Page 37 of Lust

“Gabe, head to the hotel and get a good night sleep and we can talk game plan for the next race.” I yawned, and he just shot me a dirty look.

I sighed, seeing his mood wasn’t going to improve now. He honestly thought that Kace was out to get him and what Olivia had done, had only made the feud worse. So I grabbed my keys and I walked to my car. I was exhausted, it had been one hell of a day. Legit. From the confrontation at the beginning of the day.

I hadn’t seen Kace again, and I hated to admit but I had missed being with him.

So I headed for the motel, and I knew Kace wouldn’t be there because he had a penthouse apartment paid for by his sponsors. So he wouldn’t be giving that up for some cheap motel. The reason I had picked a cheap motel was so I would be left alone from men from the races. The fans always booked the same place as the racers—so I knew I was heading to a fan free zone.

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A knocking on my door,made me groan, and roll over. I glanced at the clock it was after two in the morning. God. Who was it?

I dragged myself up to my feet, and walked towards the door. Unlocking the dead lock and I opened the door.

“Babe.” Kace grinned, and his one word was loud to my ears.

“You’ve been drinking.” I state a fact.

“Celebrating the win babe.” Kace’s grin doesn’t dampen.

I shake my head. “And the reason you are here?”

“To claim my prize.” And he steps into the room, gripping me by my ass and lifting me up in the air. “I’ve been trying to get away all night.”

“Babe you do realize it’s two in the morning,” I bring my hands to his neck.

He leans forward. “Like I said all night I’ve needing to claim my prize all night.” He nips my jaw. And kicks the door shut behind him. His lips on mine, as he continues to kiss me, slowly lowering me to the bed.

He pulls away to take his t-shirt off and my eyes ran over those detailed dark tattoos. Like the words King Deceivers his club mark, tattoos in arch over his abdominals. Ink running up his sides, his chest piece, my eyes hovered over the spare place in his chest piece, where he would get her name. A feeling stirs within me. Could I be her? Or I was I just a fling?

My mind is distracted when he grips my lingerie dress and takes it off, dropping it to the ground. His lips are back on mine, and he lowers me back down towards the bed. Kissing down my neck, and I close my eyes, loving every second of his touch.

His hands grip my breasts and then run down my stomach, one hand going lower, till he hits the magic spot.

I’m awake now, especially as he lowers himself down the bed, his mouth going between my legs.

“Kace, I thought I was meant to be your prize.” I gasp as he sucks the right spot. He doesn’t stop, instead he sinks two fingers deep into me, keeping a pattern going, being the sucking and the slow fucking by his fingers, I’m losing control. My hands clenching the bed sheets. He stops for a second, to blow on me, and I shiver. Please don’t stop.

And then he slowly licks me in a circle, sending delight through my body. My legs slowly shaking.

“Kace.” I gasp, my hands going to his hair, and he doesn’t stop. My back arches, and the pace of his fingers picks up, and building me up—and then my eyes clench shut as I finish, and I call out his name, and I finish for the first time in my life by oral sex.

I don’t even finish riding the waves of the orgasm as he sinks into me, causing me to go stiff, as I’m sensitive.

“It’s okay darling, I’m going to be slow, till you’re ready.” He then kisses my cheek, like I’m a fragile doll.Hisfragile doll.

I slowly adjust to him, and then he keeps the pattern up, slowly fucking me—until I’m ready for more and when I start meeting his thrusts, he knows I want it harder.

“That’s my girl.” He says down at me, with a prideful grin on his face. And I feel something bloom in my heart, his girl. That was exactly what I wanted to be. His. God had I lost my mind?

24

Ivory

Idon’t know how long we fuck for, how many times he changes up the position. All I know is come this morning, my body is aching. Full on aching. I lay on Kace’s arm not wanting to wake up.

I sneak a look at Kace, to see he is still asleep. My fingers trace his chest tattoo. I need to head back home. But I’m exhausted, and the four hour drive ahead of me, isn’t appealing. I yawn and sit up. God was it even possible to ache in all these places?

I cringe as I move to the edge of the bed.

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