“Alex.”
Alex stands, and when his lips find mine, I taste my own musk. As our tongues parry, he parts my legs a little further. Then he is in me. Filling me and I welcome every ripple of his cock over my pussy muscles as he surges into me. My climax doesn’t take long to rise, and soon my body shudders around Alex’s cock as he gasps in my ear. His own body trembling beneath my fingers.
Breakfast is a late, quick and quiet affair and because we have no luggage, we are on the road for just gone eleven. As we hit the highway, zooming in between the traffic, Baton Rouge is soon behind us. The events of the night before take an unrealistic turn. If I didn’t have my arms around Alex and his aroma teasing me as we ride back to Noir Valley, I think I would have believed last night, and this morning had never happened. As we ride, the trees and the road merged into one a blur. When he pulls into the parking lot of a roadhouse, I’m grateful for the opportunity to stretch my legs. There are several bikes parked outside the building and as we enter, I recognize several cuts and a few of the bikers. Alex leads me to an empty table in the far corner, then turns to the bar, returning shortly with a couple of beers. My gaze sweeps the room. It’s after midday and it’s busy. Whisky Blues fills the air, and a couple of young women dance around the jukebox. A couple of bikers play pool on the only pool table available and several bikers sit around the bar. Alex and I are ignored by them.
“Is your job here?”
Alex takes a swig of his beer as he shakes his head. His smile sends the pulse in my pussy crazy. “I just wanted to spend some time with you before we returned to Noir Valley.”
“We could have stayed at the hotel a little longer.”
Alex chuckles. “Timings crap, Mia. I’d love to spend the next few days in bed with you. But luck would have it. I’m on a run for a few days.”
“Is this your way of saying. It was good, but it’s over.”
Alex raises his beer halfway to his lips and as his brows scrunch, he places the bottle back on the table. “No. I’m away for three days. On my return, we pick up where we left off in the shower.”
I lick my lips. My stomach churns at Alex’s probing gaze. As much as I fantasied about the large tub, the shower had been short of space. Our bodies pressed close together, and the pleasure given to me by Alex had left me gasping for breath and my legs weak. “Cole’s asked me out for dinner.”
“When.”
“Tonight.”
Alex nods as he rises from his seat. “Tell him it’s over. And while I’m away. Tell NOLA Boy it’s over. I’ll be back in a moment.”
I watch Alex stroll into the bathroom and a biker with sandy hair and wearing a Devil’s Comfort cut, follows him.
“They’ll be a couple of minutes. Mind if I join you.” I glance up at the dark-haired woman. I’ve seen her hanging around Demon’s Lair on the odd occasion, but we’ve never met, and I nod. “Are you Alex’s Ol’ lady?”
I sip of my beer, smiling into the bottle. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m Mia.”
“Yvette and yeah, I’m Twiggy’s Ol’ lady.”
“Are you on your way to Noir Valley?”
“No. We’re heading for Comfort Springs.”
I glance at the bathroom door. “You ever think they ever do anything spontaneous?”
“Twiggy does. But we are on the road a lot.”
“Bumping into Alex wasn’t an accident.”
Yvette shrugs. “I doubt it.” Yvette tilts her head. “Alex must trust you, Mia. Otherwise he wouldn’t have brought you on this trip.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Maybe I’m a useful decoy.”
Yvette shakes her head. “No. Usually they come alone.” Yvette’s brown gaze stares into me and I shuffle in my seat. “The wrong information. Even if it’s a slip of the tongue, in the wrong company can mean trouble. Like I said, Alex must trust you.”
Before I can answer, the bathroom door opens, and Alex heads our way. “Hello ladies. One more drink, then we hit the road.”
Alex keeps to his word; we have one drink with Twiggy and Yvette, then hit the road again. Alex stays on his bike as he parks outside Poppy’s home, and I dismount. As I hand him the helmet, he drags me close to his body. The kiss is long and hard, leaving me gasping for air. As I inhale deeply, he shuffles in his jacket pocket and hands me a key. “There’s no need to pick the lock this time. Be on the riverboat with your stuff when I return in three days.”
The key twists in my hand, warming my palm. “Alex.”
Alex places a finger on my lips. “If this run wasn’t
