by Brair Lake
Alex’s chuckle vibrates against my throat and I close my eyes as his fingers continue to stroke me. “You’ll find my meat is just right.”
His touch makes it difficult for me to think. In my fight to ease the growing coils in my lower stomach, I push my feet into the soft carpet and watch the fan spin.
“Who do you think I am. Goldilocks?”
Alex pulls back, his gaze steady. “No. Neither are you sleeping beauty waiting to be woken.”
“How about Snow White?”
Alex caresses the flesh over my hip. Although I’m still wearing the thick dressing gown a shiver slithers through me and I melt a little. “No. You’re only going to ever have one man, not seven.” Alex nips the flesh of my shoulder. “And especially not at the same time.”
“I could be a dancing princess.”
“And I’ll follow you every night. Never telling anyone your secret.” Alex’s lips are on mine. His tongue dancing with mine as he thrust against me.
The coarse material of his jeans heightened the rough tingle zipping through me. If he was to touch my clit, I’d come all over his hand without hesitation. Then he’s pulling back.
“But you’re no princess either.”
“What am I then?” Alex’s finger trails over my forehead, then down my nose. His touch soft as he swipes it over my lips. My breath is tight in my throat as his barely touch teases my flesh. My pulse throbs when his finger hovers over the slight dip at my throat. Then his touch slips lower. When he reaches my breasts, he traces circles around the quivering flesh, and my stomach clenches. My nipple grows hard, ridged and hurt as his finger circles closer and closer to the pink nub. The blood gathers, throbbing, engorging the flesh of the nib as it aches for his touch. When he finally reaches the crest, he doesn’t touch it. He just continues to circle the hard, hot flesh and my thighs clench as the heat in my pussy grows. “Alex.”
“Um.”
“What am I?”
“Mine.” His lips are on my mouth. The kiss hard, hot and hungry. He devours me, stealing my soul, and I have no intentions of stopping him. I wanted flesh against flesh. I went in search of the hem of his tee-shirt. But as I grip the material, Alex releases my mouth and lowers his lips to my tit. His mouth hot as he suckles on the swollen tip. He nips the bud, pulling on it and the cream at my thighs thickens. Alex thrust against me and I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist, giving him the room and access, he’s searching for. Cloth against flesh heats the friction in my pussy and I gasp as I clamp my fingers on to his shoulder. I’ve been wanting this moment for five years and I didn’t want it over before it begins.
“Alex.” His mouth is muffled against my flesh and my clit throbs once more. “Want to see you naked.”
“You will.” He frees my tit and his gaze clashes with mine and my thighs clench at the hunger in his gaze. “But I need to eat first.”
“Oh, shit.” I close my eyes at the gleam in his smile and the lust in his gaze. He shuffles down my body, placing my thighs over his shoulder. His tongue torments me as it forages between my pussy lips and I jerk against the first touch. His tongue is the devil’s as it burns against me. Tasting me, tormenting me with every lick and flick he delivers. The tip teases and traces circles against my growing, throbbing clit and I hump against his mouth, seeking more, unsure what I am searching for. Heat spears through me. “Oh, Shit.” Alex’s teeth have found my clit, and he tugs on it, nipping at the swollen flesh as my body twists beneath his. Nip and sooth, his tongue plays. When it circles the small opening, I squeeze my thighs against his head as I jerk into his mouth. “Oh, Shit Alex, I’m going to come.”
Alex’s mouth finds mine and I taste myself as he slips his tongue in between my lips. There is a rustle and as Alex lowers his zipper, the opening of metal teeth echo in the room. The kiss ends. When Alex leans on his elbow and I watch him roll a latex over his cock. We were clean. I have the bill of health to show this, yet Alex still wore a condom and I smile. My smile slips when Alex leans over me, spreading my legs as he shuffles his hips. Then he is in me and my mind goes blank as he stretches me, fills me.
“Are you okay?” I nod as I thrust against his invading tool. His cock twitches and Alex brushes the damp hair away from my face. “Ready.”
I breathe in deep as I nod.
Alex shuffles. The muscles in my pussy tighten against his hard shaft. I seek and find his ass, cupping his butt cheeks as I stare into his fiery gaze. “Your cock is perfect, Alex.”
His lips twist, then he lowers his head, and his lips are on mine. As he thrust his tongue into my mouth, he thrust his cock a little deeper, then withdrew it. Each plunge he delivered, I met with a thrust of my own. The pulse in my pussy begs for release and I clench against the invading shaft. Welcoming each thrust he makes. Blood hammers in my ears. The beat of my heart hurts as it pounds against my ribs. The coils in my stomach tighten, and as I gasp, my legs give way and I buck against Alex as he surges into me. His roar echoes mine as I come around his hard, pulsing cock.
My heart still pounds, and my head continues to spins when Alex withdrew from my pussy, and in a daze, I watch him dispose the condom and walk over to the bar. He still wore his clothes, but he hasn’t bothered to pull his zipper up. When he returns, he passes me the whisky in the crystal tumbler and places the whisky bottle on the low table as he sits on the floor beside me. His hand idle as he strokes my stomach. I went to pull the dressing gown I still wore around me, but Alex stops me. “I enjoy looking at your body, Mia.” His gaze sweeps over me, and heat surfs through me. “It’s graceful and incredibly tempting.”
“When do I get to look at your body?”
“We have all night. I’m sure by morning your curiosity will be quenched.”
“I don’t know, Alex. It might take more than one night.”
Alex looks at me. His eyes have lost the gleam of lust and are steady as he watches me. “I agree, Mia. This thing between us is going to take more than a night or two.” He sips his whisky and I watch his Adam’s apple bob. “Move onto the riverboat with me.”
My heart hitches and I sit up, gulping the whisky. “I. Erm. Don’t you think it’s too soon?”
Alex pulls me closer, throwing my legs over his, stroking the flesh just above the pubic bone. “I want you, Mia, and I’d like to wake up with you beside me.”
“What about Cole?”
Alex’s fingers clench around my thigh. “Dump him. Let him play with the whores at Demon’s Lair.” Alex’s smile is feral as he looks at me. “After all, I’m sure he’ll be at home with them.”
“Cole isn’t like that. He isn’t one of you.”
“Isn’t he. How much are you willing to stake on it?”
I recall the tattoo on Cole’s arm. The ease in which he rides his bike and the way he handled Alex. “Who do you think he is?”
Alex shrugs. “I don’t know. But I’ll find out.”
“I can do that.”
“You’re mine, Mia. When I said I’m not sharing you, I meant it. Leave Cole to the whores and the club.” I nod. “We’ll collect some of your stuff on the way back to Demon’s Lair.”
“I can’t just move in like that.”
“Sure, you can.”
I shake my head. “I can’t leave Poppy on her own. Not with this stalker stuff going on. And I need to talk to Hank.”
“Things with the stalker have calmed down. It was probably just some kid who’s moved on. Besides, she’s got Data and Pond staying at her place.” Alex leers, “Hank will have to accept you’re a big girl who can do what she wants.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Now let’s get back to what you’re good at.” He leans closer as he pushes me to the floor. “Besides. I thought you wanted to see me naked.”
I reach over and push his cut free of his arms. “I do.”
Alex sniggers as his head lowers. “What’s your dirtiest fantasy.”
Chapter 16
Mia: Baton Rouge
It’s the heat of the body lying next to
me which wakes me. And as I roll onto my back, I blink and stare at the ceiling. The last time Alex and I had sex; I ran before he woke. This morning there is no running away. My body still hums from his touch, and as I wiggle, there is a slight twinge at the top of my legs. Alex had used my body insatiably during the night. Not that I’m complaining as I enjoyed every moment of it. Every touch, caress and kiss had driven me insane, making me beg for more. For Alex I was a wanton hedonist and I have no intention of running away. The slight snore coming from beside me has my stomach in knots and I glance at the body laid naked before me. My palms grow clammy as the pulse in my pussy springs to life. His dirty blond hair calls out to my fingers. The slope of his bare shoulders cry for my lips. The tapered line of his ink drenched back to his waist demands the touch of my tongue. The tattoo on his butt cheek has me smiling. Unlike TJ, who likes to prank and joke, Alex is a solemn person and to see an ink of Elmer Fudd wearing a cut and holding a gun has me shaking my head. My fingers itch to move the bed sheet lower as it rests below the tattoo. Alex and I were lovers before, yet this is the first time I have seen and studied his nakedness. The buzz of my cellphone stops me from perusing Alex any further and I scramble out of bed as I scan the room for my purse. Finding it on a chair near the window.
Cole’s face flashes at me as the cell continues ringing and I glance at the bed. Another snore fills the room and as I answer the call, I open the glass doors and stop onto the balcony. The street is alive with traffic and people scurrying about their daily business.
“Cole.”
“Morning, Mia. Look, I owe you an apology for abandoning you yesterday. How about we meet up for breakfast?”
My stomach twists as I half listen for Alex shuffle on the bed and close the glass door for a little privacy. “I can’t make it, Cole.” I close my eyes as I turn my face to the sky. I blame the heat of the sun for the red hue blanketing my cheeks.
“If you’re pissed about yesterday. I can make it up to you.”
Pissed, I am in a state of post sex euphoria and I haven’t thought of Cole since I walked into the hotel with Alex. “I’m not in Noir Valley.”
The line falls silent, then Cole’s voice is at my ear. “Where are you?”
“Baton Rouge.”
“Maybe we could have dinner when you get back. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
I lick my lips. Cole is unaware of my budding relationship with Alex. He needs to hear it from me before it hits Noir Valley’s grapevine. “I’ll call you when I get back.”
“Mia.”
“Yeah.”
“I am sorry about last night. Shit, you’ve got to let me make it up to you.”
“There’s nothing to make up for. I’ll see you when I return to Noir Valley.” I end the call before Cole answers and as I open the door to the suite, Alex is sitting on the bed. His gaze on me as I stroll into the room.
“Who was the call from?”
“Cole.”
Alex frowns as he rises and scratches behind his ear. “What did he want?”
“Breakfast.” My gaze drops to his hardening cock and I lick my lips. Cole is not the only one who wants breakfast.
“Did you tell him you were too busy for breakfast?”
I shrug, “kinda. I told him I was here.”
On his way to the bathroom, Alex halts then turns to look at me. “Did you tell him you were with me?”
“No.” Alex’s coldness sends a chill through me. “When are we returning to Noir Valley?”
“After breakfast. I’ve a job to do.”
I follow Alex into the bathroom and watch as he steps into the corner shower. My gaze glances over to the tub. I would love one more soak in that monstrosity, especially with Alex. My gaze shifts to the shower and slipping the bathrobe off, I join him as the robe forms a pool on the floor.
Alex smiles, welcoming me with open arms and his lips meet mine. The shower cubical is not large and soon Alex’s lips slip from mine to slide down to my throat as his fingers glide up my spine and a sigh escapes me as I arch my throat back and thrust my hips against his. Alex’s chuckle does nothing to ease the growing ache in my pussy and when his lips latch onto my breast a gasp escapes me. During the night, Alex has taken me to that place known as the little death, and as he suckles on my breast, his mouth hot, his tongue teasing the puckering crest, my mind goes blank. I want to taste Alex. To lick the droplets of water from his flesh as they slide down his back. But Alex denies me this pleasure as he lowers his body and kneels before me. His nose brushes against my pubic bone and my legs spread. He hooks my knees over his shoulders and a loud gasp escapes me as his tongue swipes over my sensitive flesh. His fingers gentle as he kneads the flesh of my ass cheeks while his tongue flickers and teases my throbbing clit.
“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 bath
room 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 important, I wouldn’t go. Just be there when I return.”
Chapter 17
Alex – On the highway Louisiana.
I love riding the roads. The freedom to breathe and think as we hit the highways and country roads. The night is clear, giving us no reason to use a motel. When I spot the small campsite; I signal to pull in. Once the campfire is burning, Bastian and Oyster pull out their bedrolls and settle in front of fire. The crackle of burning wood with its bright flames fill the field with a shimmering amber and gold glow. TJ has taken himself off and is chatting with one of the new prospects. Day and Leon have remained in Noir Valley and Kit has returned to New Orleans to visit one of the brothers. I grab a beer from the cooler and stroll to the edge of the group. Now I was no longer on the road, my fingers itch, and my feet refuse to remain still, and I find myself pacing the perimeter of the makeshift campsite, watching the revelers, but not taking part in the party. My hand slips into my pocket and I pull out the burner. We’re on a run, and the cell I have with me must be twenty years out of date. As simple as it is, it still works. Data had found several of these old models at a garage sale, retrieved them, and managed to get them up and running again. After this run, we’ll dump them. The number I want to ring, I know by heart, but a glance at my watch tells me there’s no use in ringing just yet.