Yet being the word. I chew my lower lip as my fingers trail along his jaw line and shake my head. “I don’t lie to Hank.” Shit, I wish he’d keep his fingers still so I can think.
“But you haven’t been anywhere near my cabin.”
I nod. “I’m good at picking locks. I snuck in once.”
Alex stills and his touch stops tormenting me. “Why did you go in my room?”
I trace the outline of his lip. “I could lie and tell you it was to lie on your bed. To smell your scent. But it was a dare.”
Alex’s eyebrow rises and his lips quirk. “A dare. From who?” His hand covers my mouth as he shakes his head and a hint of laughter fills his voice. “No–Don’t tell me. It was Poppy.” The tip of my tongue peeks out between my lips and I sneak a taste of his tangy flesh. “What else did you girls get up to while on Demon’s Lair.”
“Not much.” I shake my head, “the place is heaving with male testosterone and there was always someone around. Watching.” As Alex strokes my arm, the heat of the afternoon sun teases my neck. I was willingly being seduced. “It can be pretty dull on the riverboat when there’s and embargo on where you can go.” At our enforced stay on Demon’s Lair a year ago, the excitement of living on the riverboat quickly faded from the tedium of life.
Alex rolls over me, blocking the sun as he stretches above me. “Come back to the riverboat and I promise you won’t find it boring this time.”
His fingers slip beneath my tee-shirt and goosebumps race along my spine. I yearn to say yes. To feel Alex in me. While at the same time, I don’t want to be a pushover for him–not again. “Not until you produce that piece of paper.”
“You can be dull at times, Mia.” Alex’s mouth covers mine and as his tongue invades my interior cavern, the sun slips behind a cloud and a chill which has nothing to do with my need for Alex, passes through me. Does he find me dull? The last thing I want is to be dull. The material of his cut is coarse under my touch, and I trace the embroidered outline of the demon rising out of the Mississippi. Not that you can tell it’s the Mississippi, just several squiggly lines embroidered in the shape of a wave. Alex’s hips thrust against mine and my pussy pulses in response. Alex is playing dirty and knows it. My hand wanders lower, and when I find his butt, I stroke the heave denim and mourn that it’s not his flesh I’m touching. A hunger gnaws at me. A hunger to have Alex naked. His flesh rubbing against my flesh. I groan more in frustration than in delight as I push Alex until he lies on his back. He blinks. His pupils large. His eyes dark, and I lick my lips as I find the buckle of his belt.
Alex’s fingers clamp around my wrist as I stroke the embossed rising demon buckle. “Mia.”
“I’m not a tease, Alex. I meant it when I said no sex. But it doesn’t mean no touching.”
Alex watches me, then wavers as he nods and lies back, placing his hands behind his head. His blue gaze lingers on my mouth and I lick my lips. There’s a herd of oxen pounding over my heart and my fingers shake as I free the catch at the back of the buckle, pull his zipper down, and part the material of his jeans. I blink as Alex’s long, thick cock bounces free of its confines. Unable to resist any longer, I trail the tip of my finger along the warm flesh. Exhilarated as Alex shivers beneath me. The flesh is red and angry. Swollen as blood pumps through it. The purple veins push against the translucent skin and pre-cum leaks from the tip. The heat emitting from him scorches my hand and I close my eyes, licking my lips as I wrap my fingers around the hard shaft.
“Mia.”
I open my eyes and stare directly into Alex’s intense blue gaze. The lust in his eyes has my pussy burning. Shit, Alex could be mine, but I want him to wait. Want him begging for me. Shit, if I’m not careful, I’ll be the one begging. My hand is slow as it slides up and down his flesh, and my fingers tremble as Alex watches me. His gaze steady. His silent approval adds to my confidence and I squeeze the shaft a little tighter. My movements sure as I pump, and twist the flesh then flick my thumb over the slit, spreading his seed over his flesh. Alex thrusts into my hand. As he loses eye contact with me, his neck arches back. His flesh swells beneath my touch, and his groan echoes through the air as he shoots his cum over my hand. I leave Alex panting on the ground as I stroll to the river and rinse my hand. He’s not the only one effected by the hand job. My heart is racing so hard, I’m sure it’s going to explode. The pulse in my clit throbs painfully, tormenting me in need to find my own relief. Desperate to come.
“Mia.”
“Yeah.”
“Come back here.” I turn and smile, Alex is wiping his cock with a handkerchief he must have had in his pocket. His blue eyes sparkle. “Thank you.” I shrug as I sit on the blanket. The sun is starting to dip, and I reach for the beer Alex placed near the blanket, passing one
