Jono reaches over the seat of his Fatboy for his helmet and it swings from his fingers as he watches me, then he slips it on his head. “I wouldn’t worry about this Cole. She has some fancy fella in New Orleans.”
As I mount my bike. My stomach clenches. Mia doesn’t go anywhere. If she has a boyfriend, Poppy or one of the other ol’ ladies would have mention it. I turn to Jono, he’s on his bike. His gaze steady as he watches me. “What boyfriend?”
“The one she writes about.” Jono winks, then revs his bike and I watch until the bike is nothing more than a blur down the dirt road, disappearing around the bend. After he fades out of sight, I pull out the burner and text Data.
It doesn’t take long for Data to get back to me with a link, and like a man dying of thirst, I click on it. I blink as I read Mia’s blog. I read the blog three times to make sure my brain isn’t conjuring up what I am reading. That I wasn’t leading myself down my own fantasy path. Shit. Had I really thought Mia was some sweet, innocent girl.
Chapter 6
Mia: Noir Valley
The main street in Noir Valley is quiet, and I close my eyes and raise my face towards the sun. The warm caress of its rays lulls me to my peaceful place. The place where I go when I need to think. And think is what I need to do. My flesh still tingles from Alex’s touch and my pussy throbs. After he left me unsated, I returned to my room and hunted out my friend. Shit, I climaxed twice whilst pleasuring myself to Alex’s image. Remembering his taste and touch as I bought myself to an orgasm and I was still unsated afterwards. When Cole texted asking to meet up, I jumped at the chance. I’m over Alex. I don’t need him or his touch. I don’t need the taste of him lingering on my tongue. Teasing me of the things I’m missing. I know what it’s like to have Alex. To have him torment your flesh as he thrusts into your body, bringing you to the climax that leaves you floating for days. I’ve been there. Sometimes, I wonder if my memories of Alex’s touch. The way his lips caressed over my flesh are more of a fantasy than the reality of the night we spent on Demon’s Liar. It’s taken me five years to recover from one summer crush and one night of sex. A crush which tuned into an obsession. Shit, was it really five years ago. The slow hum of a bike interrupts my daydreams, but I don’t open my eyes as I will the biker away. It’s too soon for Cole, and I know Data is back at the house whilst Pond is at Demon’s Lair. Apart from them, there is only Jono who would stop to talk to me, and I know he’s not in Noir Valley. That he hasn’t been here for a couple of weeks. Not after Hank warned him off. That is one lunch date I intend to forget. No, I don’t open my eyes because I know the biker idly waiting for me to do so, is Alex. Twice in one day. I marvel at my luck. At this rate, I’ll be using my Alex quotas up in one day if this keeps happening. Usually, I run into Alex two maybe three times a week and he never drops by the house to visit me. My frown deepens. Since his meeting with Data this morning, I’ve mused over what he wanted and why he didn’t message the biker. As far as I can tell, there was no need for him to call to the house.
“If you continue to frown. I’ll have to kiss away each wrinkle.” Alex’s chuckle is soft, but deep. “And you have several wrinkles.”
My heart skips a beat as I contemplate on keeping my eyes close as I continue frowning. If frowning was the way to get Alex to kiss me. I would have frowned continually. The problem with having my eyes closed whilst Alex is in close proximity, is I can smell him. The subtle aroma of cedarwood is waking my dormant pussy. With one last inhale of his scent, I open my eyes and gaze at the man I’m trying to forget. He has his brain bucket on and the ends of his blond hair flutters in the wind. When he returned to Noir Valley, his hair had been short, much shorter, almost shaved close to his temples. Shit, he was sexy as hell then. Now he’s grown his hair out, and it curls into the nape of his neck, it adds to his raw sex appeal. Alex Whitton is pure alpha. It comes with the territory of who he is.
“Were you a good lawyer, Alex?”
Alex’s blond eyebrow rises, “I was on my way to being one of the best. Why do you ask?”
I shrug, “just curious. Guess it’s the journalist in me. What were you? A defender or a prosecutor?”
“Don’t you know?”
His blue eyes sparkle as he studies me, sending my stomach into a fluttering wreck, and I scrunch
