Page 39 of Tracking Luxe

Who had time for frantic fucking and desperation? She wasn’t an animal. He only made her feel like one.

“Mimi…there’s this guy.” She edged into the conversation and saw herabuela’sface come closer to the camera on her tablet. Joy in her eyes. She was a fiend for social media and insisted on having the best tablet for all her ‘events’ as she called her social life. Luxe didn’t even dare look at Mimi’s Instagram anymore, not after Tequila night at the over 60’s club.

“Sí? What kind of lover is he, baby?”

Ay dios mio. She’d always been able to talk to Mimi about anything, maybe because of the circumstances surrounding how her mom had left her. They were best friends in many ways, but Luxe had never been that measure of cool to bring herself to the friend’s level of discussing what she did in bed and with who.

“Please don’t say the word lover, Mimi.” She scrunched her nose only to be chastised by the older woman with a tsk. “You are twenty-seven, if you don’t have several lovers I obviously taught you nothing about enjoying life. Tell me about this man who has you tied in knots and blushing. I see that sparkle, Luxe Estalita, this man is special?”

Tied in knots, a fitting statement.

She paused ringing her eyes in a thin line of black kohl. “He’s kind of an asshole.”

“All the handsome ones are.” Mimi sighed wistfully. She always told it as her first husband and Luxe’s grandfather was the same way, also the love of her Mimi’s life.

He had left them, too.

“Actually, I’m running late to meet him, can we talk about it tomorrow?”

“Have fun with this handsome asshole,Cielito Lindo, don’t get to my age and regret not trying it all when you were young, because when you get here the men can hardly get it up to try anything past four PM!” it was said with such a straight face Luxe burst out laughing. “Te amo, abuela.”

“I love you, my little light.Buenas noches.”

Try it all.

That was the problem, wasn’t it? Nathan had poked a need within Luxe that couldn’t be ignored. Could she stop after trying it all with him?

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Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Get a look at her.The wave of sex that pulsed through Grinder was nothing short of obscene.

Sex on the brain. The eyes nearly bulged out of his horny head, feeling more like his former teenage self with his first hard on.

Starved.

The dirty little rotten thief made him hungry enough to rut her on the front step and offer up his soul for stomping if it pleased her.

Here he was, one of those outlaw’s local people whispered about and he was going soft for one aggressive woman.

Every taste bud on Grinder’s tongue dried up when he got the first look at her stepping out of Steele’s apartment, and he almost went to his knees and tunneled his head under the teeny little skirt Luxe was wearing to taste what she was hiding behind her panties.

How was this stunning, electric woman allowing him to breathe in the same atmosphere as her?Shit. His strides ate up the sidewalk, meeting her before she’d even taken a step out of the house.

Crowding at her back, his head came down, hands spanned her tiny waist, feeling how she shivered fumbling to try and lock the door.

“Is Steele inside?” he growled harsher than he meant to. His chest pushing against her back. The perfume she wore was some kind of siren for his dick, he wanted to answer the call.

She tried to push him back and he stayed a solid mass. “J-Jamie is at his club, but he doesn’t live here, not really, this is one of his apartments, he lets me have it when I’m in town.”

Good. Grinder deflated his aggressive man beating chest, pulled her flush against him. “I want to tell you how fucking insanely beautiful you look, and I want to tell you we’ll have a good time tonight, but this is business so I’m not sure how much fun I can show you, but afterward, Luxe…”

He turned her, held her there, he cupped behind the back of her neck. Possessively squeezing.

She was making his blood boil.

The red dress she’d worn was meant to catch attention, she had his, but it wasn’t for his benefit. It was poured on like a second skin caressing her up-to no good tits, leaving her shoulders bare, and dropped to above her thighs. Crossing with tradition she didn’t wear a pair of stilt shoes, instead she had on a pair of black Doc Marten boots with red laces threaded through.

Fucking sexy.

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