“No. I just got away from a meeting with a contact on a story I’m working on.”
As I sit, Cole pours me a glass of wine, and I pick up the menu. “What’s the story you’re working on.”
Cole smiles, “a journalist never reveals that until it goes to print.”
“Maybe I can help.”
“And if you do. How will you know I’m dating you for you and not for what I can pry out of you?”
Coles eyes gleam and I chuckle. “I’m not much of a fountain of information.” I raise my eyebrow at him. “Not unless you’re after makeup tips.”
Chapter 7
Alex: Mia’s home Noir Valley
It's four days since I’ve seen or tasted Mia. And thanks to Teach casually dropping in conversation, I’m aware Mia was seen with Cole Johnson again. Three days wasted as I worked on Demon’s Lair while Johnson monopolized her company. The streets pound under my feet. I should be in bed. I’ve worked fourteen hours straight for each of the last three days, but the adrenaline pumping through my body refuses to let me settle. Shit, even my brain refuses to settle as I lay in bed. Images of Mia and Cole’s bodies twisted together. Cole leaning over Mia as he kissed her. Mia accepting his touch with abandoned bliss, tormented me. Her lips against his mouth as she ran her fingers through his hair kept me awake. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Cole’s image morphed into mine, and my dreams grew darker. Where Mia knelt on her knees, sucking my cock as I thrust into throat. As I climaxed after pumping my cock to Mia’s image it had dawned on me the last woman I touched was Mia. That it’s over a week since I fucked Candy and she was the last whore I’d fucked. Shit. The interview with Teach and TJ hadn’t panned out as planned.
The streets merge as I pound down the road and as I run up to a set of security gates; I halt and press in the key code. Like I said, it’s four days since I saw Mia. The street is quiet. Bastian’s house is the sixth one out of the small community of twelve. I slip round to the back, enter without knocking and find the kitchen bustling with life. Pond stands at the counter slipping several boiled eggs into bright green egg cups, Data, Mia and Poppy sit at the round kitchen table, where there are several slices of toast on a plate set in the center. Neither Data nor Pond have a shirt on, while Poppy lounges in skimpy PJ’s. But it’s Mia who has my attention, and I battle with the scowl threatening to break out as I glare at her. She’s wearing the same short housecoat she wore on my last visit. Her long-tanned legs stretch out in front of her. Her hair is ruffled, calling for my fingers to run through the silk strands as I hold her head and kiss her. Her face is bare of make-up and my cock twitches. I slip my smile into place.
“Isn’t this domesticated,” I said as I enter the kitchen.
As Pond glances across the kitchen, I sit on the only vacant chair and grab a slice of toast. “If there’s any spare eggs going, I’ll take them,” I don’t need to look at Pond as he places two eggs in front of me. Then I hear the click of the stove as he boils more eggs. Neither do I look at Data as he chuckles. My gaze is on Mia and the bare flesh of her upper chest where the housecoat meets in a vee and I spot the outline of the matching pink and flowered vest she’s wearing beneath it. “Data, when you’ve finished, I’d like a chat.”
“Do you need me?” Pond said.
I glanced over at Pond. Although both bikers are no longer prospects, having gained their cuts six months previously. They are still low on the ladder and I nod.
“Morning, Alex.” Poppy’s smile is over bright, and her eyes are alight with suppressed laughter.
I return her smile with a lighthearted one of my own. She is the younger sister of Firebird and growing into a beautiful woman. She also has a stalker problem. So far, apart from the occasional photographs which keep turning up at the club, there’s been no serious threat to her life or interruption to her daily routine. Data is her official bodyguard. Pond sent in to spy on Data. To make sure he doesn’t mess too much with the young woman. My smile deepens. I’m not sure whose idea this is, Day’s, or Poppy’s brother-in-law, Leon. “Morning, beautiful. You got school today.”
Poppy rolls her eyes. “Yep. One more year to go. Then I’ll be free.”
I nod as I turn my gaze back to Mia. She’s about to bite into her toast. When our eyes clash, there is a sparkle in her hazel gaze. “Morning, Gorgeous.”
Mia bites into her toast and I watch her lips twist as she eats. My cock throbs. I want to reach over and kiss her. To taste her and find out if she tastes as good as I remember. When we spent the night together. Not that it was much of a night. Just a few hours before the break of dawn. Then she had slipped away before I woke and for another round of love making. When her tongue slips out to brush at the crumbs, I gulp at the coffee Pond just handed me. His snigger has me glaring at him and he responds with an innocent gaze and shrug as he peels the shell off his
