Page 4 of Lust

I don’t run like I should. Instead I extend my joint to him. He looked at it and then me before taking it.

“Do I wanna know what has a girl like you smoking a joint?” he says and I pick up on his tone this time. Like he is frustrated and needs someone to take it out on. Perhaps that was why he was on our side of the practice course. He came looking for a fight with Gabe. Little did Kace know that Gabe took after Kace’s woman moments ago.

“A girl like me?” I say and he looked back at me, like my words had captivated him. “You keep saying that, but I have no idea what you mean by it.” I add.

He looked me in the eyes, and again I see hollowness. “A pretty, perfect Henderson.” He spits the words out and still has my joint between his fingers, looking at it, he then looked at me. “Who dealt you this?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes it fucking does.” He throws my freshly lit joint on the ground, stomping on it. “Because if it was one of my dealers, I’ll fucking cut your supplier.”

“Because I’m a pretty, perfect, Henderson?” I quote his words and turn to face him fully, pushing myself away from the garage wall. “Kace.” I say his name and his eyes snap to mine. “Grow the fuck up.” I then go to walk around him, only for him to grab my arm.

“What did you say to me?”

“Grow. The. Fuck. Up.” I speak each word singerly and loud. I pulled my arm from his grasp. “God you would think no one has said that no to you before.”

“No one has.” And why did his eyes just darken and it wasn’t with rage? His eyes drop to my lips. “Do you know how many times your brother has kissed my fiancé?”

I frown. “So? Have a word with Gabe not me.” Just saying Gabe’s name, sends rage across his face.

He gripped my hips, and backed me back against the garage wall. His eyes still on my lips.

I know where this is going and I need to be the one to remind him of what is happening. “What about your fiancé Kace?” I said, and his eyes darted off my lips and on to my eyes. “You thinking of Olivia right now? Because she sure as hell won’t take too kindly to you kissing me.”

Emotions and I can’t explain them, spread across his face before he dips his head, his eyes still locked on mine. “I don’t know whether I want to hurt him or her right now.”

“How about neither?” I say and push on his chest, to get him to back away but he doesn’t. Instead he stands to his full height, dominating over my five foot nothing.

“You saying you don’t want me to kiss you?” He tilted his head to the side and I don’t think there was one woman, who didn’t want Kace Striking to kiss them after locking eyes on him. He was that type of man, he just lured you in. Perhaps it was the fact he stood for everything you wanted but couldn’t have or the fact you could never tame him.

I don’t know but my hesitation gives him an answer and his lips are rough against mine but it is the type of roughness you want. He is firm, demanding, hard and every part of me loved it. My hand went to his hair, and the moan that escapes my lips I’m not proud of.

Then he pulls back a smirk on his face. “Think I got my answer.”

“To?” I say breathless.

“If you are worth the trouble that comes with you.”

I blinked not understanding and he gives me a wink before walking off.

Leaving me breathless, speechless and really damn confused.

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A pairof fingers clicked in front of my eyes and I come back to the moment. “What Gabe?” I pretend like I’m with the moment when I’m not. My mind was elsewhere. It was on fucking Kace Striking. My mind continued to go back to the night Kace kissed me.

“What’s with you?” Gabe looks at me like an alien has taken over my body. “You are always switched on with the car, but right now you aren’t listening.”

He runs a hand over his blond hair and I can’t help but think he was right. I’ve been distracted lately. I’ve been doing most things on autopilot.

I inhaled and came back to the moment. “Okay. What were you saying?”

Gabe being Gabe, pointed a finger at me, shaking his head. “Who is he?” he asked the question that sends my expression to the floor. Oh my god, was I that transparent! When Gabe gets an idea in his head, it takes everything for him to shake it. Usually in fact, he doesn’t drop it until he gets to the bottom of it.

“Cough up a name little sister.” He adds.

I can’t even form words. I just stare at him—speechless.

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