Page 56 of Tracking Luxe

“Oh god. Oh god. Ohgod.” Her felt her thighs begin to tremble.

“Beautiful. Perfect. Jesus, Luxe, you’reperfect.” He pumped her like a wild man.

Grinder had seen a ton of chicks going through these motions, he wasn’t proud to say he didn’t care much for any of ‘em, not really, at the time he’d liked screwing them, but none of those women had made him strive this hard, holding back his own climax by biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted metallic blood. The need to please Luxe was its own reward.

“Come, baby. Come for me.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. His tip hit the spot every time and she went over in a jagged, shocking scream. The most beautiful goddamn thing he’d ever seen before in his life. He’d never been more hyper aware of his cock, she made him groan low in his throat and hold on to his control until she was finished. Fucking hell, she was slippery and responsive to his every movement.

The clutching and the wet grasping was his undoing.

His climax punched hard enough to cause him to lose touch with reality, it robbed him of oxygen while he emptied, wishing for a dark second he really was filling her with his hot come so he could watch it drip out of her, owning her, marking what was his.

Fucks sake, unwise thoughts, sex so good he lost his mind.

Own her.

The turnaround wasn’t as long as it should take a guy to refuel his fucking balls that just emptied like he was Niagara Falls. Grinder was so pent up for Luxe, they kissed and kissed, until they were both out of air, hands going everywhere, she was murmuring shit in Spanish, maybe one day he’d tell her he understood Spanish, but he enjoyed knowing all the names she called him went under the radar, or so she presumed. His dirty rotten thief was inventive with her insults.

Not tonight though, she was all sweet candy.

“Again.” She said against his mouth when he’d returned from the bathroom and that’s all it took for refuelling, he ate the whimper that came out of her.

God, she was so soft, there wasn’t enough hours to kiss her everywhere as he wanted.

Hard in seconds he got her on all fours splayed out on his bed.

He used a shaken hand to line the broad head of his covered cock through her folds, notching it at her entrance. Because no matter how many women he’d fucked since he began fucking at his tender teenage years, this time it was with Luxe. He was going to have Luxe again and again and it knocked him off his equilibrium, she was like straight up heroin to his brain.

It was like being shot out of a cannon, sex so good he was nearing that undeniable release long before he was ready to.

The organ in his chest attempted to punch free. Things were crumbling around him and he couldn’t figure out what or rouse the need to care. Not when she had her lips on him, scraping them over his skin. Making his stomach seize.

I'm infatuated with a dirty rotten thief.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“A man once said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I was his test guinea pig.” – Hawk

He stopped.

He parked.

He waited.

Skin itching under his cut and long, worn leather coat.

He watched with his predator eyes.

The hunger in them unmasked.

He was addicted.

He kept right on feeding hisfilthyobsession, and he didn’t care.

For what felt like the millionth time Hawk rounded his shoulders, braced a foot against the short wall and hunched over the hot cup of take-out coffee he cradled in his two hands.

His eyes never wavered from the window third from the right.

Gia’s house.