“Cole.”
“He’s busy. If he wants female company, I’m sure TJ can find him someone.”
I glance towards the riverboat. There’s a chain across the gangplank, closing off access to the public while they prepare her for the tour Firebird and Mal have arranged. After the tour, she’ll be sailing for the night. “I don’t have a change of clothes with me.”
“We can call in your place after we’ve been for a ride.”
“What about the party?”
Alex’s smile deepens. “I’m beginning to think you’re trying to avoid me.”
Avoid him. Bells clang in my head as I contemplate on taking the next step in my relationship with the biker and lick my lips as I glance around. Eve and the other women have disappeared. Cole has abandoned me and the man I yearn for. The one who heats my body stands in front of me, offering me the one thing I want. I grab my purse from the ground, slip the envelope which burns the flesh of my hand, inside and nod at Alex. “I’ll meet you at your bike in five.”
My stomach is wayward as it churns as Alex sits on his bike waiting for me. This isn’t my first time with the biker. I’ve touched and tasted his flesh. Fuck, it was only twenty-four hours ago I held his cock in my hand while pumping him to an orgasm.
“Do you want me to give a message to Cole?”
I turn to Poppy and shake my head. “I’ll send him a text.”
As I step towards Alex, Poppy’s voice stops me. “Mia.”
“Yeah.”
“Have fun.”
Have fun. The words reverberate around my head as I walk towards the blond biker. We’re going for a ride. I know how that ride is going to end. I flex my fingers around the strap of my purse. My pussy is on fire and the coils in my stomach pull at the cords in my throat. Blood pulses through me and I take a deep breath. It wouldn’t do for Alex to know how eager I am for him to have me naked as he torments my flesh and body. To have him thrust into my hungry body. As I reach him, he hands over a helmet and I slip it on. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Chapter 15
Mia: Baton Rouge
After dismounting from the bike, I glance at my watch. It’s two hours since we left Noir Valley and the party. The ache in my back a rude reminder Alex only stopped once for a quick pit stop and as I stretch my body, my gaze wonders over the hotel. The lack of luggage we have, taunts me. “Alex.”
“Yeah.”
“Why are we at the hotel?”
Alex shrugs, “I thought we’d have something to eat.”
“Eat. Shit, I wish you’d said something at Noir Valley before I had my fourth burger.” I glance at the four-storey hotel with its large beige and red canopy over the double glass doors at the top of the six, wide steps. The doorman smiles as a young man approaches Alex, accepting his bike keys from him. My eyebrows rise at this gesture as I’ve never seen Alex hand his keys to his prize possession over to anyone before. “Alex. I’m not dressed to eat in a place like this.” I run my hand through my hair. Not only is it flat from the helmet, I had let it dry on its own in the sun after my swim. “We should have called at my place first so I could have washed and changed.”
Alex slips his hand to my waist as he guides me up the steps. “You’re perfect as you are. Mia. Earth and sex. Just as a woman should be.” Alex left me in the lobby while he ambled over to the reception desk, signed in and accepts a set of room keys. Alex has brought me to Baton Rouge to have sex. I smell my own musty aroma as I warm to the knowledge that before the night is over, I will have had Alex in me once more. A shiver trembles through me and I lick my suddenly dry lips as I watch the man responsible for my dirty thoughts saunter towards me.
It’s not until we reach the elevator, I find my voice. “You’ve booked a room.”
Alex nods. “You can have a bath while we wait for our food.”
“I’m not hungry.” My stomach rumbles and Alex raises an eyebrow. I’m unsure if the butterflies in my stomach are from hunger or knowing Alex and I will soon be lovers.
I’ve never been invited to a hotel room in the middle of the day without luggage, and as I stand beside the busboy in the elevator, a smile plays at the corner of my lips as I study his reflection on the steel elevator doors. His gaze bland as his face remains passive. When he leads us to our suite, Alex tips him, and I watch him until he reaches the elevator.
“Do you think he thinks I’m a hooker?”
“You can pretend to be one if you want.”
I step into the suite and look around. The window is open, and a cool breeze fills the room. As I stare at the bed in the center of the room. It is huge. run my hand over the deep blue satin bedspread and I find it hard to breathe.
“Why don’t you take a bath?”
Engrossed in the bed my gaze flashes towards Alex who
