Luxe shrugged unrepentant. “It jumped into my hand, besides, it looks like a genuine burglary if I took the money as well as the sketches. Take it, it’s fair we share it.”
“Nah, love. You keep it. This wasn’t about what I could get out of it.”
She shrugged and shoved it back in her purse. Why did the thought of her greedy fingers turn him on? It made him so cock-hungry to fuck her. He pushed more food into his mouth before he ended up begging her to let him inside her with more than his fingers.
Just once.
Twice.
A hundred fucking times, let him wear out this need for her in all the wet. And now she’d told him she’d never orgasmed with a cock inside her … Grinder had pretty much nothing else on his mind. She needed more than one climax and this time with him pounding her little body, the dirty rotten thief needed fucking repeatedly until her voice box was hoarse.
"Your guys back at the party seemed pretty tight.” She mentioned bringing his focus off his hard on. “You're close to your club people?"
Voice cleared. Lust swept out of his throat. "Yeah. They're family."
"You don't have blood relatives?"
"Sure. There's Pop and uncles. And a few aunts and cousins. Pop never remarried after mom took off when I was a kid. We heard she passed ten years ago."
She gave him a look of sympathetic understanding. "Oh. Mine left just the same, she dropped me off one day when I was ten inSanta Rosawith Mimi, never explained why, we didn’t see her again until I was fifteen.”
"Really? Ah, sorry, love. That must have been rough, girls need their moms."
"It was okay. Me and Mimi did okay together. I see her every couple of years.”
“Is it drugs? The reason she took off.”
Luxe shook her head. “Nothing like that. It would have made more sense. I just think she’s one of those people who aren’t meant to be a parent, she forgot I was around most of the time. She moves around a lot, she’s not homeless, she just can’t stay in one place long, she always finds work, she seems healthy and happy, she never married. Mimi misses her daughter, I wish for her sake mom would be more present in the real world. The last we heard she was in Portland.”
“What about your dad?”
Luxe laughed rolling her gorgeous eyes. “She told me it was at least seven different guys throughout my life, so it’s anyone’s guess.”
His heart kicked in understanding for the details of their earlier lives they had in common. “Family is what you make of it. Doesn’t always have to be blood.”
Grinder kinda wanted to pull her onto his lap and take the sad look out of her eyes.Whatever strong show you put on,baby, I’ll have your back.His bad thief could act tough all she wanted, even Grinder felt the loss of a mother sometimes.
"Me and the boys got a competition going,” he told her, swerving the subject to something lighter. His mouth twitched. “To buy Rider's kid the worst looking onesie-thing we can find. Zara, that's his old lady, just laps it up, and ‘cause Rider would do anything to keep her happy he just stands back and glowers the hell out of us. At last count the kid will have over fifty novelty onesies. I bought this god-awful crocodile one from an eBay bidding war."
She chuckled, her eyes turning warm. "Aren't you the big softy."
He ducked his head and smiled.Score one for making her laugh.
Another minute of silence went by, Grinder watching her suck around the straw. “Every October, Mimi and I, and whatever boyfriend she has on her arm at the time, go to the largest balloon festival in Albuquerque. Familyiswhat you make it.” Her voice quieter, their eyes holding as she repeated his sentiment.
A minute went by. “Are you ever going to tell me?” he asked.
Her brow went up. “Tell you?”
“On a scale of one togoddamn you look sexy, Grinder,how close are you to forgiving me?”
Luxe visibly inhaled.
That reaction right there, as her fingers crept to her throat,tits rising in the tight silk red dress he was trying in vain to keep his eyes off, told him all he wanted to know. “Do you react this way with anyone else?”
“Maybe.”
“Does Steele make you shiver?”