Page 40 of Lust

I need to touch her, so I lean over and take her hand, holding it over the gear stick. She glances at me with a small smile on her face. But links her fingers with mine. I can’t get enough of her and I don’t know what is wrong with me and I hoped she hadn’t realized just how much I was needing her.

After all at the party last night, all I could think of was leaving to go and see Ivory. I saw the motels booking on her apartment kitchen island. So I was always planning on surprising her with a visit. But I hadn’t planned on the after party.

At the party there was women stripping and my eyes remained on my beer the whole time. All I could think of was Ivory and I didn’t want to screw up my opportunity with her. So I left when the girls were moving on to private lap dances.

Still felt some guilt about it. But I knew Ivory was used to the after parties with Gabe. So she would know that the models lose their clothes as soon as the doors close.

From Prince’s snapchats, they were still partying.

I don’t know why, but I felt guilty about seeing those women naked last night. Fuck. To think that I used to see women naked on the daily while I was with Olivia and never gave it a second thought.

Fuck I was lucky to get a girl like Ivory. I didn’t deserve her.

So I feel myself about to do something that could put my relationship with Ivory in trouble. I was going to tell her about the women.

“Ivory?” I keep my eyes on the road.

She stops humming. I glance at her, seeing her eyes on mine.

“There was something I didn’t tell you about last night.” I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Was I just making something out of nothing? My hand shook a little, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter. And I feel Ivory squeeze my other hand.

“What about it?” She says softly with an understanding voice.

“You know I’d never let someone disrespect you?” I glanced at her, and see confusion in her eyes. “I’d never let someone straight up hurt you either?”

“Kace what are you getting at?”

“The models, you know the stock car ones?” I glance from the road to her, and see her face slowly drop of expression. “Well they were partying with us last night.”

I see her inhale sharply. “Okay. I don’t need to know anymore.”

“Nah baby you do. Nothing happened but they lost their clothes and for some fucking reason I’m feeling guilt about it.”

“Kace.” She says my name in a way that causes me to look at her. “It’s not a big deal. You are always going to have women chasing you, stripping for you.” She goes to pull her hand from mine and I clench it tighter.

“If you know that, why are you pulling away from?”

“I’m not. I just feel bad. Cause you have nothing to feel guilty over and for you to even be feeling guilty means you think I’m one of those girls.”

I frowned but had to keep my eyes on the road.

“You know the girl that is insecure.” She adds. “Just for the record, I’m not that girl. And you don’t have to feel guilty about seeing a girl naked. It’s not like you touched them. Even if you did, I wouldn’t be that mad.”

I just continue to frown. How the fuck did I get so lucky to get a girl that is not just drop dead gorgeous but is understanding about the lifestyle?

“Well for the record.” I inhaled sharply. “It doesn’t go both ways. If you touch another guy, I’ll fucking knock his lights out.”

And she bursts out laughing. “Come on Kace, don’t you want to share? I’ve always wanted a three way.”

And that makes my eyes go off the road to see if she was serious. But I couldn’t fucking tell with the grin on her face, if she was serious or joking. ‘

“Serious or joking?” I ask and look back to the road.

She leans over to me, her mouth going to my ear. “I think we could have fun with another girl in the bedroom.”

I smirk. “Nah darling, the only girl I want in the bedroom is you.”

“And that right there is why I’m not insecure.” And she kissed my cheek. Like I had just proven her point.

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