Page 8 of Lust

I cracked open the door, and walked towards him. It was as if his eyes were pulling me to him.

As I get closer, my eyes run over the rest of his tattoos. Mainly the ‘Brotherhood before laws’ tattooed around his upper chest piece. I again feel this need to run—like he is trouble and is going to hurt me.

I glanced behind him, seeing his engine on the motor stand.

“Something wrong with the car?” I asked, and he glanced back it.

“Upgrading to another curb.”

“This late in the competition?” I frown, looking at him with disbelief.

“What scared, it will give me an edge?”

I looked at him, and shake my head. “Need a hand?”

“Not having the competition working on my car.” He tilted his head. “But the real question is, why are you offering?”

I shrugged to be honest with myself the words came out, and I think it was out of habit of always taking over the build of Gabe’s cars.

His eyes ran down over me, and then lock back with my eyes for a minute then he turned and headed back to the engine block.

I had no idea how to make conversation with him. So I didn’t and I couldn’t help but notice how normal it felt and the air wasn’t awkward. I handed him the tools as he worked on the engine block.

We worked for a good few hours on the block. Not more then a few words exchanged. The only thing we did do was share a few joints between lifting the motor in and then lifting it back out, to make adjustments. The time ticked to one am and I knew I should be heading home, and Kace was obviously calling it a night, by packing up his tools.

I noticed his eyes would drop to my cleavage every time I bend over to help all night. I supposed he was a man.

Finally I was sitting on his work bench, watching him back up the spanners, when he lifted the case up and walked towards me, putting it on the bench next to me.

“I should head home.” I said, breaking our silent vow of not saying more then two words to each other.

His eyes locked on to mine and he positioned himself between my legs. His hands slowly running up my outer thighs.

Before his hands grip my ass and he drags me down the bench, towards him, till my core was positioned right near his dick.

His hand then going to my face. He touched me like I was made of glass.

“You got plans for the rest of the night darling?”

I am captivated by his eyes, the intensiveness of them, as they are locked with mine.

I slowly shake my head.

“Wanna come to the dark side for a night?”

He said come to the dark side for a night, but I felt like I was already there. His other hand moved to my back, forcing me to curl into his chest. My hands going to his shoulders.

Did I want to party with the bikers for a night? Wasn’t life just about experiences?

5

Gabe

“What can I say mate, you have this title within ya grips. If Kace doesn’t take it from you that is.” Taylor said as we stood by the car in the garage, discussing the up and coming season.

Ivory’s car pulling up behind us, made me turn around. She was up early.

“Hey Ivory!” Taylor said and frowned. “What time you start?”

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