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  There’s No Escaping Him

  By MK Moore

  © MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

  Cover created by KL Fast

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About the Author

  For those who find love in unexpected places.

  Blurb

  Micah was always the fifth wheel until he met her.

  Norah always gets ditched, until she met him.

  There's no escaping him...

  Not that she wants too...

  Don't be scared! This is a safe, instalove with a sexy Halloween vibe...

  Chapter One

  Micah Halloran

  Being the fifth wheel sucks. My brothers and their wives invited me to this Halloween Night Escape Room extravaganza, and I felt like I couldn’t say no. We are waiting in the lobby. Our party is expected to begin in a few minutes.

  “Halloran, party of five?” An extremely tall hostess asks. She's even taller than me, but I think that has to do with the crazy-ass shoes she has on. She is dressed like a convict. Makes sense. I believe that costume would go with any of the themed rooms tonight.

  “Yes?” my brother, Mitchell, answers for us.

  “Would you guys be okay with a single-player joining your party?” she asks sunnily.

  “Ooh, yes,” Gina, his wife of three days, says. She’s eight months pregnant and didn’t want to go anywhere just yet.

  “Perfect. Her name is Norah, she is actually dressed pretty similar to him,” she says, pointing to me. I have a Day of the Dead thing going on, complete with a tuxedo. It was all I could find on such short notice. Actually, it’s the tux I wore to their wedding. I am a big guy, easily towering over all the other parties milling around the lobby. I used to play professional football but have given up that limelight for a more local one. I easily spot the girl. Norah. She looks like a fairy. Her face is eerily painted similarly to mine and she’s wearing a formal gold and black gown. I don’t really know what she looks like, but I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I watch as the hostess walks over to her and speaks to her for a second. Suddenly, Norah’s eyes pop up and find mine. Her eyes sparkle with laughter. The hostess leads her over to us.

  “Hi, Norah. We are the Halloran’s. I’m Gina. This is my husband Mitchell. This is Jenny and Mike. This is Sarah Jane and Matt. This is Micah. You can partner with him. He’s single,” she says all in one breath. That wasn’t embarrassing at all. “We are going to have so much fun,” she finishes, clasping her hands together. Norah looks around at us and grins, which is weird with the face paint, I have to say. Weird but adorable.

  “It’s so nice to meet you all. Thank you for letting me join you. I love escape rooms and the rest of my party deserted me to go to a keg party, but I wasn’t wasting my ticket.”

  “No problem,” I say. She visibly shivers when she hears my voice. I can’t tell if she likes it or if she is scared. “Keg party? Does that mean you are in college?”

  “Oh, no. I didn’t go to college. I’m trying to find myself. I am only twenty, you see. I figure I have plenty of time, right? I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I am nervous.” I am twelve years older than her. I should stop my train of thought, but I can’t. She’s mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.

  “Yes. Plenty of time. Take it from me. Finding yourself is very important. You don’t have anything to be nervous about though.”

  “Micah Halloran. Where have I heard that name before?" She pauses and taps her fingers on her chin. Suddenly her eyes widen. "Channel 9 news, right?”

  “Yes," I say grinning. "I am a broadcaster on the six o’clock news.” The best newscast if you ask me. It has the most viewers.

  “Yes. You do the very informative What's Up, Chatt segment don’t you?” What’s Up Chattanooga is a spot I do on Friday nights about the upcoming weekend events.

  “I do,” I answer simply. I am enchanted by her.

  “Wow. I’ve never met a celebrity before,” she says moving closer to me. My brothers bust out laughing. No one has ever called me a celebrity before.

  “Oh God, Norah. You’ll never be rid of him now,” Matt says still laughing.

  “Who says I want to be?” she returns. Her arm is pressed firmly against mine. That slight touch is enough to harden my cock. I feel like a damn teenager right now. I have never been with a woman before, but that doesn’t matter right now. It’s her. She is it. I can smell her floral perfume as it invades my senses. I will never get enough of that scent.

  “Halloran Party? The Hunt is on,” the hostess says gesturing us to the door on the left. “You have two hours to escape with your life. A crazed man is on the loose. There might also be a rabid dog or two you’ll need to dodge. Use your time wisely. Follow all of the clues that lead to your salvation. Please note, if, after two hours, you haven’t come out on the other side, you will be extracted by a host. Inside, there are red buttons on the wall. They are located to the left of any door you come across. If one of them is pushed at any time during your escape, all doors will open immediately. Please only use this in the event of an emergency. It’s really hard to get the doors to reset after that. If there is an emergency out here, such as a fire, an alarm will sound and all of the doors inside your room will open. Please exit quickly if that happens. Any questions?” I can feel Norah’s energy as she practically bounces on her heels. When no one speaks up, she pushes a button on the phone in her hand and the doors swing open. “Alright then. Good luck and Godspeed.”

  When the doors are fully open, we move into what looks like an open field. A hunting ground. It’s dark. There is some artificial "moonlight" but it's not enough to really see anything clearly. I suppose that adds to the experience, but right now it's keeping me from seeing Norah. Speaking of, she clutches my arm.

  Her hand on me tightens, and I don't ever want her to let go.

  “Shall we,” I say keeping up with my family.

  “We shall,” she says cordially before giggling. Even threw her gloves and my jacket I can feel her heat. I can’t help imagining her naked before me, taking my cock. I shake my head to clear those depraved thoughts from my brain. It doesn’t really work. The little fairy next to me moves quickly to keep with my stride. I have to remind myself to slow down.

  “So, you like escape rooms?” I
ask to pass the time.

  “I do. They are so much fun. Have you ever done one before?”

  “No, but suddenly I am looking forward to it,” I say honestly.

  I wonder if it’s actually possible to fall in love after five minutes of conversation without even seeing her face. I’m going to say yes. It is definitely possible. Is it crazy to think that I'll never let her go?

  Chapter Two

  Norah Young

  Holy shit. He's huge. Everywhere. As we walk further into the room, it narrows, so I have to walk in front of him, instead of beside him. My hand feels weird without his arm under it. How the fuck is that possible. My whole body feels weird, tingly to be exact. I've never been this excited or wetter, to be honest. With my back to his front, his cock digs into my back and I can feel every single ridge on it. What's that gonna feel like inside me? I have to bite my bottom lip, hard just to keep from moaning out loud. I can't believe I am even thinking like that. I just met this man and I am seriously considering letting him be my first and only. I feel like I know him. Not just because I've seen him every day for five years on the news. It is more than that. It's like my soul knows his. I wasn't even sure I believed in that stuff, but now? Now I'll be the national spokesperson on the validity of soulmates.

  "You want to grab a drink with me after this?" he asks. I turn to him and place my hands on his yummy pecs. Now, I do moan a little before I stop myself. He chuckles.

  "I'm, um, not actually old enough to drink," I remind him.

  "Right. By drink, I mean a nightcap at my condo."

  "That sounds good," I somehow manage to respond without sounding like a ninny. This man is actually making me breathless. Breathless. As in no air getting to my lungs. I force myself to remember to breathe. We still have to figure out how to get out of here, but I want out now. I really want to see where this goes.

  My hands are still perched on his chest. He leans his head down toward me and I bite my lip. He's so tall he actually has to stoop down. His lips touch mine and he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. I can feel it down to my toes.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs mere centimeters from my lips. His bare hands are on my arms. I feel like I am on fire. I don't fully understand the onslaught of emotions coursing through my veins, but I realize that I've been waiting for them.

  “Yeah? That was… um... wow,” I manage to say. “Your face paint is messed up a little.”

  “Worth it.” I giggle at his words.

  “Maybe we should figure out some clues so we can get out of here," I say laughing.

  "Are you slowpokes coming?" Jenny asks, coming back for us. "We figured out a clue."

  "Did you?" I ask as Micah takes my hand in his. It is so much bigger than mine. I feel safe and altogether weak in the knees at the same time.

  "Yes. We unlocked six flashlights," she giggles as she shines one of them in our faces. "Well, well, well. What have you two been up to?" she asks.

  "What do you mean?" I ask nervously. Immediately, Micah's thumb caresses the back of my hand. I calm instantly.

  "Y'all should see your faces. Now you look like zombies," she giggles. "Let's get out of here. I need a Sprite and all the chicken wings in Chattanooga."

  "That's a new craving," Micah says.

  "I know. I know. I'm the worst vegetarian in the world."

  "Vegetarian?" I question as we each take a flashlight and begin walking single file down the long corridor.

  "Well, technically, I used to be. When I met Mike, I had never had it in my life. My parents were hippies."

  "When did y'all meet?” I ask trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

  “Oh, eight weeks ago now. Yeah, that sounds right.”

  “And you are already married?” I ask, incredulously.

  “Oh yeah. You have no idea about these Halloran boys. Seriously, Norah, I don’t think any of us lasted a whole month without I do’s. Would you say that is an accurate statement, Micah?”

  “Yeah. That would be pretty accurate,” Micah responds. His voice rumbles behind me. I close my eyes and let it wash over me. I don’t even realize that I’ve stopped moving until Micah crashes into me. I feel his warm breath on the shell of my ear, which causes me to shiver.

  “You gotta keep moving, Fairy,” he rasps in my ear. I can feel the goosebumps prickling up on my skin.

  “Oops. Sorry, Big Daddy,” I say going with the first nickname I can think of. It fits him like a glove though. He groans behind me and again I feel his hard cock digging into my back. God, I want him so bad. I start walking again and we come to the rest of his family. Soon, we are all laughing as we try to figure out the next clue.

  “Never one to suffer, you wouldn’t want to let this be a buffer. What the hell does that mean?” Matt asks.

  “I have no idea,” Mitchell says still laughing.

  I look around the room, but I am not seeing anything that needs to buffer or rather what you shouldn’t buffer. Micah is right beside me, like my shadow. I love it. I state at the giant bookcase in front of me. All of the books on it are fake except one. The Buffer Between Us, a weird self-help book is the only real book on the shelf. Before I say anything, I set my flashlight down on one of the shelves and pull on the book causing the bookcase to swing open silently. I turn to look at Micah. He shrugs, so we walk through the doorway together. The bookcase swings shut behind us. Futilely, I try to open it again, but it doesn’t open from this side. Turning, I look around the room. It looks like an old-timey study. It’s well lit by a working fireplace. It’s like spooky romantic.

  “It doesn’t fucking open,” I say laughing.

  “My, my what a potty mouth, Fairy,” he says chuckling.

  “Sorry. I can’t control it, but really that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” I say honestly. I have the worst mouth, it’s gotten me in so much trouble.”

  “Thanks for the heads up,” he says, chuckling.

  “Warnings are good for some things,” I say cryptically.

  “Are you as beautiful as I think you are?” he asks suddenly, shocking me.

  “I don’t know how to answer that question,” I reply honestly.

  “Try.”

  “I hope so,” before I can get the next words out of my mouth his lips are on mine again. My arms go around his neck as he backs us up to a desk in the center of the room.

  Why does this feel so good?

  Chapter Three

  Micah

  I need her now. I should be a gentleman and wait. Wait to get her to a bed, but I can’t. There’s no fucking way I can wait. I can’t pinpoint what it is about her, exactly. It’s everything. I am not sure how we got to this point, but the fact that she is so responsive has me being more aggressive than I ever have been before. I won’t let her go.

  I lift her slight body up so that she is sitting on the desk behind her.

  “This fucking dress,” she says giggling. “It seemed like such a good, classy idea when I put it on earlier this evening. I had no idea I’d meet someone.”

  I kneel down in front of her reach for the hem of the dress at her ankles. She has incredibly high black heels. They are at least five inches high, meaning she’s even shorter than I thought. I push the heavy dress slowly up her legs. She moans when my fingertips brush the silky skin of her thighs. I look up at her, but her eyes are closed. When I don’t move any further, her eyes pop open and she looks down at me.

  “Why did you stop?” she asks.

  “Oh, I am not stopping, Fairy. Just merely pausing to look at you.”

  “There’s plenty of time for that later, Big Daddy.”

  “Are you giving yourself to me? Once that happens, there is no escaping me, Norah.”

  “What if you don’t like my face?”

  “That won’t happen,” I tell her.

  “How do you know? I could be really, really hideous.”

  “Maybe I am too,” I say chuckle.

  “Micah, please. I’ve see
n you before. You are so not hideous.” She seems really upset by this.

  “Are you that worried about it?”

  “Yes. I don’t think I could handle it if you thought that afterward.”

  “Alright,” I tell her taking my coat off followed by the button down. Underneath, I have an undershirt on, so I take that off. Gently, I hold it up to her face and start wiping up her face paint off. It’s not coming off easily. “This would have been much smoother if it had actually worked,” I say laughing.

  “Not that I am not appreciative of your quite impressive chest muscles,” she says licking her lips, “but I have some makeup wipes in my clutch,” she says reaching for where she laid it on the desk as soon as her ass hit the wood. She pulls out the pack and I take one from it. I move the wipe over her face. This is working much easier and her ivory skin starts to shine through. When it’s all off, I stare at her for a minute, unable to form a coherent sentence as I take in her beauty. She is fucking breathtaking. I clear my throat several times in order to collect my thoughts.

  “I was right,” I say thickly. She takes another wipe from the pack and begins to clean off my face.

  “About what?”

  “You are every bit as beautiful as I thought you’d be.”

  “Oh, good. There you go, all clean,” she says tossing the wipe near her teeny-tiny purse. I place biting kisses along her neck until I get to her collarbone. “Ooh, why are you so good at this? Wait, never mind. I don’t want to know,” she says her fingers digging into my scalp. My shaved head doesn’t give her much to hold onto. I pull back and look at her. I am not sure how to say this without sounding ridiculous, because I know it will sound that way when I do.