Page 115 of Tracking Luxe

She knew the MC life, how the men used women and discarded them just as fast. Groupies, sweet bottoms, bitches, hangarounds, whatever you wanted to call them, they were easily used women and plenty of them. A hoard hung around Jamie’s club regularly.

Her logic knew all this and still that fucking spike of jealousy pierced into her brain demanding attention.Dios. Drop it.

“It’s you I’m a fucking monster for, to get back inside you every goddamn hour of the day and night. You don’t even know, Luxe. No other woman comes close andYES, I wanted to rid you from my system with her, I didn’t think I had a chance with you after what I’d done. I was goddamn drunk and missing you like a fucking open wound, I wanted you, hungered for you and I couldn’t stand it feeling like I’d fucked up too much.”

Hurt, deep and strong plowed into her. “You’re an asshole.” Anger filled her eyes as she tugged her arm from Grinder’s grip.

“Jesus Christ.”

“After all the chest beating you did because of Jamie, you do this.”

Nathan growled, eyes narrowed. “Don’t put his damn name in this conversation right now, Luxe.”

“Jamie. Jamie.Jamie!” She goaded.

The kitchen door opened and a dark head appeared. “Get the fuck out, prospect.” Nathan hissed sending the man packing.

“How many weeks ago was it?”

“I don’t fucking know. A few. I was drunk.”

Stupid, really. To assume she was the only one. Amid all his insisting he wanted to make up for kidnapping her, that he wouldn’t be spending time with others.

She’d liked hearing how special she was, all the begging, so much begging, it turned her on, turned her inside out, to hear him detailing the lewd things he wanted to do to her, feeling it affect her. She’d never been spoken to the way Nathan spoke, like he had no filter between his cock and mouth and she’d liked it. More than that, she’d needed it.

Now she wasn’t feeling so special if he’d been spreading his special dirty sauce all over.

“Are you really angry over this? I know I can do dumb shit, but I didn’t fuck anyone else.”

“You wanted to.”

“So, I’m to be punished for something I didn’t do before we were even anything?”

Everything about this felt wrong, felt cold inside and she hated the emotions that tackled her, made her shaky. He tried to take her arms again, tried to pull her into his chest and truth be told that’s the only place she wanted to be, but not while she felt anger for something so fucking unnecessary, but no one said a woman had to make fucking sense. She was well within her constitutional female rights to throw whatever temper tantrum she wanted to right now and the law would be on her side.

Because stupid man doing stupid things would always lose.

Luxe huffed and shook her head, disappointed when she didn’t really have a leg to stand on with this. He had been a free agent, he could have slept with a hundred Dani’s.

“Yes, you are,” she told him, nose in the air, eyes blazing. “Now I’m going home and don’t you follow me.”

“For fucks sake, Luxe.” His head hung down on his thick neck. God, he was so handsome and she wassoangry.

“How would you feel, Nathan? Switch places. I wanted to get you out of my head, and I was conveniently drunk, shitty excuse by the way, and a sexy guy was coming onto me, and I think, hey, I know how to stop thinking of Nathan, and I hop on him.”

His growl was felt in her stomach.

She went on. Holding his dark tumultuous gaze. “Keep in mind you and I are not dating, you have no claim on me other than a handful of times we’ve used each other.”

“Ineverfucking used you.”

“No, you didn’t.” She agreed quietly. He’d gave and gave and gave to her.

“I would kill a man for touching you.”

“But not me? It’s me who wants this guy, wants his hands and mouth all over me, to stop thinking of your hands and mouth. It’s me who climbs all over-----”

“Luxe, for the sake of my fucking sanity stop fucking talking.” With his hands braced on the table, his back bent over he heaved in air rapidly and she felt sorry for goading him. It was what her temper did, she fired in all directions not caring where the bullets landed.

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