Undefeated: Bad Boy Fighter Romance (Fighting For Gisele #4) (4 page)

Consistent with the city theme, other boutique hotels were part of the enclave, along with residential condos. Dressing for dinner included comfortable shoes, because exploring the vast mall required a lot of walking.

Even with all the exercise, it was a great place for a date. The architecture was eye candy, a massive glass and steel structure with unique buildings that leaned to the side as if they might topple, making them as much art as architecture. It was overflowing with hotels, restaurants, shops, and art.

Gisele was excited to stroll through the art galleries at the entrance of Aria, including a place famous for bronze sculptures depicting the human form. “That reminds me of Abby’s show,” Gisele said. She pointed to sculptures of Cirque du Soleil performers that looked like flying gymnasts caught in midair, then frozen into bronze.

“Those are amazing.” Micah held her hand, glad that she was enjoying herself.

Micah led her to the Aria hotel. He had an overnight case with items they’d need for the one-night stay. As soon as he stepped inside, he was mesmerized.

“Wow, this is spectacular,” Gisele said. She looked up, gazing at the water wall at the entrance. It was a wall of rushing water that reached all the way to the ceiling, with ribbons and arcs of water creating a dazzling display.

“The sound is so tranquil.” She laced her arm through Micah’s. “It instantly transports me away from the franticness of the city.”

Artwork was displayed throughout the three-story lobby, and the décor was composed of foliage, flowers, wood, and stone. They took time to go up to their room to drop off the suitcase. Gisele gasped with delight when the curtains automatically opened as they entered.

The evening was working out just as Micah had hoped. It was a mini vacation, away from the impending confrontation, and outside the purview of their tormentors. He was pleased to see that Gisele had worn the gold necklace he’d given her. The tiny pendant of the boxing gloves glimmered about her neck.

Before they went back down, Micah held her in his arms. He kissed her softly on the lips, and Gisele folded against him. It was tempting to skip drinks, dinner, and just give in to the overpowering urge to take her to bed.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

Gisele’s eyes sparkled. “Yes, very much. This is all so
romantic
.”

“There’s more to come,” Micah said, his voice raspy. “We better go down before I decide to spend the rest of our evening in this luxury room, with you naked
and starving
in my arms.”

Micah dug his hands in her hair and kissed her deeply, tasting her sweetness. The touch of her lips and the feel of her in his arms made him want her unbearably, and his body responded. Lest he give in, he released her. Gisele felt good in his arms, and Micah looked forward to later.

They went to a downstairs lounge, where they sank into a leather sofa and imbibed in specialty cocktails. Gisele talked about pleasurable memories she had from her youth, and of plans she had for her career. Micah listened attentively, and when she pressed, he shared some entertaining stories about the fight circuit.

The waiter brought refills, and Micah was soon lost in Gisele’s company, nearly forgetting about dinner. But his stomach rumbled, reminding him that he was hungry. He’d made reservations at a restaurant offering classic French cuisine.

Micah had a healthy appetite, and the delicious food went down easily. Gisele raved over her fish. They shared a bottle of wine while they savored the dishes, but Micah wouldn’t have cared where they were. Although he was glad he’d chosen well, and Gisele was pleased.

Yet he craved being alone with her so badly that the meal served as tantalizing torture. Gisele flirted with him, knowing full well what she was doing. Her lovely caramel eyes reflected the lust that Micah felt. Each bite she slipped into her mouth made his cock ache from remembering what her lips felt like on his skin.

Micah had thought of taking her dancing, since she loved it so much. And he would have, but he sensed the same urgency in Gisele that he felt. Watching her, admiring her beauty, and holding her hand wasn’t enough. He needed to be close, bared to the soul, and deep inside her.

Gisele took his hand, and Micah led her to the elevator. He would have ravished her there, if it had not been for a valet transporting a cart full of luggage, and two other couples stuffed in beside them.

The door to the suite clicked shut behind them, and Micah swept Gisele into his arms, lifting her off her feet. As she slid down his body, their lips met, igniting the passion within. Micah was on fire with need, and the heat of her mouth made him crazed.

Gisele pushed her tongue into his mouth, whimpering softly. Micah devoured her, thrashing his tongue against hers, then rubbing his palms down her back and over her sweet ass. In his impatience, he quickly undressed her, letting her lovely breasts fall free of their confinement.

Dropping to his knees, Micah held the weight of her breasts in his hands and licked her pebbled nipples. She panted and shoved her breasts closer, wanting more. Micah sucked and nipped at her reddened nipples until she was dripping for him.

Then he gripped her by the hips and pressed his lips to her pussy. Gisele shivered as he licked over her wet slit. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath grazing her tender skin.

Parting her outer lips with his thumbs, Micah licked her juices, and swirled the tip of his tongue around her tight clit. Gisele moaned deep in her throat, inciting him. Wanting to feel her shatter against his mouth, Micah sucked and teased. Holding her buttocks in his hands, he flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spot, until Gisele cried out.

As she came apart under his caresses, Micah pressed his lips to her sex to feel her pulsing with waves of pleasure. When Gisele calmed, he kissed her thighs, her hips, and her belly. Then he stood and rapidly stripped off his clothes.

His cock was hard as steel, and sprang free of his briefs, standing high against his abdomen. Gisele wrapped one hand around the base, and squeezed, then fisted him until pre-cum dripped down the sides of his thick shaft.

Micah had to be inside her; nothing else would do. He scooped her into his arms and lowered her onto the plush sofa. Hovering over her, he kissed her with wild abandon. Her skin was soft and warm, and she smelled of flowers.

Gisele feathered her fingertips along his erection, driving him mad. Micah covered her mouth with his and gave her a lip-bruising kiss. She kissed back with equal fervor. When he could hold back no longer, Micah dipped two fingers into her hot pussy, preparing her for his entry.

She was sopping wet and searing hot. Withdrawing his fingers, Micah slipped his knob into her. Gisele whined through her panting, and shoved upward to take more of him. His cock slid into her, and she stretched around him like a velvet glove.

“You feel so good,” Micah said through heavy breathing.

Gisele’s eyes were glassy, her skin flushed, and she looked like an angel underneath him. Micah’s cock swelled and his balls ached. He leaned down to suckle at her distended nipples once more, and she shuddered under his ministrations.

Making sexy sounds in the back of her throat, Gisele raked her fingernails down his back then gripped his ass. She pulsed over him and emitted a sensual cry, before being swept into her climax. When she clenched over his cock, gripping tight, Micah exploded.

Pumping into her ferociously, he filled her with his cum, satisfaction flooding his body. Gisele felt so damn good wrapped around him, and she was so wet for him that Micah couldn’t get enough of her. He stroked into her long after he was drained, just to feel her, and to be close to her.

He withdrew from her tight sheath, and kissed her tenderly. “You drive me crazy,” he said, in a barely audible voice. And he meant it. Micah hadn’t known a woman like Gisele. She was special in so many ways that he couldn’t begin to describe it.

But it all added up to one thing. He was in love with her, and wanted her close. His greatest wish was to keep her safe and to have her with him, so that he might hold her and make love to her whenever he liked. And he intended to make that dream come true.

Chapter 5

Gisele looked into Micah’s eyes, filled with deep emotion, and it touched her heart. Placing her palm on his cheek, she whispered, “Take me to bed.”

The two orgasms she’d had left her tingly and floating on a cloud, yet her desire hadn’t waned. Micah was utterly delectable, a man who was impossible to get enough of. He picked her up from the sofa, and Gisele wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. He carried her that way to the bedroom.

Glancing toward the window, Gisele saw the glittery expanse of Vegas stretched beneath the dark sky. The four-poster bed was expertly made, but not for long. With one hand, Micah pulled the covers back then lowered her onto the sheets.

Gisele drank in the sight of his muscular form, turned on by his gorgeous cock. Micah stretched out beside her, then stroked his fingertips along her jaw. He leaned over and pressed his soft lips to hers, making her melt.

Micah
…there was no man like him, and Gisele was so much in love. She closed her eyes, giving in to the spell he’d cast over her. It was no less than magic the way he seduced her without effort, or the way he made her feel incredibly beautiful.

When Micah’s thigh pressed against hers, Gisele’s lower body warmed. She was tantalized by his maleness, drugged by the scent of sex. She raked her fingers through his short, dark hair, feeling its silkiness. She wished for a way to be even closer, so there was no separateness.

When Gisele was in his arms, she was safe from the world, and felt loved. Micah’s kisses made her purr with delight, and her heart swell with emotion. She kissed back, teasing her tongue beside his.

Gisele slid her hand down his spine, feeling his strength. She cupped his firm buttocks, and her arousal spiraled higher. Dragging her fingers up the side of his thigh then along his waist, she dipped between their bodies. His heat made her dizzy; the velvet skin over his erection was so erotic as to turn her into a sex slave.

With both hands on his chest, Gisele gently shoved. Micah dropped to the bed beside her, his eyes gleaming with lust. She straddled him, positioned over his strong thighs, then fisted his cock. At the top, she rolled her palm over his bulbous knob, smearing pre-cum over the head.

Micah moaned, a deep, virile sound, and Gisele leaned down to kiss his steel shaft. She pressed her lips to his heat, and breathed in his scent. Then she put her lips over the head of his cock and gently sucked. He tasted so good, so heartrendingly sexy.

Lowering over him, Gisele pumped slowly, exerting more pressure with her lips. Micah reached up and cupped her breasts, then flicked his thumbs over her stiff nipples. She was lost in him, immersed in his sensuality.

When Micah teased her nipples, her clit tightened into a tiny pebble, and her sex ached. With her fist at the base of his erection, Gisele let him slide out of her mouth. Lifting up, she angled his cock into her wet opening.

Their gazes locked just as Gisele slid down, taking him fully. She whimpered, as Micah growled fiercely. He put his big hands on her hips to guide her, and Gisele leaned back. With her hands behind her, supported on his thighs, she pumped over his cock.

Micah’s heat filled her, and with her head tipped back, she squeezed tighter around him. The more she clenched, the more swollen he felt, and Gisele sped her rhythm, fucking him faster. Micah rocked up into her, panting heavily and groaning in a way that made her blood boil.

Leaning back as she was, the broad head of Micah’s cock massaged the sweet spot inside her with every stroke. Gisele was lightheaded, yet too voracious to slow her pace. She wanted him, wanted to take him completely, while he took her.

Micah pounded up into her, and Gisele sat up, looking into his eyes. His jaw stiffened and his abdomen flatted, as his cock throbbed inside her. The sensation of Micah plunging into her was the center of her universe, and from that center she shattered.

A flood of sensation washed through Gisele, and she stiffened. A flash of ecstasy blended with a prick of pain bolted through her body, then she fell into the powerful orgasmic waves. She cried out, her voice in harmony with Micah’s loud moan as he pumped his cum into her.

Together they spiraled into orgasm, no longer apart, feeling only as one. Gisele’s body hummed with the nearly unendurable pleasure, as she squeezed tight over Micah’s cock, milking every drop he had. When his body relaxed, she fell forward onto his chest, and Micah wrapped his arms around her.

Gisele wasn’t sure how she’d been lucky enough to find Micah, and for him to fall in love with her. She cherished each moment, as she faced an uncertain future. For now, she was in Micah’s arms, and that was where she wanted to be.

*****

The next morning, Gisele woke up to light shining through the windows. She’d fallen asleep entwined with Micah, and though they’d shifted position, her legs were laced with his and she had one arm draped over his belly.

She looked up at Micah and he stirred. He pulled her closer, then opened his eyes. Gisele moved off, and stretched out like a lazy kitten. They snuggled for a few more minutes, before managing to get up and get dressed.

Not yet ready to face the world, Gisele ordered room service for them, and they sipped hot coffee until the food arrived. Micah gave his full attention to breakfast, while Gisele’s mind drifted. It wouldn’t be long until she saw her mother, and she could think of little else.

Gisele sampled her omelet and put strawberry jam on her toast, but the food went down without taste. In the overstuffed chair, she pulled her legs underneath her, and looked at Micah, sitting on the long sofa across from her.

Twirling a strand of hair, Gisele watched Micah eat without really seeing. She tried to picture her mother, but failed. The few photos she had were so old as to be useless. She had no idea what her mother looked like now.

When Micah was done, he put his plate back on the cart and settled in to finish his coffee. He eyed Gisele’s plate and arched an eyebrow. “Not hungry?”

Gisele put her plate on the cart next to his. “I can’t help wondering what it’s been like for my mother, being held captive for so long.”

“It’s hard to imagine.” Micah crossed his ankle over the opposite leg, looking thoughtful. “It would be similar to prison.”

“What kind of man would take so much of a woman’s life away from her?” But Gisele didn’t require an answer. She knew the type of man. Although it had been Lazar who had done the deed to begin with, Yuri had been complicit in the crime.

Micah didn’t offer anything more, as there wasn’t much he could say. Until Gisele met with her mother, she had no way of knowing the damage that had been done, physically as well as emotionally. She just had to wait one more day, but the next morning seemed so terribly far off.

Abby texted, wanting to meet for coffee, and Gisele agreed. Since Micah had to go to the gym, she could take the opportunity to meet with her friend. After breakfast, she hugged Micah before he took off for his workout. Then she caught a cab to the café.

The shop had a downstairs area, plus a balcony level. Gisele found a seat upstairs. Having had her morning coffee, she switched to tea. When Abby came in, she leaned over the short wall and motioned to her. Her friend grinned and waved her hand.

Abby’s long blond hair was stylishly messy, and she wore oversized sunglasses with a black plastic rim, a trendy look. She came up the stairs, and as she walked over to the table, she pushed her glasses up on her head, like a headband.

Gisele stood and gave her a hug. “Good to see you.”

“I’m glad you were free to meet.” Abby took a seat, and when the server cruised by, she ordered an iced latte. Then she scrutinized Gisele.

“What?”

“It’s time to spill it.” Abby clasped her hands together on the table.

“Spill what?”

“I’m your best friend,” Abby said, “and I
know
you’ve been keeping something from me.”

“What makes you think that?”

Abby ticked off the items on her fingers as she spoke. “First, you canceled looking at locations for your Pilates studio, something you’ve looked forward to…like,
forever
.”

Gisele wondered how to explain that.

“
And
,” Abby said dramatically, “you didn’t move into your apartment.
Which
…I might blame Micah for.
But
…you haven’t picked up your clothes and taken them to your new place.” She took a breath. “You would have mentioned it if you had, because you’d need my help to figure out where to put everything.”

Gisele was caught, and no instant excuses came to mind.

The waiter provided a momentary reprieve by delivering Abby’s drink. Her friend unwrapped the straw then took a sip.

Abby brushed her hair over her shoulder, then looked directly at Gisele. “Leaving your wardrobe behind is a dead giveaway. I know something bad has happened.”

Gisele knew her expression betrayed her. It was hard to hide anything from Abby, as she knew her too well.

Abby put her elbows on the table, then leaned forward. “I’m your closest friend…you have to tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t want to involve you,” Gisele said, with less conviction than she should have had.

But Abby wasn’t going to let it go. “Maybe I can help?”

Gisele hesitated. If she were in Abby’s place, she would want to know. Maybe it wasn’t fair to keep everything from her.

“Besides I’ve been seeing a lot of Luke, and he’s worried about something.” Abby took off her sunglasses and put them on the table. “I know it involves Micah, so I assume it has something to do with you. But Luke won’t tell me anything.” She stared at Gisele. “So you’ll have to.”

The way things were shaping up, Gisele might just need her friend’s help. Abby was no lightweight, and if she said she wanted to know, then she did. “If I tell you, it might put you in danger.”

“That means that you’re in danger.” Abby frowned. “You can’t leave me out of this. It’s better that you tell me than if I find out some other way.”

“I’ll tell you, but you might regret asking.”

“No…I won’t.”

Gisele glanced around. They were the only ones on the upper floor. She gathered her courage and proceeded to tell Abby
everything
. Her friend listened attentively, widening her eyes at the shocking parts, but she didn’t interrupt. It took some time, and before Gisele finished the long, alarming tale, they’d both finished their drinks.

“So my mother is still alive.” Gisele ended with that, and waited for Abby’s reaction.

“I’m so relieved for you, that you’ll have your mother back. Won’t you?”

“That’s what I want, so much,” Gisele said.

Abby furrowed her brow. “What are you going to do?”

“The first step is to see my mother, and make sure they haven’t harmed her.” The thought of her mother locked away was a knife to her heart. “Then I have to get her out of there.”

Abby asked a few more questions, then swore to keep it all secret. “You’ll need me, I know it.” She leaned closer and spoke in a quiet voice. “Your mother will be okay. She just has to be.”

Gisele sure hoped so, as she didn’t think she could tolerate any less, and nor could her dear mother. When Abby said goodbye and left for the theater, Gisele decided to attend a Pilates class, hoping the workout would give her some fresh perspective. Plus, she didn’t want to barge into the gym and interrupt Micah’s workout. She had no doubt he’d get back in the ring soon, so she wanted him in the best shape possible.

*****

Harlan had been reluctant to let Micah resume training, concerned that it might be too soon. But as Micah pointed out, it was better than preparing for a fight without his coach’s guidance. It was good to be back in the gym, as Micah couldn’t tolerate staying away from the ring much longer.

Micah’s symptoms were minimal now, and his hand had mostly healed. The coach took extra care wrapping his hands, and went easy on the punching. There was a lot of technique and strength building to work on without focusing on hitting the bag, or even sparring.

After his workout, Micah had a meeting with Luke to discuss business, and relayed his real motivation for getting back in the ring so soon. It required a bit of convincing, as Luke dragged his feet about setting up the fight, but admitted that it was the only alternative that he could see.

Now, Micah just had to tell Gisele. That would be more difficult, but there was no way around it. So that evening over dinner at a local pub, he broached the subject.

“I’m going to fight Max Fromer again.”

“Oh, God, Micah…when?”

“This weekend. Luke is setting it up. I’m going back in the ring. I’m putting it all on the line,” Micah said. “If I win, then Yuri goes away…and you can believe that he will bet heavily against me.” He paused. “That will be the deal.”

The color drained from Gisele’s face. “And if you lose?”

Micah shrugged, acting more nonchalant than he felt. “The German will have to kill me to keep me from winning.”

Gisele was stunned into silence.

“If I lose,” Micah said, “then Yuri gets everything.”