Page 3 of Tracking Luxe

“You have two minutes,” he informed with a sly smile. Eyes so penetrating it was difficult looking at him, memories flooded her system. She remembered how good he was at kissing, what his skilled hands could do, besides tying her up.

Fuck.

Don’t think of that.

Don’t think of anything from that night. It had been crazy, so unlike her.

“And Luxe?” her name went through her torso spearing heat. She turned at the bathroom door, looked at him. “I’ve already nailed down the window in there.”

And hope died.

He was standing in a hard stance near the only door of escape, his arms, thick and ropey hanging at his sides like he didn’t have one care in this world.

Rather than reply him, she slammed the door and went to do her business.

Fuck him and his two minutes, she’d sit in there all damn night.

Long after she’d peed and washed her hands, Luxe left the water running and tried to remember every detail from that night a year ago, she could remember the booze, the music, their flirting glances, despite her better judgement she could recount every kiss she’d shared with him, but as for stealing … one theft oftentimes slid into another, it was second nature to Luxe, it was all about poise, to look like you weren’t really about to steal, slight of hand as you went into the abyss, but she couldn’t remember what she’d taken from Grinder. It wasn’t usual to take from individuals, she’d moved on from pickpocketing long ago.

Her mind was blank.

Was that good news or bad she couldn’t recall what it was she was supposed to have stolen? Maybe a case of mistaken identity? She couldn’t be the only thief in town.

She worried at her lip.

He had nailed the window shut as he’d said, it didn’t even budge when she’d tried it.

Ay Dios mio.What else could go wrong?

He could kill me and feed me to the mountain cats…there was that…

Was Grinder a killer? She would have guessed not. But then she also would have said no to kidnapping two days ago.

She didn’t know him save for a few shared hot kisses.

It had been more than kisses.

Slumping down onto the lip of the bath tub Luxe realized she was shit out of options. Her poor Mimi was at home clueless to what was happening to her granddaughter, probably watching one of her telenovela’s oblivious Luxe was moments away from a possible gruesome end… or worse, a scowl-off with that big gorgeous bastard with his stupid gorgeous hair and stupid perfect beard.

Think, Luxe. Think. There was a way out of this.

She’d seduced him once… or so she’d thought, before the better part of her brain had stepped in and stopped that train and got her the hell out of there. But he’d wanted her, hadn’t he? Cogs turned in her brain.

Could she seduce herself out of here?

Maybe. Maybe.Maybe.

******

Tits so perfect, they both fit into his hands, her cries muffled by his mouth vibrated down to his dick. God fuck, he wanted this woman like no other before her. It was an instant punch of want, the lick of desire more potent than he’d felt before. Hell, she was a revelation. He could feel the hunger emanating from her skin, in the way her fingers clawed at his shoulders. Her eyes had been all over him, he'd felt it, hadn't he? Not giving a single fuck, they were in a packed bar, or that she'd been sitting with Jamie fucking Steele, the leader of a rival ----albeit friendly---- MC, he didn't care if they were married with a school of kids, he knew as he tasted her he would break them up to have her, he wanted this woman under him, grinding her little body until she passed out. "Let me have you. I need to fuck all this heat, Luxe."

Grinder blinked, he hadn’t meant to go down memory lane like that, it still stained to recount those images. It had taken him a whole goddamn year, but he’d finally tracked her down, hadn’t he?Sort of, since she strolled back into town without a care in the world of her own accord. Rolling his neck from side to side, Grinder eyed the bathroom door, his ears straining to the sounds from behind, the water had been running for minutes now, was she trying to drown herself in there? He’d made good and sure before he’d even hog-tied her ass back here that the window in the small motel bathroom was well and truly nailed shut giving her no chance to wriggle her skinny little body through it in her escape.

Not this time, she’d evaded him long enough.

Clearing away the debris of the food she hadn’t eaten earlier, he unpacked the fresh food, this time a vegetarian burrito and a salad with a pink lemonade. Reluctant to leave earlier, but since his brothers had no fucking clue what shit he’d landed himself in when he got the call for a church meeting he’d had to re-tie and leave Luxe for hours, and then he’d faced questioning from Preacher about why he was acting weird.Am I acting weird?he’d fired back with a grin as casual as he could muster.

Yeah, fucking weird alright. It wasn’t every day he snatched a woman to interrogate her. Nothing about this situation since he found out she was back in town had been normal, knowing she was near had sent him into a fucking tailspin he wasn’t recovered from, it made him do dumb shit