“Yeah. Now come over here and say hello.”
“I can say hello from here.” Mia’s smile wraps around my cock and I pray for a quick response from the doc. I rang Doc Holden before coming over, and as he informed me there was a dely in the results, I grimaced at the snigger in hisvoice and bit back my groan.
I lick my lips; I can already taste her. “But not the kind of hello I’d like.”
Mia’s black jacket is short and as she sashays towards me, I watch the slight swing of her hips.
“Hi.” She’s in touching reach. “What kind of hello did you have in mind?” Her eyes gleam and blood rushes to my cock.
I shuffle back on the seat of the bike and lift Mia up. As I sit her facing me, she slips her legs over my thighs and I pull her closer. “This kind.” Her lips are soft, but the kiss is not gentle, and she answers my hunger with a hunger of her own. My fingers beneath the tee-shirt and a groan escapes me. She’s not wearing a bra. The blood pounds in my veins. My cock is uncomfortable, and I know that as much as I want it to, this kiss is going to lead nowhere and I pull back. When the kiss is over, Mia leans back. Her gaze lingering on my mouth and my blood heats me as she swipes her tongue over her lower lip.
“I need to refresh my lipstick.”
My thumb glides over swollen lips. Lips which are red from our kiss and her tongue teases the flesh of the tip. “Lipstick’s wasted. I’ll only be removing it again.”
“Promises, Alex. Where are you taking me?”
Mia shuffles against my swollen cock and I groan. “Not to Demon’s Lair. Now scoot behind me before I embarrass myself and come in my jeans.” Her gaze drops to the crotch of my pants and I groan as she wets her mouth. The tip of her pink tongue has me wanting to reach out for her once more. “Mia.”
She looks at me as she chuckles, then clambers over me. As she climbs over my shoulder, I turn my head, brushing my lips over her denim clad pussy. Mia’s slap to my back is not soft. As she shuffles into place, I pass her a helmet.
We haven’t ridden for long before I find an empty spot near the Mississippi, but far enough away from Noir Valley for anyone to come across us. From the bike’s trunk, I grab a couple of beers and a blanket and spread it over the ground. As I settle back on the blanket, placing my hands behind my head. Mia looms over me and I grin. It wouldn’t take much to reach up and taste her pussy.
“Are you going to come and lie down so we can make out?” With the sun behind her, Mia is a silhouette and the glow of the halo outlines her, making her my angel. If someone was to ask me what Mia meant to me, I’d have to lie. It’s the only way I can protect her from what’s going to happen. If it wasn’t for her relationship with Jono, I’m not sure how I would have enticed her on to Demon’s Lair or to be with me. Since her return to Noir Valley, I’ve watched Mia. Waited for the moment I could claim her. I should have some sense of guilt over the way I’ve made my play. But I don’t. Where Mia is concerned, I have no shame.
“I’m enjoying the view.”
“You could enjoy the touch.”
Her hair shimmers as she shakes her head in the glow of the sunlight, and my cock twitches. It’s pressing against the zipper and as I watch Mia, an idea slips into my head.
“That smile’s dangerous, Alex. I should run.”
I sit up, reach for her hand, and pull her on to my lap. “No. Why waste time when we could be tasting each other.”
I swallow Mia’s giggle as our lips meet.
Chapter 12
Mia: Somewhere outside Noir Valley
I’ve done some crazy shit in my life. But as Alex’s lips devour me, this must be the craziest. I know Alex is no good for me. That he still hungers for his dead wife. He also has a reputation to rival TJ’s and Day’s. As the kiss deepens and Alex rolls me onto my back. All reasonable thoughts slip away as Alex torments my body with the teasing touch of his fingers as they glide down my arm and slip beneath my tee-shirt. I should stop him, but fuck, he had looked up at me and a shadow had wavered in his eyes. Then he smiled, pulling me down on top of him. In need of air, I break the kiss and pull back. My fingers itch. I ach to touch him. To stroke his hair, slipping a strand or two behind his ear. I need a diversion. Something to ease the growing tension in my stomach. “Hank called by this morning.”
Alex continues to stroke the flesh across my stomach, setting off the low fluttering at the base of my stomach once more. “Did he? What did he want?”
“To warn me. To tell me what a bad boy you are.” I swallow air to steady the rising yearning in my body. “That you’ll use me. Then throw me on the scrape pile once you’ve had your wicked way.”
Alex’s deep chuckle curls my toes and heat warms
