Page 96 of Tracking Luxe

“Look at her,” he jutted his chin towards her, pride masking his face. His girl was amazing. “Does it look like she needs my help?”

“She’s a bit of a hothead, your girl, isn’t she?” Amused Preacher.

Grinder was too busy with his eyes all over Luxe to look anywhere else. “I know.” his grin said he liked her that way. It wasn’t just about lust anymore. He’d never wanted to tame that rage of hers, only now he wanted to be consumed in it. Consumed in her curves and her soft side, Grinder basked in the way she moved, using her whole body to convey her personality without a word spoken, how her brow puckered in anger and her mouth pursed. Fuck, that mouth, it was the first thing he’d noticed and wanted, it couldn’t be called a fetish, but it was close, the amount of time he’d sucked on those lips now, he had her taste in his system, he knew her sounds, and the way she used her mouth to torment him both in and out of bed. Not quite a fetish, but close enough.

If he thought for a second she was in danger he would have stepped in and got his woman out of there, as it stood, four burly men got out of her way fast. Grinder’s lips twitched, never peeling his stare from her. She was so damn righteous and prone to temper flares, it was hot as hell watching it happen and the way she took long breaths as if to calm herself, he was a lucky sonuvabitch to be in her damn world, that was for sure.

He wanted to lick her fire and feed from it.

He’d known her sort of personality before, only he’d never been as attracted to them as he was Luxe. She was a magnet and she pulled...pulled him in.

Beneath the table his cock ached, that sudden desire to protect and …own. He adjusted and stood as she grew closer, her eyes catching his, she smiled suddenly having found his gaze on her this whole time, whatever temper had flared fell away instantly from her face, she was his soft Luxe again.

“If only we patched in chicks, imagine her anger around the church table,” laughed Preacher. “Snake would piss himself.”

“Making friends again I see.” He said, slipping out to let her into the booth, his hand found her back, needing to touch, to have the cornerstone to her because she was here, she was with him, the instinct was natural as it came and Grinder hummed in the lowest part of his throat as acknowledgement to the fact this was his woman and she was here because of him.

“He thought it was okay to talk about my boobs.” She scowled and reached to take a drink of the martini he’d ordered for her.

“To be fair, you do have hot ones, love.”

Preacher snorted and Grinder caught a soft elbow in his ribs, though he saw her lips smile into her glass. Relief at having her so close was short lived when the inevitable happened, his body hard, and ready wanted to take her right here.

“Excuse our boy, Luxe. He’s a bit of a pig. I’ve tried and failed to teach him manners.”

“I can believe it.” His girl agreed with Preacher. “But he buys me tres leches cake, so I sorta have to side with him.”

Grinder grinned and nuzzled her shoulder. "Ignore this one, love. He's got a hate campaign against me."

Her eyes twinkled and she leaned into his chest, laying her hand on his thigh. "Mmhmm." Luxe played with the zips on the denim jeans and Grinder forgot all about Preacher sitting on the other side of the table because he was too busy enjoying his woman's hand on him. "I'll protect you from your friend, kidnapper."

Preacher snorted. Again, Grinder didn't pay him a lick of notice, what with the way his face was buried in Luxe's shoulder, he was a man with a one-track mind and it was all about his thief. He couldn't even blame his sap on liquor, he intended to have Luxe on the back of his bike and he took her safety seriously so he'd been drinking soda. Not thirty minutes later once Ruby was done with her shift and Preacher was up out of the booth to grab at his woman, Grinder turned eyes on Luxe, who was curiously watching their greeting.

He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “Ready to leave?”

“Where are we going, your place?”

Christ, he wanted her mouth.

“The club first,” another nuzzle, followed by a bite on the back of her neck. Fuck, he was hard up. When she moaned he knew it was time to go. “Give the prospect your keys, love. He’ll bring your car to the compound.” Grinder waited for the exchange and then for Luxe to head outside to his bike. The smile fell from Grinder’s face. He nodded at Preacher. “Watch the door.” He issued and let his eyes slide left to the table of guys. Preacher gave him a nod of understanding and took up root by the door to stop Luxe if she was to happen back inside before he did what he needed to.

All four men greeted him with drunken yells. Grinder was known by everyone. His lips thinned with a tight smile. “Hey there, fellas. Having a good night, I see.” He wasn’t feeling jovial. He might have been fine letting Luxe deal with these shitheads but now Grinder had a few things to say on the matter. “That’s good, really good. But you see, you disrespected my woman and I wanna make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

“Huh… what?” Smiles dropped. Then the penny dropped. One said. “Ah, come on, man, we were only having a joke, you know? No big deal.”

No big deal. Grinder smiled closed lipped and rounded the table to stand behind the no big deal guy. With lightening move he dug his fingers into the guy’s shoulder, really fucking hard, giving him pain, tight enough that he couldn’t move away, to show he was serious. Leaning down he put his face in their eye line. “I said you disrespectedmywoman and you won’t be doing it again, right?”

“Sure, Sure, Grinder,” his drunk buddy said. Grinder waited for assurance from the one he gripped. When he got it, he let go and walked back around and smiled. “Good. You enjoy your night, fellas.”

“Thought you were letting her handle it herself?” Preacher chuckled.

Grinder shrugged. A man handled his shit when it was needed to get his point across. “Look at you, knight in fucking shining dickhead armor. Come on, Romeo, let’s get out of here.”

Taking a long drag on the joint, the pot smoke in his lungs, he offered it over to Luxe, she took it and puffed once, twice a third time before giving it back.

Fuck. Why did he find that hot?

Oh, yeah, every damn thing she did got his dick hard. His Luxe did it for him.

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