Page 13 of Lust

“Ivory’s not like the rest of them.” I took a sip of my beer, while my eyes were on her near the fence. Didn’t want a member approaching her, thinking she was drunk and an easy lay.

“Damn straight she isn’t.” Prince agreed with me, and I saw his eyes go to her. “One of the reasons I asked her here tonight.”

“You got a crush on her mate?” I loosely grinned but was fucking nervous to hear the answer.

Prince just cracked a grin. “I’ve been trying mate but she isn’t interested in a biker.” Why did Prince saying that stir something inside me? I think it was because I was going to have the same problem. Ivory was used to men with money and no criminal record. While my money could make her go without anything, my criminal record was long and I was only going to add to it.

“You never know mate, you might be in for a chance.” I said and then filled my mouth with beer before I said another stupid thing. Ivory could have any man she wanted, she wouldn’t be interested in me or him.

“Everything alright?” Prince said when Ivory walked back to us.

She nodded her head. “Do you mind if I crash here tonight?” She asked and I have to legit stop my eyes from widening. Surely I wouldn’t get that lucky as staying at the same place as her?

“Sure, Kace has the spare room. But couch is free.” Prince says and it takes everything inside me not to punch him for making me sound like a real dick.

“She can have the bedroom.” I can’t stop myself from glaring at Prince. Acting like I would make a woman sleep on the couch and not give up the bedroom.

“Or we can share.” Ivory said and my eyes snap off Prince and on to her. Was she serious? “Just a bed, right?” She says and then takes a drink from the beer.

Prince mutters something under his breath which I don’t catch and by Ivory’s eyes on mine, she doesn’t catch it either.

“Yeah darling, just a bed.” I say back to her, and take a sip from my beer. I hoped she wasn’t planning on me keeping my hands to myself all night. And the thought of sleeping with Ivory tonight, had me not going for a refill.

8

Kace

Iwas nervous, so very fucking nervous as the party died down. The bon fire was burning down as well, and I had caught Ivory yawn numerous times for the last hour. It was after three in the morning. Prince was passed out in the yard chair. He had a few too many.

There were a few boys still laughing and joking but I was ready to call it a night. So I stood up, and kept my eyes on the bonfire preparing myself because I was fucking nervous.

“You ready for bed darling?” I still kept my eyes on the fire, not wanting to see or hear the rejection.

“I was ready an hour ago.” She replies, and I glanced back at her. She is covering her mouth with her hand, yawning again.

I put a hand out for her, at first I’m nervous I’ll be standing there looking like a dickhead until she takes my hand and relief floods me.

“Well let’s get you to bed then.” I say and my eyes are locked on our intertwined hands. She isn’t pulling away from me, I can’t help but think before I walk towards the house with the angel following. Sliding Prince’s door open, I head us for the bedroom.

Opening the guest bedroom door I let go of her hand. My eyes narrowing on the ‘spare room.’ Fucking Prince was going to be getting an ear full when he sobers up.

I turn to look at Ivory, and surprised to see a smile on her face. “Fuckin’ Prince.” I muttered and then started clearing the guns off the bed. Moving the AK’s to the other side of the room. Glancing up, to move the last one, I see Ivory’s hand wrapped around it.

Nothing sexier than a woman with a gun.

I swallowed sharply seeing her lift it up and walk it towards me.

“Darling you shouldn’t be holding that.” I say as she steps towards me. My hand grips the gun, while I can’t stop myself from running my knuckles down her bare arm.

Her blue eyes staring up at me, “And what would you do, if I turned this gun on you?” Her words were low, and I can’t stop the smirk.

I slowly back her towards the bed. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, and her breathing coming out sharply.

“Let go of the gun darling.” I whispered down at her.

She smirks and goes up on her toes. “Or?”

My other hand runs down her arm, and then spreads across her ass, gripping it. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

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