Page 94 of Tracking Luxe

Thirty minutes later after crossing town into the next city he parked his black F-150 in an empty bay, keys shoved in his pocket he grabbed the baggie and cake box and headed inside another MC. He was the right amount of cocky, and he wanted to thumb it at Jamie Steele, not that he felt bitchy about the guy getting into Luxe now he had their full story, but still, he was enough of a piss taker to wear his own club jacket to stroll inside. He nodded to a few guys who looked on over.

His course was set spotting the long black ponytail of his Luxe sitting at a table, her back turned, her head was anchored down looking at something.

All it took was one look at her and the pit of his stomach went into freefall. He could mount her right there and bang her stupid and whisper all the romantic shit he fancied practicing on her, show these asshats who Luxe belonged to.

Grinder reined that thought in, he was trying to be patient, wasn’t he? Giving her time to forgive him and all that sappy fucking stuff he was working for.

“Holy shit, catch a gander at this, we have aSoulsin the house. Lock up the silver, boys!” cackled a Kingsmen he vaguely could put a name to. Grinder shot him a smirk and a friendly finger salute. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, boys. Just dropping off food to feed my girl.”

Yeah, that’s right. My girl.

Luxe swerved in her seat hearing his voice. His heart galloped seeing her instant smile. Three steps he was arched over her kissing her lightly on the side of the neck. Not the kiss he wanted to give, if he did his tongue wouldn’t come up for air for an hour. His palm found her nape. “Hey, love. Got some eats for you.“ The food dropped on the table in front of her.

“You brought me food?Gracias, chico. I’m starving.” Her smile was pure sun.

“Yeah. Thought you’d be hungry after all your stealing.” He winked.

She’d been in his bed all night banging his brains out, a bed he was reluctant to let her leave.

But more than the sex they’d exhausted each other with, there was pockets of time during the night they’d lain awake, Luxe curled into his chest, and they’d talked. Really talked, he loved making her giggle, the sound made his dick ache. He loved learning about her life. Her grandma sounded lively. Grinder was a little scared to meet her, not even gonna front it.

“How’s it going?” he caught a seat next to her. His fingers lightly stroking her inner wrist.

It was the box Luxe went for first, he was glad and waited for her reaction. He’d remembered what she’d said weeks ago.

“Not too bad. I have four Acura’s to collect in an hour.” Collect… Grinder smirked and translated as steal. His girl. Damn he was hot for her in a big way.

“Listen, love,“ arms braced on the table, he leaned in towards her, her scent today was the soap from his bathroom and he smiled to himself before sobering. “Have you been aware of being watched at all?” she instantly became still.

“No. Why?”

He told her.

“And you think it’s because of what we did?”

“Maybe. Not sure yet, it could be unrelated. I wanted you aware of what’s going on.” Ideally, he wanted Luxe on lockdown at his club inside his room there so no one could touch her, ever, but he had rocks for brains if he thought an independent woman as she was would agree to that. He had to bite his tongue not to suggest it. “You’ll call me if you catch a vibe, okay?” he held her gaze. Wanting to insist, to demand, even.

Her brow was folded in the middle. He wanted to kiss the crease off her beautiful face. “Sí.” Grinder had never had the urge to play hero for a woman or anyone before. It’s not that he doesn’t have anyone to care for, he does, a lot of someone’s, but no one evoked feelings in him like Luxe did and he was all out of sorts because of it.

Nudging the box over towards her, Grinder needed a minute to rein in his protective itch.

A second later. “Ay dios mio!”wide dusky eyes full of happiness and surprise lifted to him. “You brought me tres leches!”

She was almost licking the opened box. Grinder grinned and nodded. “I had Paige at the diner make you one. She loved it and wants to add it to the menu.”

“Nathan.” Her voice was sugar and soft.

“You like it, love?” he pulled a black plastic fork out from his inside pocket, handing it over.

“It’s my favorite.” He knew that. He knew everything this woman enjoyed.

“I’ll take you to the diner for dinner.”

She grinned shoving a fork full into her mouth. “And breakfast.”

Grinder laughed agreeing. He’d feed her anything she wanted to keep seeing that innocent joy on her face.

The need to spoil her was strong. Beating a rhythm in his insides.

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