Free Micah's Calling by Donya Lynne Page B

live without her."
    "Jesus," Trace said. "I can't believe you're
the same person I knew only a few weeks ago. Holy fuck. You've gone from being
a hard-ass son-of-a-bitch to Chaucer."
    Sam pressed her hand against Micah's chest and felt his
heart beating as he inhaled long and deep again. "Trace, someday you'll
know what I mean. Someday, you'll take a mate and then you'll be fucking
Chaucer. You'll see." He lowered his voice and smiled at her. "You
smell like lilacs."
    "You do," Trace said, confirming Micah's statement
as he lifted his beer for a swig.
    Sam glanced over and laughed as Trace shot her a sideways
glance.
    "Seriously, you do." Trace lowered the bottle.
"It's nice."
    Micah purred quietly, sounding perfectly content. "Are
you sniffing my girl, Trace?"
    Trace shook his head dramatically and grinned.
"Wouldn't think of it."
    "Uh-huh." Micah threw a pretzel at him and
chuckled before sinking back on the couch and pulling her down with him.
"But he's right," he said to her. "It's nice."
    "Must be my shower soap." She laid her head on his
shoulder.
    "Or just you."
    Trace picked up the pretzel and ate it.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    The game ended and they watched the post-game, then the
news, then a movie, and before long it was almost four o'clock in the morning.
    "Well, I should be getting home." Trace slapped
his hands on his thighs and stretched as he stood up.
    Sam was still lying on Micah, listening to his heart beating
hard and fast in his chest. The calling was pushing him to the brink,
and she could feel it. Heat practically poured out of his body, both physical
heat and hormonal heat, and she was nearly delirious with arousal, especially
with his hard-on pressing against her thigh.
    Micah rolled his head to the side to look at Trace as he
pointed to the window. An ice and snow mix was coming down hard and fast and
had been for a couple of hours, the ice crystals blowing against the windows on
violent gusts. "Um, no dude. Look out there. You're staying here."
    "I'm a big boy." Trace looked down at him.
"I'll be fine. Besides, you two need to be alone."
    Clearly, Trace could sense Micah's state as well as she
could.
    "Like hell." Micah's voice broke as he spoke.
"We'll be fine. You can take the spare room."
    Trace was about to object, but Micah cut him off.
"Don't push me, Trace. I'm not letting you leave. And that's final. Spare
room." He pointed. "Take it."
    Sam forced herself to sit up, and she grabbed the remote and
turned off the TV before getting off the couch and stretching out the kinks
from lying on Micah for so long. Then she walked over and gave Trace a loose
hug and kissed his cheek.
    "Good night, Trace."
    Decision. Final. Trace was spending the day here.
    "Come on, Micah. Time for bed." She held her hand
out to him.
    He sat up, his erection evident in his sweats. No use trying
to hide it, right? Not like Trace didn't already know what was going down,
anyway.
    "Okay. Fine." Trace sighed. "I'll stay."
    Micah took Sam's hand, and Trace gave them a simple wave
before yawning and turning to follow them down the hall.
    "Good night, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't
do." Trace opened the door to the spare room and chuckled.
    "Oh, we won't," Micah said.
    "Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of." Trace closed
the door, leaving Sam alone with Micah.
    She grinned at him and quickly ducked into the bedroom as he
followed and shut the door. He was on her in a heartbeat, his hands shoving her
sweatshirt up and off as she gave in to him.
    He pushed her sweats down, revealing her nudity. "Do
you still want —?"
    "Yes." She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and
blistered his mouth with hers.
    "Fuck!" He pushed her backward, re-engaging the
lip lock, backing her into the wall.
    Her body was a sunrise of desire, a glow breaking through
her as the sun breaks the horizon each day, casting light and warmth over the
earth. Every cell in her body called for him, and she knew it was because every
cell in his was calling to her. She was