Page 10 of Lust

I was lucky because my heart wasn’t involved. I had learnt early not to get emotional invested when it came to men.

But when Kace didn’t take a step away from me but to me—I got nervous. Especially when his hand went to my cheek.

“I respect you more than that.” His words were solemn, and I watched as his eyes drop to my lips. Before looking me back in the eyes. “I respect all women, however you rank higher in my eyes then a club girl.”

I frowned.

“You are driven, you go for what you want and even though you’ve had an upbringing where you wanted for nothing. You aren’t a perfect pretty Henderson—like I said you were.”

My eyes remained locked with his. “And how would you know, we’ve had three conversations.”

His large hand took mine, and he lifted it up. “Because a perfect pretty Henderson wouldn’t be covered in motor grease.” His eyes were on my hand, which was covered in grease, so much so, it smudged on his hand.

“Big deal. I have some grease on my hands.” I went to snatch my hand away but his hand linked with mine.

“You’re loyal.” He states looking me in the eyes again. “Even though your brothers are a class wankers, you don’t go against their wishes.” He began backing me up. It took three steps till my ass hit the bench. He unlinked his hand with mine, and placed both hands on my hips.

I wanted to tell him to get his hands off me. But I didn’t. Instead I inhaled sharper as he lifts me up and then placed me down on the bench. It mirrors the image where he had the other night, only for me to use an excuse to leave.

Kace isn’t much of a talker. I had worked that much out. So when he slowly leans forward, I don’t push him back as teeth nip my bottom lip.

He was waiting for me to follow through on my word, and tell him no. But I don’t. Instead I let him kiss my lips slowly.

My lips move back against his and I enjoy every second of it. Till finally I grip his leather cut, that stands against everything my family believes in. The laws, the rights of society—Kace and his club stood against all that.

I pushed him back. Knowing I was only feeding his thrill of chasing me, to hurt my brother.

“Kace. Stop.” I grit out. Taking uneasy breathes in. “I won’t let you use me.” And then I saw a tint of rage in his eyes. As if I had insulted him to the core. I then shake my head, not wanting to read into it. “I’m sorry, but this—whatever it was, is over.” I state the words clearly but as he looked me in the eyes I doubt my decision.

His mouth goes to my ear. “Babe, this is just the beginning not the end.” And then he pulls back. I see the determination in his eyes. I’m still breathing sharply as I watch him walk backwards away from me. “I’ll be seeing ya.” He adds then turns walks away. Leaving me wondering what the hell I had done to encourage his interest.

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The crowdthat came with the races, was always intimidating. Especially when the VIP’s are shown the cars. I was busy ignoring the crowds that swallowed the garages and my eyes were on the car as people posed with it to have a photo.

To say it was irritating to see people touch your pride and joy was an understatement.

Still I had control over my inner need to throttle these people as they posed with my car.

Kace’s car was set up next to ours, and him and Gabe were busy signing autographs. When I saw someone go to lift Gabe’s bonnet up. Fuck that. You never do that to a NASCAR! I stormed towards him.

“Do you mind?” I snapped and pushed the bonnet back down. I looked the man up and down, and saw the challenge arise in his eyes.

“Do you?” He snapped back at me. “Aren’t the models meant to be entrainment purposes purely?” He added, and I understood where he got that impression. I was dressed in Gabe’s colours and sporting a large eight on my back. It wasn’t my fault that the mechanics department got my size smaller than needed.

I knew I should have taken Gabe up on his offer to wear his old shirt instead of this top, right about now, as the man’s eyes dropped to my breasts.

“Piss off would ya?” I crossed my arms over my breasts, feeling very uncomfortable.

“She looks scared boys, doesn’t she.” The man and his friends who clearly had never heard the word no before, surrounded me.

“You’ll be looking scared in a minute.”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up—hearing that voice.

“You boys get off scaring women?” Kace was right behind me, I could feel him in my personal space. As his hands landed on my hips, and he remained positioned behind me. “What got no guts now that your speaking to a male?”

Again my body shivers, and the men took a step back, but then Kace saw it and so did I—the man’s eyes drop to my breasts, as soon as put my arms down.

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