Tracking Luxe (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 3)

by V. Theia

  So, where the fuck was the chico? had he been caught? Were all the Renegade Souls men caught?

  Every instinct she had was roaring for her to just leave. To catch a cab back to Jamie’s apartment, pack up her car and take off to deliver the merchandise.

  Forget about Nathan. He’d completed his part, hadn’t he?

  Only, why wasn’t she moving? Why was she reaching for her phone to-------

  “Hey, thief. Looking for me?” She heard.

  And it was the most wonderful annoying voice as she spun on her heel to find him grinning leaning up against the wall.

  Luxe attacked first, eating up the dirty alleyway in fast steps she threw herself into his wide chest, cussing him viciously in her grandmother’s native tongue telling him how stupid and reckless he was and why the hell had it taken him so long to follow her.

  Her heart about ripped out of her rib cage, thumping so hard, frantic, she grabbed both sides of his face and yanked him down, crushing his mouth, kissing him with all her anger and worry.

  She couldn’t stop kissing him, punishing him with slashes of her tongue for fucking daring to make her care if he got hurt, he groaned and grabbed her tight, a hardness digging into her belly brought her back to reality. Only when Luxe thought she wouldn’t kill him did she draw away, his hands stayed around her waist.

  “Not gonna question what that was about, only that you shouldn’t have stopped, Luxe. Want to do it again?”

  Gathering herself, she leaned her forehead on his chest, arms banded around his back just to hold herself up as a sequence of shivers traveled through her.

  She was a two-person team, Luxe only worried for herself and Mimi, now she was a shaking wreck, so relieved this big fool was okay.

  To get back on an even footing she pinched his ribs and cussed him out again.

  “Jackass.”

  ******

  The dirty rotten thief had a mouth on her, that was for sure. He didn’t catch every word, she was mumbling too fast, but the gist was he was thoughtless and she hated him. Grinder bit back a grin, fingered through her hair and enjoyed their bodies together.

  Was it bad that he liked her like this? A little defenseless, a little…unravelled burrowed into his side? Probably.

  He wanted to take care of her, just put her in his pocket and carry her around a bit and make sure she had everything she ever needed.

  It had taken him longer than anticipated to get out of the party, not that there was any danger, but so as not to arise suspicion, he’d circulated the room once more, talked to another blonde wanting to spend time with him, made like he was making a fuck-date with her, then spoke a bit to a guy from Westbank Falls who owed a share of gun stores. He’d nodded to Snake who knew to get Luxe out safely.

  His only concern had been about her.

  Somewhere during tonight, watching her, it had become so much more than repaying a debt.

  He claimed her with his dirty stare.

  When men approached her, and she gave them her wicked beaming smile, he’d claimed her for himself, even as he forced himself to do the job, to walk away and leave her in a room full of bastards who looked at her with lust, his same lust, he’d felt the change like a physical thing.

  And now Grinder knew he was either drunk or slowly slipping into dementia. Was dementia the one where you wanted to have a woman to take care of? He should ask Lawless that shit, the crazy fucker knew everything that needed to know.

  For as long as he could remember Grinder had a deep-seated secret, for all his bravado and his hit it and quit it not being ensnared by the pink and the wet pussies he’d always wanted to have that kind of forever-fucking-after love.

  To know his old lady relied on him, needed him, not that she was weak in any way shape or form, she’d be strong minded, his equal in everything, could stand on her own two feet just fine, but to know she’d come to him for whatever she needed, fuck if his cock didn’t ache to have someone for himself, fuck if his heart didn’t stutter to wonder … was it Luxe?

  Is that why he hadn’t forgotten her, couldn’t let this theft transgression drop, the way he’d gone like a bull the minute he knew she was back in his area again, and not to mention the motel room, for fucks sake, if that wasn’t a glaring clue he might need his head checked over by a team of doctors. He’d focused on the wrong damn thing.

  He could picture coming home to her, couldn’t he?

  Shit, the image was there in his mind, all the sweet, dirty sex they’d have in the hallway because she couldn’t wait for him to drop his jacket or kick off his boots, she’d just hear his bike pull into the garage and go at him, all claws and teeth, biting him, demanding shit from him, and shit… he’d give her anything, he’d be her damn dutiful sex-giving biker, wouldn’t he?

  Heat penetrated his ribs, her trembling body burrowed closer, he frowned and tightened an arm around Luxe. “Hey, love, you’re shaking, you okay?”

  “I need….” he caught mumbled into his shirt. Damn she really was shuddering now. Cupping the back of her head, he tipped it up. Every fiber of his body came roaring alive, his dick began to twitch and grow because he recognized the heat in her dark eyes, didn’t he? It was, after all, every fucking thing he was feeling all at once as well. “Tell me what you need,” he grated through clenched teeth, a second away from giving it to her without her saying a word, he crowded her back against the alley wall.

  Say it. Say it.

  “I need…” she was shaking hard, clutching fingers into his shirt, her gorgeous face angled up. Fuck it. He already knew. She began to rub her little body on him.

  Back and forth. Hard, soft. And she moaned. Oh, fuck, did she moan.

  Grinder nearly lost his mind, he knew his groin almost begged for her.

  Time passed like a held breath. “God, baby, don’t tease me.” Tease me, please. Fuck. she’d warned him, hadn’t she? That she was a ceaseless tease. Couldn’t say he wasn’t warned about her little hobby for driving him fucking mental, but here he was on his proverbial knees wanting to lick that wet patch on her tiny cotton panties, to drag the material tight over her clit making her scream for it. If Grinder didn’t like her already, then watching her palm her own tits just about did it.

  I’ll do anything you want. What a fucking jackass he’d been to agree to that because now he was watching the blaze of gloried fire in her thieving eyes. She had him right where she wanted him.

  And Grinder loved it.

  His cock hurt. But he wanted more of her teasing. There was no way he was yanking his rapt gaze off her. Her eyes wild. Her body shaking and clutching at him with her tight fingers. He got cocky with a frog in his throat when he angled his head down and declared in a hot whisper. “You’ve never had a man quite like me. It’s okay to be a little afraid at first.”

  Was that a blush he saw? He couldn’t quite tell in this light but he smirked as she laughed in his face. “Dios. What an ego you have. There’s countless men out there like you.”

  “Not as special as me, love.”

  Their faces drifted closer. Breaths shared. “I need …”

  A grunt ripped from him. “I know, Luxe.” Adrenalin was a great motivator for letting the walls down and the sexual longing in. “You wore yourself out resisting me, didn’t you, baby?”

  “Just shut up talking, chico. And give me … something. I need it now.”

  Bombs went off behind his eyes. Grinder was about to embarrass himself and come in his fancy pants.

  Before that could happen, he concentrated fully on the woman in need. “You want a fuck right here, baby?” he would unzip for her.

  “No.. I …“ her forehead puckered, fingers went back and clutched in his shirt pulling him closer, her hips rubbing on him driving him crazy. “I can’t come that way.”

  Everything in him stalled. Eyes didn’t even flicker focusing on her face twisted in want. He cupped the back of her head. “What do you mean?”

  “I just need your hand in my panties.”<
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  “Luxe…You’re telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?” incredulity stained his voice.

  “I’ve had orgasms. Just never that way.”

  “Never?”

  “Ay dios. What part of never do you not understand? It just doesn’t happen for me that way, it’s no big deal.”

  Lust swirled around his torso. Made him harder. He wanted to be her first. Possession tripled. “Oh, baby. It’s a big fucking deal, rubbing one out yourself and getting one from a thick cock inside you is a whole other thing.”

  “Coño, chico. Stop all that talking.” Grinder grinned. That told him. Hungry kisses drew over her cheek. He began to pull up the dress, he traced the back of her panties, moved around the front, found her soaked through the material, oh shit, swallowing a groan when she popped her pelvis forward, seeking what she needed, he edged past the material, found heat.

  Jesus Christ. He was ever closer to coming like a teenager.

  “Do you hurt between your legs, love?”

  “Yes.” She whimpered.

  “Ask me to make the ache go away.”

  “Make it stop, Nathan. Make me feel good.”

  One slip of his long finger and he was inside her buried to the knuckle, curled upwards, when she bucked he knew he’d found the starship fucking enterprise up there. Lengthening his thumb, her touched her clit and rubbed her roughly. “So goddamn wet, baby. How did I know you’d be soaked the first time I got my greedy hands on you? Squeeze down around them, love, you let me feel how tight it’s gonna be when I get my fuck between your legs.”

  “More…” she moaned into his mouth, fingering her faster, he did his own groaning when she yanked at his hair, obviously he wasn’t kissing her as she wanted when her tongue licked around his lips, coaxing him into battle.

  Grinder practically burst into flames, aching so much to unzip and fuck her against the wall. “Luxe. Damn… I want to fuck you, baby. I want in here.” Sliding in a second finger he pumped the same way his body was roaring to do.

  His rotten thief was lost to the pleasure, mewling as she sucked on his tongue, the sensation of his fingers pushed inside her wet heat and the tortured way she rode them about killed Grinder.

  “Just this. Just this.. Dios…..”

  If it were up to him he’d watch her for hours as she drowned in her pleasure, but the realization they were standing in a foul-smelling alleyway part way between a pet store and a fresh bakery motivated Grinder into getting her off and convincing her to come home with him so he could do her real slow and nasty.

  She cried out. “Nathan.” Her breath hitched, she went tight all over, her inner walls shaking as he pumped and pumped, rolling his thumb against her tight little bud. She pushed up on her toes as if she was arching for something just out of her reach. She moaned his name desperately again, he angled his head down, enveloping her in just him, he twisted his fingers. “Baby, I’ll get you there.”

  “Nathan.. Dios. Por favor.”

  Her plea dragged something desperate out of him to give her everything she needed. Grinder had never concentrated so fucking much than he did in the next thirty seconds, working her pussy, making it slippery wet, he plied her with so much attention, urged on by cries of his name falling out of gorgeous lips.

  And he swore he’d never seen a sexier climax on a woman. Hips wild, she didn’t calm for a long minute then she sagged against him.

  Removing his hand, Grinder kissed her, catching her in her weakened state to fully taste the woman tying him in knots.

  Her hummed exhale was nothing short of satisfied. He felt fifty foot tall. “Mmm. That was nice.” She pushed him aside, and rolled her dress down like he hadn’t been plundering her a second ago. “Now I could eat, sí?” collecting her purse from the floor, she exited the alleyway and left Grinder there.

  Mouth gaped.

  His unfulfilled cock throbbing.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  “Paint the nursery. Fuck my old lady. Go to war.” - the life of a Prez

  “I could eat a horse with the saddle and hooves.” Announced Zara from the couch of their little home, surrounded in candy wrapper carnage. The food debris was from an epic marathon of the Die-Hard movies her biker-man insisted she needed to see. What she needed was something salty followed by something sweet, rinse and repeat on a never-ending pregnancy hunger loop.

  Rider smiled at her and just like that she melted into goo. It was ridiculous how much they meshed together. The emotionally damaged, former academic good-girl with the notorious one-percenter president. They were wonderfully, blissfully happy in their life, day by day Zara had to pinch herself in case this was all a dream. Sometimes in the night she'd lie awake just watching his chest inflate while he slept, so puffed up with love it was a wonder her giddy joy wasn't loud enough to wake him.

  It was absurd really, how happy Zara felt. This biker-man who was her everything and who treated her like a queen covered in spun gold. She was adapting to be being spoiled rotten and getting her own way with just a well-placed moan of his name. It was the little things, how he always held her hand wherever they went, and the way he didn't protest the roasting temperature she liked to have their shared showers, not to mention he always made sure she had food. And their sex was always awesome. Not occasionally awesome. Every-single-time awesome, he made sure of it. She was frequently left useless after he'd had his dirty way with her.

  Zara had thought those relationships only existed in a romance novel, no man was ever so perfect for a woman and then she met Rider. I want you happy, Icy. She was fast finding out this last year together, during all the ups and downs and still the emotional struggles she faced, that he would do anything for her happiness. Anything. It was a sparkling contentment she lived with now deep in her soul. Just looking at his face, god, that face, how could a man be that handsome? His striking features ought to be illegal, he still had groupies drooling over him, hazard of that face, she supposed, but it was Zara he cornered in the office to sit on his lap, it was Zara he came home to. Other women could window shop him all they wanted, she knew who he belonged to.

  A year into their relationship she knew they had something pretty wonderful and not just because of the bun they were making together.

  Underneath her, Rider chuckled and rubbed his massive palm on her growing belly. “My kid is hungry.”

  “I’m scared she’ll grow to the size of a monster and my lady bits won’t ever be the same again.”

  Her man was big all over, fit, and seriously wide everywhere, and she was so much smaller in comparison. It was inevitable any child of his, along with the cocky attitude and constant swearing, would come out huge. She looked down at her bump, fretting a little.

  She needed more sugar to calm down.

  “Icy…” he was suppressing a laugh but Zara was deadly serious. “She?”

  “What?” Zara’s head was in the delivery room with a doctor telling her the fifty-pound baby would just have to stay inside her womb because there was no feasible way it could come out of her vagina. Oh, god. She needed M&Ms right now.

  “You said she.”

  “I can’t keep calling the baby it. Besides, it will be a girl, I already decided. A princess to drive you nuts, it’s what you deserve.”

  “Why did I ever think you were sweet? wicked girl.” He gave a closed-lip smile.

  She snickered. “That’s an easy one. You were thinking with your beautiful dick.”

  Speaking of. Her atoms began to buzz again. Sexual hunger overtaking the need for food. My god, she was turning into a tramp for her biker-man. The doctor said her hormones were increasing therefore so would her libido. The doctor hadn’t informed her she’d want sex around the clock, every hour on the hour until she was exhausted. No one forewarned either of them about that, not that he ever complained.

  “Ambrosio… honey.”

  Rider grunted, switching his gaze from the TV to her, blue eyes darkening. His chest expanded with an almighty inhale and s
he would swear on a stack of Vogues her entire body gathered ready for an immediate climax just from watching that action, he was truly gorgeous. “I know that tone. You need on my cock again, Icy?” he grew hard under her and wasn’t that just a miracle since she’d been using him often already. She smiled against the mouth that dove in instantly for a hot wet kiss. A full-on assault and the sensations of his tongue gaining entry thrummed through her body.

  “Can you?” he’d taken her several times today starting at dawn when she’d woken with his hand palmed against her boob. That was all the provocation Zara had needed to crawl on top of him and work him out before he was properly awake.

  Until Rider had come along in her life, crash landing his whole entire club and making them hers, she’d never felt the frisson she now did. No man had affected her in this way. Their attraction felt like flames licking at her skin.

  His eyelids were low and sex-heavy just how she loved best.

  He was ready.

  “I got one more pump in me, then you’ll have to make do with my mouth if you need more.”

  Zara purred, already reaching into his pants.

  ******

  “Oh, god, Ambrosio. I’m going to come again. Oh, it’s good. It’s good. It’s … oh, god, honey.”

  Sweat dripping into Rider’s eyes, his veins bulged as he rolled his aching hips and slammed once more inside his girl. Enveloped in wet fire, she was so goddamn soaked from the last hour of fucking but still tight as a fist.

  He worked her up.

  He worked her deep.

  Jesus.

  His girl’s pregnancy hormones were gonna kill him.

  “Zara, baby, get it for me.”

  “Fuck. Honey. Please. Please. Please.” She was an explosion under him, taking it like his good girl, from behind on all fours, rotating her gorgeous hips, bouncing on top of him, enticing him all hours of the day and night, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in weeks, not when Zara would cozy up to him in the dead of sleep, filling her pretty pink mouth with his dick to wake him and them mewl she needed his fuck.