Crush: The River Demons MC of Louisiana

part of my past. That there would be no more fantasies as I no longer have any feeling for him. He’s so wrong for me on so many levels. Shit, he hasn’t stopped loving his dead wife. If my competition was one of the whores from Demon’s Lair, I could handle that. But no, my competition is a dead wife. A ghost. A ghost Alex doesn’t talk about, and I have no idea what I’m up against. I was eight when he and Jo-Leigh left Noir Valley. As a child and before I discovered boys, neither Alex nor Jo-Leigh had interested or a threated me. As I watch him, a sigh slips from me. I may not know Jo-Leigh, or what it was about her that attracted Alex to her. However, there are two things I do know. One, Alex loved her, and two, someone murdered her. Rumor amongst the journalist fraternity is Joel Delaney, A man with links to the mafia is behind the killing. Along with my scrapbooks on Alex, I have one on Jo-Leigh. Most of the information I’ve gathered has come from the internet. Some pieces I picked up from contacts who work either for the police or fellow journalists. As I watch the men below, Data stops swinging the hammer and studies Alex. His gaze flickers to my bedroom window and I step back. When I look again, Data is nodding as Alex stretches, flashing the ripple of muscles on his flat stomach. As he arches back, his gaze finds my window, leaving me paralyzed as his blue stare penetrates into me. Then he smiles, flashing me a wink, breaking me free of his spell. As I step out of sight, I grasp the edges of my housecoat like a maiden aunt. Then a chuckle escapes me as I remember the way Alex’s gaze had roved over me. His eyes lingering on my naked thighs longer than necessary. How his heated look brought the pulse in my pussy to life. Then he frowned and complained about my housecoat. Shit, I’ve seen what the whores wear at Demon’s Lair. Compared to them, in my housecoat I’m dressed like a nun. About to grab my jeans, I change my mind and search my drawers for a pair of skimpy white lace shorts. I slip these on without bothering with panties. Then pull on a red tank top. One I was about to throw away as it’s a size too small. When I enter the kitchen, Alex is by the fridge grabbing a couple of beers and when he turns to me, his gaze lingers on my tits and I fight to keep my breath steady. He hands over one of the beers, which I accept with a half-smile.

“What did you want with Data?”

“Club business.” Alex leans against the kitchen sink, his legs crossed at the ankles, and glances over my shoulder. “Where’s Poppy?”

“On an errand for Data.”

“On her own?”

I shake my head. “No, Pond’s with her.” I smile as I sip my beer. “The man rides a bike, and he’s terrified to get in a car with Poppy.”

Alex nods. “I can understand that. How she got her license, I’ll never know.”

“TJ’s the one who taught her to drive.”

“That man can’t drive to save his life.”

I turn to the hallway and my smile slips as I head for the living room. Without bothering to lower the volume of the iPod, I sit on the couch. When he does visit, Alex always stops for a chat, teasing me like the third brother I don’t want or need. Friends. Alex and I will never be anything more than friends. As he follows me into the living room, my gaze drops to his groin and I lick my lips, wondering if he ever thinks about the night we spent together. I sip my beer and shake my head. He’s probably fucked more women since our night than I’ve had cooked meals.

“Teach say you have a boyfriend.”

Lost in thought, I jerk my head up as Alex sits beside me on the couch. His body is close. The aroma of his aftershave teases me, making my pussy twitch. His mouth is close, making me forget about the alarm bells tolling in my head, I yearn to lean over and taste him. Then his words repeat in my head and I pull away. “Teach?”

“One of the new mamas. She works at Noir Restaurant.”

I scratch my nose. I love Noir Valley, but gossip goes around faster than a forest fire on those Hollywood Hills. “He’s more of a work colleague, than boyfriend.”

Alex shuffles closer and as much as I crave to stand and move away, I stay where I am. My fingers clasp and unclasp around the bottle. He is so close that if I were to turn my head a fraction, our lips would touch.

“So, he’s not a boyfriend?”

I shrug, “we went for a spin on his bike.”

Alex’s finger’s trail over the bare flesh of my upper thigh and as the skin warms beneath his touch, I wish I had stuck to wearing jeans. “You went for a spin on his bike.” Alex shuffles in closer. His lips brush against my ear. “You’ll be telling me you’re engaged next.” His fingers tease my flesh as he draws circles on my upper thigh. His touch light and the tiny hairs on the back of my thigh stand on end. I should stop him. I should grab his hand and push it away.

I lick my lips, “we have shared a kiss.”

“You’ve shared a kiss,” Alex chuckles into my throat and I arch my neck, giving him access to my bare throat. He takes the bottle from my trembling fingers, placing it on the floor. His body leans into mine and I find myself leaning back against the cushions of the couch. Alex is above me. His lips