous about it, wondering if he would like it as much as I did.

The week before Alex had sent me a photo to my phone, one he had taken of me and Micah at the park. It was just a simple photo, but one of those occasions where an impromptu photo taken on the spur of the moment turns out to be better than any photo that could have been posed. He caught us at the perfect moment.

It had been raining, and we were both wearing the park rain macs, Micah had his hands on the collar of mine, holding me to him as we kissed. I was up on my toes, standing on his feet to try and reach his mouth. You could see we were both smiling behind the kiss. It was sweet, tender and perfectly us. For his birthday I had printed the photo off, enlarged and set it in a silver frame.

I watched him carefully and finally exhaled when I saw his expression when he saw the photo. He loved it, I could tell and I was glad. The exact same reaction I'd had when I first saw it. He looked up at me then and smiled, then went back to studying the photo, running and hand over it. He jumped up and came over to us, kissing my forehead tenderly.

"It's perfect baby. Perfect."

"Let me see!" Mari said, drying her hands on a tea towel. "Awe, that's a gorgeous photo! Needs to be pride of place, that. Fireplace, Micah, yeah?"

"Yeah." Micah said with a smile, and he walked into the living room, moving a few things aside on the mantle and setting the photo down. "Perfect."

He walked back into the dining area and set about clearing the remaining pots as I watched him. My G.o.d I loved him.

"You looked sensational last night," Mari said, loading the plates into the dishwasher, "You knocked his socks off. We're gonna have to teach you to walk in heels though, Jewls. I mean, do you want to spend the rest of your life standing on tip toes to kiss my brother?"

I thought about that photo and this morning, standing on Micah's feet, my arms wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers laced in his thick, dark hair, as I pulled him down to my lips and kissed him so hard I literally took his breath away, and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

"Yeah," I said, "yeah, I do!"

Mari smiled knowingly, shaking her head.

I turned back to watch Micah, busying himself at the table, every edge of his sculptured muscles glistening in the summer sun blasting through the patio doors, those pyjama bottoms hanging loosely on his hips, bare feet slapping the tiled floor and one simple thought went through my mind, Jewls Dempsey...you're the luckiest girl in the world.