“Life is short. Have a lot of sex, Cielito Lindo.” Abuela Mimi.

 

How dumb did a woman need to be to kiss the guy who had tied her up in a not bondage let me spank you and call me daddy way?

Just how horny did that woman have to be? How fucking stupid was she to ignore all the warning signs and focus solely on the fact he thought she was sexy?

With her mind still buzzing on that scorching punishing kiss… god… How did one set of lips send her into such a frenzy? She’d kissed plenty before and hadn’t felt half as much as what she did with Grinder’s tongue stroking hers, daring her to lose control in the front seat of her car, to forget their dubious history and fall into his pants.

And she almost had, almost begged him to peel her jeans off and do her right there up against the steering wheel while children played in the street.

Desire made a woman feel alive. There shouldn’t be any shame in that.

She’d wanted it badly enough to forget just who he was. Ay Dios. There was a name for women like her; horny as fuck.

Mister tracker high and lordy had won that round, she recognized, fogging her brain with wanting to talk about his feelings, and then smelling so good as he did, and his dark long eyelashes in such close proximity seducing her into agreeing. God, she wanted to punch him for manipulating her with his gorgeous, sturdy body.

There is no us, she’d tell him.

He’d proven once before how easy it had been for him to gain the upper hand over her, so fucking easy as it turned out, those days had been something else, anyone would call her mad for not hating him, but in truth having the full unobstructed attention of that kind of intense man had left her a little dizzy and needy.

Her brain was the consistency of mashed potato trying to justify her feelings. Yeah, she was mad, at first, who wouldn’t be, he was an asshole and she’d told him so. She’d been a possessed hooker moving on top of him last night, dry fucking him into the seat, seeing the beads of sweat dot on his forehead and how stoic he’d sat there allowing her to rub on his crotch the way she had. She was still experiencing the rush through her blood a day later.

Dios. He’d taken it. She could still feel that thick bulge pressing her pussy.

Grinder was detriment to her mental health. There was a drum beat in her belly and she suspected it would only be appeased by his hands, his mouth, his------ dammit.  

Not only did she have the mental headache of a too handsome kidnapper on her mind, Luxe had to forcibly shift him aside while she spoke to her abuela over skype.

“Mimi, can you at least wait until I’m home so I can research this cruise? You know how the last one turned out… They could be pirates, you don’t want to be dumped out at sea, not with the costume jewelry you wear, it would attract all the sharks.”

At sixty-three her grandmother was a gorgeous, vivacious woman who loved wearing skinny jeans and tops that displayed her ample cleavage. With her dark brown hair caught up in a chignon, today she wore a flower necklace that looked to weigh six pounds at least and with a ring on each finger, bangles that went up half of her left arm and shocking red lipstick, her grandmother was a vision of loveliness.

Luxe grinned, missing her already, she loved the woman who had raised her something fierce.

Even if she did worry over her like a mother bear with her cub.

In her teens it was Luxe who received all the lectures to stay out of trouble and under no circumstances was she to get pregnant and bring a baby home to be raised, somewhere around her mid-twenties suddenly it became Luxe’s job to lecture her grandmother on the dubiously shady men she speed-dated and to subtly talk her out of crazy ideas like moving to Florida to ‘tap all the oldies for their inheritance’ and now going on another singles cruise when she already had three men she was regularly dating on rotation in their neighborhood.

Dios. Mimi was going to turn Luxe gray before her time.

“Psh. It was a small misunderstanding, baby. And Gerard knew how to salsa, we had a good two weeks together until he went home to his wife. I already booked my place.” She grinned answering in Spanish and Luxe groaned. Did she have bail money? Could they arrest a sassy old lady on board a cruise ship? She’d have to google.

“Just try not to come home with a husband and take plenty of condoms.”

“I don’t promise anything. You should come with me, Cielito Lindo. Lots of handsome sons go on these trips with their parents.”

Luxe snorted. Sí, mama’s boys were not her favorite flavor of men.

Her phone propped up on the bathroom counter in Jamie’s house, she was looking through her make up bag for a kohl pencil. “Or maybe this boy you stay with is more than you tell your dear old abuela, huh? Maybe you are having a hot romance and you not tell me, huh?”

Immediately her face heated as she thought about Nathan.

“Sí! I see that look, Cielito Lindo. Is this true?”

“No, Mimi. Jamie and I are just friends, you know we tried dating and it was like kissing my pet turtle.”

“I’ve seen a picture of him. He’s movie star handsome, Luxe, sometimes you have to kiss them more than once to stoke the fire, Sí.”

Talking about fires and stoking them with her grandmother was just ten levels of wrong.

Most women found Jamie Steele gorgeous, he was forever swamped in groupies who hung around his MC hoping to catch his eye. Luxe just wasn’t one of them. He’d never heated her panties in a way they’d both need to go further than few dates. She preferred him as a friend.

Not like Nathan.  He burnt everything in sight.

And that there was the dilemma. She wanted him but had to remember their history AND why she was here. First things first; earn her money.

Who had time for frantic fucking and desperation? She wasn’t an animal. He only made her feel like one.

“Mimi…there’s this guy.” She edged into the conversation and saw her abuela’s face come closer to the camera on her tablet. Joy in her eyes. She was a fiend for social media and insisted on having the best tablet for all her ‘events’ as she called her social life. Luxe didn’t even dare look at Mimi’s Instagram anymore, not after Tequila night at the over 60’s club.

“Sí? What kind of lover is he, baby?”

Ay dios mio. She’d always been able to talk to Mimi about anything, maybe because of the circumstances surrounding how her mom had left her. They were best friends in many ways, but Luxe had never been that measure of cool to bring herself to the friend’s level of discussing what she did in bed and with who.

“Please don’t say the word lover, Mimi.” She scrunched her nose only to be chastised by the older woman with a tsk. “You are twenty-seven, if you don’t have several lovers I obviously taught you nothing about enjoying life. Tell me about this man who has you tied in knots and blushing. I see that sparkle, Luxe Estalita, this man is special?”

Tied in knots, a fitting statement.

She paused ringing her eyes in a thin line of black kohl. “He’s kind of an asshole.”

“All the handsome ones are.” Mimi sighed wistfully. She always told it as her first husband and Luxe’s grandfather was the same way, also the love of her Mimi’s life.

He had left them, too.

“Actually, I’m running late to meet him, can we talk about it tomorrow?”

“Have fun with this handsome asshole, Cielito Lindo, don’t get to my age and regret not trying it all when you were young, because when you get here the men can hardly get it up to try anything past four PM!” it was said with such a straight face Luxe burst out laughing. “Te amo, abuela.”

“I love you, my little light. Buenas noches.”

Try it all.

That was the problem, wasn’t it? Nathan had poked a need within Luxe that couldn’t be ignored. Could she stop after trying it all with him?

 

******

 

 

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Get a look at her. The wave of sex that pulsed through Grinder was nothing short of obscene.

Sex on the brain. The eyes nearly bulged out of his horny head, feeling more like his former teenage self with his first hard on.

Starved.

The dirty little rotten thief made him hungry enough to rut her on the front step and offer up his soul for stomping if it pleased her.

Here he was, one of those outlaw’s local people whispered about and he was going soft for one aggressive woman.

Every taste bud on Grinder’s tongue dried up when he got the first look at her stepping out of Steele’s apartment, and he almost went to his knees and tunneled his head under the teeny little skirt Luxe was wearing to taste what she was hiding behind her panties.

How was this stunning, electric woman allowing him to breathe in the same atmosphere as her? Shit. His strides ate up the sidewalk, meeting her before she’d even taken a step out of the house.

Crowding at her back, his head came down, hands spanned her tiny waist, feeling how she shivered fumbling to try and lock the door.

“Is Steele inside?” he growled harsher than he meant to. His chest pushing against her back. The perfume she wore was some kind of siren for his dick, he wanted to answer the call.

She tried to push him back and he stayed a solid mass. “J-Jamie is at his club, but he doesn’t live here, not really, this is one of his apartments, he lets me have it when I’m in town.”

Good. Grinder deflated his aggressive man beating chest, pulled her flush against him. “I want to tell you how fucking insanely beautiful you look, and I want to tell you we’ll have a good time tonight, but this is business so I’m not sure how much fun I can show you, but afterward, Luxe…”

He turned her, held her there, he cupped behind the back of her neck. Possessively squeezing.

She was making his blood boil.

The red dress she’d worn was meant to catch attention, she had his, but it wasn’t for his benefit. It was poured on like a second skin caressing her up-to no good tits, leaving her shoulders bare, and dropped to above her thighs. Crossing with tradition she didn’t wear a pair of stilt shoes, instead she had on a pair of black Doc Marten boots with red laces threaded through.

Fucking sexy.

No wonder he was rock hard in his black dress pants and the fancy-dudded jacket to match with a navy shirt underneath. He’d even taken off his silver rings, not a hint of the biker about Grinder tonight, he wanted to blend in not stick out like a sore thumb or have any association to his club.

“You look ....” desire in her eyes and Grinder was twice as hard. “Different, not at all like a kidnapper biker.”

He hummed dark and heavy from the back of his throat, liking her appraisal. He’d dress like a jackass every day if he got her looking at him with her own hunger blazing.

“Before we go commit a crime and hopefully escape being murdered with Vodka bottles to the jugular, I have something to say, Luxe, and I’ve been practicing it all day so if I get it wrong you let me know and I’ll practice until I get it right.”

Something tender flashed through her dark eyes.

“I’ve did all this fucking wrong, love. I’m sorry for what I did, for scaring you the way I did, no woman should ever be treated that way, to feel threatened, not for a second. My ego was bigger than my brain and I couldn’t get past what happened between us last year. I should have taken it on the chin that you weren’t interested, that you only wanted what you could steal.”

Her face flushed. “I didn’t----”

“I’m not judging, love, we all have questionable things we do for a living. What I regret is the way I’ve gone about pursuing you. But if you’d give me a second chance, I’d like to have a go at making this right.”

“You do pick your moments, don’t you?” her cheeks stained red, her eyes unwavering from his. Grinder took both as a good sign, he was desperate enough to hold onto any positive sign she was in a forgiving mood.

“If I’d done it another way, you’d be making my back bleed now, I’d know what your tight, little pussy tasted like, wouldn’t I, Luxe? You would have given it to me and I’d know instead of it driving me mad to get at you, trying to do the right thing and not use my fuck to tell you how sorry I am.“

Her breathing turned erratic and thank god, she was showing some effect or Grinder would feel like a big, dumb oversharing fucker.

“You’re going to like me before the night is over, Luxe.”

She laughed lightly and edged him back, a little black purse caught tightly in one hand, he placed a palm to the dip in her back, leading her down to his bike. “Are you okay on my bike?” he was eyeing the shortness of her dress and regretting not bringing his truck instead.

“It’s not my first bike ride, chico.” And to prove it she didn’t even wait for him to climb on before she straddled the seat.

Fuck. She gave him a glimpse of beautiful bare thighs, the dress rode right up and up almost giving him a peek at her panties.

Keep it together, bastard. He was really being tested here. They were about to walk into the Russian’s residence, sight unseen and into the unknown, now was not the time to let his dick steer the ship.

Climbing on, she shuffled forward and molded her body to his back.

Grinder groaned low and heavy.

“Something wrong, Nathan?” amusement licked through her voice-box. Oh, he just knew she was loving this.

Oh, she knew what she was doing threading her fingers around his waist.

“You’re going to like me, love.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”