“I’ll find out soon, Alex. You’ll not be able to keep her on the riverboat all the time. I heard about her attempted escape.” Delaney’s voice follows us.
“Alex.”
“Shit, Mia. I’m sorry.” Mia is at the bike. Her helmet swinging in her hands as she watches me. Unable to look at her, I pace and glance down the road. Neither Delaney nor his men have followed. I rub my hand through my hair, “shit. I’ve fucked up.” Mia is close and when she touches me, I flinch, then the pent-up air leaves my body on a whoosh. “Sorry.” I look up at the sky. “Shit,” the sun mocks me as it shines.
“Alex.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
“You shouldn’t have seen that.”
“And he shouldn’t have spoken in that manner.” Mia glances down the alley. “Do you think he was there when Jo-Leigh died.”
I shrug. “He was in prison. Besides, Delaney isn’t the sort to get his hands dirty.”
“Then he never touched Jo-Leigh.”
“No. But someone did.” Mia steps closer and as she wraps her arms around me, mine hang loosely at her waist while my thumb strokes the flesh beneath her top. Her warmth comforts me. The anger easing out of me, and I kiss her forehead. “Don’t go anywhere on your own.”
“I won’t.” Mia slips her hand beneath my shirt. Her touch gentle as she strokes my stomach and once more my blood sings in me. She leans in close. her fingers on the catch to my jeans. “I owe you.”
“Mia.” She slides to her knees and I check the alley. We are on our own and the metal click of the zipper as it slides down is bliss to my ears. As she shuffles my jeans over my ass, I step back, leaning against the wall. “Are you sure?”
Her breath tickles my flesh as she bares my dick and nuts to the breeze of the afternoon air. “If I wasn’t. I wouldn’t be doing this.” Her fingers tease me as she frees me. Her grip firm as she strokes my shaft. “Anyway. We’ve a long journey back.” Mia leans in. Her giggle a torment to my aching cock. “And we don’t want you tense on the ride. Do we?”
“I wasn’t tense until you started playing with my dick.”
“Tell me to stop and I will.” Mia’s tongue swipes against my aching gorging flesh and blood pounds through me.
“You know I won’t tell you to stop.”
Her tongue takes another swipe over my flesh and a shudder runs through my body. When she slips my cock into her mouth, I wind my fingers through her hair and as she kisses the tip, my thighs clench. She slips the bulbus head into her mouth. Her tongue torture as she teases the slit. Each suck has me going in a little deeper. The blood pounds harder in my dick as it echoes in my ears. Her fingers find my balls. As she sucks, her tongue swirl over my flesh.
“Shit, Mia. I’m going to explode. Down your throat or on your face. But I need to come.”
Mia relaxes her throat, and I slip in a little further. As I hold her face close to me, I grip her hair. My body shuddering as I come. My sperm slides down her throat and I kiss the top of her head. I want to weep at the relief and serenity I found in Mia’s hands.
“Thank you.”
I am a maelstrom of emotions. Mia's mouth had given me a temporary relief. Now I am away from her, Delaney’s taunts torment once more. I glance at the deserted five-mile circular dirt road, which makes it an ideal temporary racetrack. The power of the bike, the wind around me and the freedom to go at top speed begins to seduce me as I crave the freedom I will find as the bike roared over the track. I was here to face my competition, Cole Johnson. I glanced over to the journalist. My opponent in the upcoming two-man race, and watch him as he chats with Kit as he checks his bike over. Adrenaline swamps through me. I've waited long enough for this race with my faux foe, and he is going to lose.
“You have Mia,” Leon said.
I turn to the club’s Sergeant at Arms, and smile, “it won't hurt him to lose a race. After all, he's won his last five.”
Leon shakes his head as he chuckles, “So it's about masculine pride. Not the delectable Mia. They do appear to be pretty close.”
My smile slips as I scowl at the biker. “They’re working on a story.”
Leon’s eyebrow rises and his smirk pours fuel on to my adrenaline blood pumped body. “What story?”
“Something to do with the new housing project.”
“So, it's not jealousy that has you throwing daggers his way.”
I shrug. Mia is mine. Over the last few weeks while I worked or we were in the saloon, I've watched Cole. He spends his free time with either the whores, Copper or Neat. When Mia is with me, there are no sly glances between them. I study Cole, who sensing my scrutiny glances my way. Although his lips are set straight, he acknowledges me with a stiff wave. I'm not the only one feeling animosity. There are times I catch Cole watching me. His gray eyes like steel as he studies me. I've ransacked my memory. I don't remember meeting him before he hooked up with Mia. Shit, I've copies of my old work files from when I practiced law and his name is not amongst them.
“Ever think we’ve come across Cole before?” I ask.
Leon glances over to the journalist and after watching him as he talks to Copper, he shakes his
