Page 66 of Tracking Luxe

His gaze moved through the crowd, it said a lot about him being desensitised to other women currently since seeing a chick feeding her tit into the mouth of a brother didn’t twinge a flicker of lust.

Maybe when he was sobering he’d kick his own ass for the incessant pity parties he was throwing himself, but for now he brooded against the bar, watching his friends hump and grind with casual women, finding dark corners to do a bit more than that, a few month ago that would more than likely have been him.

Ironically, since he was never a slave for the pink and the wet, now all he hungered to be was a goddamn slave on his knees head buried under Luxe’s skirt lapping at her wetness, worshiping until she screamed yanking his hair out at the roots.

His body stirred, he adjusted his dick behind the zipper before it cut the blood supply off and sighed.

“Hey, handsome. Can I bring you anything?”

A dark-haired woman, mid-twenties maybe, with a smile flushing her face sidled up to his arm. Cocking his head, if he squinted he could almost pretend she was Luxe, couldn’t he? This one was taller. His thief was a page of perfect sexiness his tongue wetted for.

A hand landed on his forearm, slid up to his bare bicep and stayed there.

“Nah, I’m good.” He assumed he said, the words slurped off the end of his tongue.

He was watching Preacher get his freak on with his old lady on the dance floor, mouth lifted in a grin, his buddy was a show-off for his woman.

“You sure, babe? I can get you anything you want.” Grinder would have to be dead in his grave for a month not to catch the lilt of sex invite oozing out of her glossed lips. He concentrated on her face, trying to bring it into full focus.

He could lose himself in her body, couldn’t he? Just pump and empty, forget the dirty rotten thief had ever existed, forget the hours they spent together when she’d used his body into exhaustion.

Like his body recognized just who was on Grinder’s mind it grew harder, painfully so, wanting only one woman despite the one at his side pushing her tits into his ribs. “We can have some fun, if you want.”

He did want.So, fucking much. From a woman who drove him nuts.

With a hard swallow, he bit back the arousal pounding between his ears picturing Luxe’s lush mouth on the woman in front of him.

It was so wrong.

“What’s your name?” he didn’t really care, he asked because it was what you did. The blurred image of her face smiled flirtatiously, her hand stroking his arm, up into his hair. To stop her going further Grinder gripped the top of her arm. She moaned. It felt all wrong in his grasp. “I’m Dani.”

Dani. It sounded nothing like Luxe.

Is that what he needed to rid himself of the cloying hunger, to feast on someone brand new that wasn’t a thief? It was a trick old as time, wasn’t it? Just a simple groupie who would open her legs and accept every hard ram of his body.

He grew sick to his stomach considering it, somehow feeling like he would be cheating on Luxe. Fuck.Fuck. Luxe wasn’t his, she didn’t belong to him and she certainly didn’t want to own him, he wasn’t even sure he wanted that, it was the hazy lust doing his thinking, and as far as she was concerned Grinder had been a fun dick to twirl on for a few hours, she didn’t know of his year-long obsession.

Without making his intentions known to her, he’d tied himself to the thief and expected her to instinctively know this and go along with his brilliant plans. For fucks sake, he needed that ass kicking more than ever.

“You’re so handsome. Really fucking handsome, I love your beard.” Blurred faced Dani told him, moving closer to him, her lower half rubbing against his body, giving off purrs that blended into the music and noise of the crowd. Gripping both forearms, rather than pushing her away, he dragged her closer, bent his head, letting it hang there, she breathed out a sex-kitten purr and he smelled the weed on her clothes, the alcohol on her breath, mixed with the heady scent of her perfume, she was sex all over, probably had been with some of his brothers, maybe even tonight, it was the groupies MO, if they couldn’t hook one brother they moved on easily to the next, he was down with a woman and her sexual appetite, he held no judgment. It was always a mutually using of each other. No groupie was mistreated, Rider had made that shit clear to everyone from day one if a man needed reminding, but in the same vain they were not treated as old ladies either.

Old ladies were to be treasured like the rarest fucking gems.

“Why are you here, Dani?” He asked, voice hoarse with tiredness.

“I..” she hesitated. “For fun, baby,” lust gathered in her throat so wet and ripe he could practically hear it rattling. Did she think she was gonna have fun with him? Right here in front of everyone? Just fuck her into the bar?

He could.

He could do that.

Rid himself of the need for another.

His goddamn pining dick would do as he was told and fuck where Grinder told him to. None of this aparticular sweet tasting pussybullshit. He’d had enough.

Swaying up to his full height, pushing himself from the bar he towered over Demi...wait ... Dani, that was it. “Fun, babe? That’s why you’re at my club, is it?”

“Oh, yeah.” She purred in his face.

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