Page 72 of Lust

So I was putting it off. Knew she wouldn’t be interested in coming with me.

“Kace?”

I pause, I had been trying to unpack some of these brown boxes. We had been here long enough to not be surrounded by brown boxes.

“Yeah?” I shout over my shoulder.

Then a hand wrapping around my chest, would have made me jump if I hadn’t heard her approaching. I was still getting used to being touched. I turned seeing Ivory, she has a small smile on her face, and she grabs my hand, pulling on me—because she couldn’t move me if she wanted to, I give and move, following her through the house.

“You know we need to get this shit sorted Ivory? We can’t keep living around boxes.”

She shoots me a look but that small smile is still on her face. She opens the front door, and my eyes widened. I see my bike. On the back of the tow truck. And it is a glorious fucking sight.

“I upgraded the motor to a hundred forty three cubic inches.” She says as I watch them unload it. “Apart from that it’s the same bike. I just couldn’t stop myself from giving it a big motor.”

I look at her, knowing she has put big twins on it and that isn’t cheap, especially when they had to be custom built into a frame that was already built.

I wrapped a hand around her waist. “You’ll keep woman.” Which is my way of saying she is forgiven, and she smirked up at me.

“Does this mean you’ll stop punishing me?” Her eyes lit up.

“Nope still got a week on that.”

She huffs. “You know you are punishing yourself just as much. No sex is torture.”

She was telling me. I was the one having to sleep next to her when she is wearing very little. Seeing her shower. Yeah she was right. Her punishment in return became my punishment.

“Now I’ve got to get changed.” Ivory pulls away from my grip.

“For?”

“Your club party.” She looks at me and my expression dropped. How did she know? “I saw your phone Kace, your prez was demanding we came. I saw my name.” She knows more than she should.

“You don’t have to. Club parties aren’t your seen.”

“I’m not that girl.” She grabs my shirt, going up on her toes. “I love both sides of you Kace Striking. So stop thinking I only want the stock car driver.” She brushes her lips on mine, looking me in the eyes for a moment before she heads inside and I’m stunned. Ivory just said she loves me. I blink. What scared me more, was she meant it—I heard that in her voice. She actually loves me. So if she loves me, why couldn’t I say the words back to her?

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Keys.Wallet. Cut on.

“Ivory, hurry up.” I say up the stairs and then hear my kryptonite. Heels. Ivory is hell on heels when she wears them. I glance up the stairs and do a double take. Her ash blonde hair is down around her breasts. She’s wearing a bright red bra and I can see it, because she is only wearing black lace over top.

“I thought you were getting dressed and not into lingerie.” I growled at her, as my eyes still drink her in. The tight black jeans, and the red heels, that match the bra. With a leather jacket over top. She comes to a stop in front of me, looking like sex on a stick. And I’m at a loss for words. Fucking hell. I was going to be in for one hell of a night keeping the boys from flirting with her, touching her—I groan internally. Tonight was meant to be a night off beers, chilling—a relaxing night at the club. Instead. I’m going to be up against every man with a dick, fuck, maybe even the women too.

51

Ivory

It was officially I was out of my depth as I walked into the clubhouse. But I pretended like I wasn’t. Kace kept a hand on me the whole time and wouldn’t even let me go to the bar on my own. I’m used to men hitting on me, but this openly when I’m with my boyfriend—yeah it shocks me every time a member makes a pass at me. Which scores him a glare from Kace. It was like Kace was expecting it. The other thing I’m not used to is, Kace being called Ace.

Every time someone shouted Ace. I didn’t think they were talking to Kace. But Kace always reacted. After a few hours of it, I sort of feel like I don’t know my boyfriend at all.

The night moves on, and Kace, or Ace as everyone kept shouting was pulled away from me. Leaving me with the club girls.

Who were drinking and surprisingly nice.

“So you and Ace?” Ginger looks at me, and has a small smile on her face. “Bet you are happy with that catch?”

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