31. Mia
Rexlay sprawled across the bed, his large body taking up every inch of space. I lay curled up beside him, my head resting on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall, my arm draped across him. His fingers played in my hair, a gentle caress that was lulling me to sleep.
The open window let in a cool breeze that was clearing the air of sex and sweat, and helping to lower my heart rate. I could feel the thump of Rex’s beneath my ear, slowly coming back to a normal rhythm.
I didn’t even know what time it was, the day had passed by quickly in between bouts of heavy fucking and leisurely love making… with some snacks thrown in to help keep our energy up. Now, I lay replete, content to just lay in his arms and relish in the feel of his warmth beside me… the pure comfort of being next to him was jarring. I’ve spent all day in Rex’s company, and I only seemed to like him more and more. He wasn’t just a biker who rode around picking up women, which was a very real thought when I’d first seen him. He had a college education in the medical field, and sure he used it to deal with dead people, but he was smart.
The combination of brains, brawn and wit was a deadly combination. Because I liked him.
And it was playing havoc on my life. In that half-awake state where I lounged beside Rex, I imagined what my life would be like if I stayed here. I’d have to transfer my nursing degree so I could work, and the pay was definitely better here than in the UK, so finding somewhere to live and paying bills wouldn’t be an issue. If Millie was intent on staying here, we could get a place together. Dad could come and visit if he got a carer to stay with his wife for a short time, and he’d feel far better about me being here with her. I could easily rent out my apartment, it’s in a prime location so the mortgage would be covered. The little things fell into place, but the biggest thing… the main part was… would I be happy here?
My heart was telling me ‘yes.’ But my mind was stuck on the logic that I’d known him for less than two weeks. No good ever came from a holiday romance based on lust. What person in their right mind would move thousands of miles away for a guy they’d just met… except Millie, but I’d already established that my baby sister just wasn’t in her right mind half the time. Hell, she was off in a whole other world most of the time.
“You’re thinking really loudly, princess.” His chest vibrated beneath me, his fingers dug into my scalp, the massage doing its best to ease the pounding that was starting behind my eyes. “Someone who came that hard and so many times should be well rested.” Rolling me over, he leaned above me, one elbow in the pillow beside my head. “Clearly, I haven’t done a very good job.”
He loomed over me, his hair loose and hanging forward, the thick brown mane framed his face and added a savagery to his look that belied the softness in his blue eyes. The dark tattoos up both arms stretched across his chest, linking together in the middle to show the skull of the Street Kings, the crown jutting toward the dip of his throat. I traced the lines of the pattern, stroking my finger over his neck. “Trust me, you did a very good job.” He swallowed and I felt the gulp across the pad of my finger.
His eyes searched mine. “Then why the serious look?”
My mouth clamped shut and nerves swirled in my belly. Words stuck in my throat, excuses rose up, made up ideas that I could use to grab his attention, and change the subject from my thoughts that revolved around taking him up on his offer. Did his offer even still stand? It was days ago, but he’d been ignoring me, and those days of silence had created a void within me filled with uncertainty. It felt too soon to bring the subject up, and the waters needed testing before I broached that topic with him.
“I was just thinking about that guy, you know the one that Millie ID’d.” It was as if a shutter came down over his face, his body froze above me. “What?”
His head shook slightly, shaking off the seconds of stiffness. “Nothing, Sly is chasing it up, looking at CCTV, but nothing.”
“Nothing? Just nothing?” I questioned, confusion pulling at my eyebrows. A niggle of unease tried to push its way through and I squashed it back down, trusting the men to find who this stranger was.
“Just nothing so far, princess.” Rex’s head lowered, peppering kisses across my chest, the conversation finished before it had even begun, but I shoved at his shoulders, wanting—needing—to look in his eyes that were slowly being overcome with shadows.
“You’ll tell me as soon as you know who he is, right?” My brows arched in question. “Right?”
“As soon as I know anything, you’ll know,” he muttered before his breath joined mine in a promise that he was more than capable of fulfilling.