Page 17 of Tracking Luxe

Breathing hard, he put an inch of space between them, his fingers dug into her spine, her groin plastered to his, she would feel how affected he was, there was no hiding the pipe in his jeans.

Red stained her cheeks. His first captive victim looked lovely.

“Passage for my escape paid.” Her smoky voice was a match to his torch paper.

Fuck. Fuck.

He had to shove his hands into his pockets by force and pace away, facing the window to calm the hell down, not that his rock-hard dick listened, he watched cars pulling in and driving away, dirty little hook-ups with prostitutes and affairs probably, but it was the woman behind him who held his attention.

Listening to her breathing, and then grab her bag, she eyed him warily as if testing his word.

He wasn’t going to stop her even if his fucking mind screamed him to. Even as he ached to wrap her slim body in his arms and ask for her to give him a chance. Looking at the thief, with her gleam of something broken behind her eyes, she was about a buck twenty dripping wet wearing a coat of bricks, and still her spine stiffened like steel as if she was a seven-foot sumo wrestler ready to defend, watching her shoulders push back and up, her stare was razors and a mouth that was challenging him. Grinder laughed inside his own head. Fuck, how could he find it so sexually attractive to the point he could feel the rush of his own blood? A pissed off woman wasn’t usually a box he’d check off at a sex house for what tickled his dick.

“As soon as I get back home I’ll look for your chain. I know where to send it.” She told him and he nodded briefly.

What else could he say? Something stupid like;please don’t go? Let me try this thing again, let me make it up to you.But he wouldn’t. Maybe she’d call the cops, maybe she wouldn’t, either way he was screwed and not the good wet dick kind.

Nothing about this had been right.

He had more of his Pop in him than he first thought.

Luxe took a tentative step, eyeing him. Grinder’s jaw twitched.

Taking a step out of her way, he nodded to the door.

“Luxe?”

Another step, her hand on the doorknob, she swerved her gorgeous body, the tight jeans molded to her legs and the cascade of hair almost at her butt caught back in her red and black bandana, she was so fucking badass his mouth flooded moisture.

“I paid the room up until the end of the week.” It wasn’t what he wanted to say.

I’m sorry, I fucked up, can we start this again?

Her brow arched. “I won’t be back. See you around,hombre loco.”

The dirty rotten thief dared to smile and wink.

Grinder laughed watching her leave. Any other time a woman talked to him that way, with a thick lust coating her tongue, he would have bent her over and made her apologize.

CHAPTER SIX

“The pity party was going strong. Gift bags are at the door.” – Preacher

Grinder’s chest was still on fire more than a week later. He’d run through the gambit of name calling while falling into a bottle of whiskey and when he ran out he offloaded this shitstorm onto Preacher’s shoulders knowing his buddy would have a lot to say on the matter, his own hunched up around his ears, he’d waited for the gavel to fall.

And fall it did.

The big fucking idiot laughed his ass off until tears dotted his eyes.

Grinder almost reached out and smacked him in the mouth.

“I didn’t know you were that hard up for a lay, bro.” Preacher continued to laugh.

It had taken a crowbar and a ten-minute summing up in fucking court to get Preacher to leave the house for once and come for a beer. The former asshole who had loved a drink and a few waitresses on the side was now a family man and while Grinder was happy for the big knucklehead, he needed bro time to make sense of his fuck up. “Don’t act so fucking superior, shitbag, you’ve been married five minutes, you ain’t no damn expert.” He grumbled into his drink, brows so far down on his forehead they almost blended into his beard.

He should’ve kept his trap shut.

“Aww, don’t be sulking, Daisy,” cajoled his buddy, a smirk present in his tone. “I mean haven’t we all been there when we just had an urge to toss a chick in the back of a car and tie her up for two days. Usually it involves sex, a lot of sex, but still, you go, man, as for your first kidnapping, I hope she rates you well, the execution coulda been better.”

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