Page 77 of Tracking Luxe

Warmth caressed her, she couldn’t help it, she saw that scene immediately, he’d push her down to her knees, reach into his pants and----

“Keep at it and you won’t get another filthy, belly-shaking fuck I gave you. The same one you can’t stop thinking about. I mean what I say, Luxe. I don’t want you around him.”

She scoffed in his handsome face, the flash of his eyes was something else. Lust jammed into every corner. “Pah. Think a lot about yourself, don’t you? I barely remember it.”

“Is that right?” he laughed swooping down takingher mouth fast again without warning knocking her off balance, his hands banded around her waist keeping Luxe on her feet, this time it was hard, unrelenting as he pried her lips open before she even realized he’d moved deeper into her space, lashing her with his tongue, his teeth raking her lip, punishing her for some mystery offense she highly approved of if it meant he kept licking against her tongue in that way.

Dios, he tasted so good.

When he took a step back his face was void of emotion and Luxe was left with his taste saturating her mouth and wondering what the fuck was wrong with the man to make him turn ice cold when he’d been nothing but a volcano the last she saw of him.

Idiota.

“You should have come to me first, Luxe. Tome.” He rumbled against her mouth, biting her. “So, I could give you the sweet, little fuck you need.”

It was a miracle she wasn’t strangling him for all his pouting and chest beating and jealous outbursts, but she thought it was delicious. Syrup slid through her veins bringing out her smile, she reached up to cup his cheeks, pulling his head down, this time she kissed him first and she kissed him deeper.

“I’ll come to you first next time.” She modified, acknowledging therewouldbe a next time and she was enjoying this demanding side of him, she nuzzled his beard and kissed him lightly again just because she needed to, to remind herself all her daydreaming she’d sunk to hadn’t been fantasies concocted in her dirty mind, he really did taste as good as she remembered. He smelled of clean sweat, and motor oil and something so masculine her head rushed. She allowed herself a moment to lean in and really inhale that scent, to cement Nathan to memory, basking in contact with a man she was feeling on some level she didn’t think possible. “I think I missed this face, kidnapper.”

She had to force down the protesting lusty howl when out of her peripheral she saw Jamie striding out of the entryway towards his bike.

She froze holding Nathan’s face, he was cupping hers, they were an inch apart. It wasn’t as though she was embarrassed to be caught this way, her and Jamie weren’t like that, and yet she felt a twinge ofoh, my god. Like she was rubbing it in his face she was sucking face with someone from a different MC, her long friendship with Jamie meant she was loyal to that at least.

“Hey, Luxe, you have aRenegadeon your face.” That asshat was laughing, and more than likely wanted Grinder to go off again, throwing his leg over his big black matte Harley, the engine roared when Jamie started it. “Might wanna get that seen to, you don’t want the infection to spread.”

The growl began in Nathan’s chest, this great big cat noise she felt thundering through her own chest, before he could charge after her friend and what---cause a scene with gorgeous hulk muscles flexing and popping and maybe manly grappling down on the floor? She did the only thing she could think of to halt him in his tracks before she fully registered she was absolutely declaring a side for both men and the entire MC to witness.

She picked Nathan bykissing him and didn’t stop until the sound of the engine grew distant, long after that she was still licking his tongue and swallowing Nathan’s grunts, his hands grabbing greedily on her waist.

The rules were changing under her, blood became a rolling boil as their tongues tangled lazily, and did a little fight sequence as if choreographed by Quentin Tarantino’s stunt coordinator.

And the kicker she’d laugh about,uh…sometime. She hadn’t set out any rules for this affair. She’d sort of just fell into it.

The hole was big and she didn’t want to climb out.

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Ten kisses later. “I’ll knock the grin right off that pretty asshole face.”

“Aww, you think Jamie is pretty?” she teased him and didn’t you know Grinder’s knuckles tightened to hit the cocksucker even harder. Hands came up to rest on his chest that inflated to an impossible capacity filling his lungs until they felt they might burst open and scatter dust everywhere.

Her touch brought a rage and a calm. Covering those hands with his own, his eyelids dropped. “Stop doing thatsmilingshit at him. And while we’re at it, stop smiling at any man that isn’t me.”

Fingertips rubbed her inner wrist and he felt her pulse jump right along with the scowl marring her gorgeous face. “Is that so?”

He gruffed. “Yes.”

“Since when do you get off telling me what to do?”

“Since forever.” Wasn’t it obvious? Shit. He’d been clear, hadn’t he?

“Oh.” She puffed out air and the darkest eyes he loved looking out widened. “This is you being jealous? It really is. I wondered but I’ve never seen it over me, this is…” when her lips stretched in a sly, little gorgeous grin Grinder’s jaw cracked, he had no choice really, it was out of his hands now when his head anchored down and he crushed those smiling lips with his own much hungrier mouth.

Jealousy was as old as time and the one emotion that could cause a man to kill in cold blood.

“Jamie is comfortable.” The tiger in his chest growled ready to attack. Lucky for him Luxe went on. “There’s nothing about you that’s comfortable.” Their kiss lingered, chewing off the back of his head, making him think in terms of filthy only, urging him to take her down to the floor and rut into her through her clothes and here she was, calmness in her eyes whereas he only felt stormy, telling him he wasn’t comfortable. What did that even mean? Both of his brows fell over his darkening eyes, not entirely sure if he’d changed his mind about killing Steele, or at least pissing a circle around Luxe to tell the guy fuck off.

“I’m gonna need more to go on, love. Steele is comfortable but I’m not?”

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