Tracking Luxe (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 3)

by V. Theia

  That was why she was still feeling the languid effects of her orgasm.

  God, she wanted more.

  He watched her move slowly to his side, didn’t move a muscle when she climbed onto the seat next to him, kept on going and moved onto his lap, a knee resting either side, the motion shoved her dress up most of her exposed thighs.

  Crotch met crotch and they both groaned. Nathan’s more tortured.

  Luxe grinned slyly, licking her lips to tempt his gaze.

  “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

  “No,” another grunt. “Yes. Are you using me again?” his voice cracked like a whip.

  “Oh, Sí. Do you mind?”

  His Adam’s apple worked. “Not at all, love. I don’t mind you rubbing a wet patch on my pants.”

  He watched her with a heat level in his eyes that made her belly clench. There was no doubting what his look was all about. The man was hungry and he’d seen her on the menu. She had to control her lungs before she could meet his stare head on, schooling her face of any expression he could use to his advantage.

  But the want was there. God help her.

  Senses homed in on the bite of his fingers on her hips. Large tanned hands moved up to hold her waist. A big, warm palm landed on the back of her neck. She wanted to move it down to the place that throbbed.

  So much want for a man who had tied her up, gagged and questioned her like she was a damn enemy of the state. Maybe if they would have gotten naked and fucked a year ago she wouldn’t be this agitated over him wondering what if.

  Mmm. She really did enjoy teasing him though, he took it so well and that was so rare, the heady rush she got knowing he was allowing it, not like some jerks who would call her vile names for not climbing onto his big-boy dick, why couldn’t men just enjoy a little flirtation and leave it at that? Grinder seemed happy enough to let her drive and she took advantage with great rolling swirls of her hungry hips, scraping the thin fabric of her panties to his crotch.

  Blood, erratic and uncontrolled plunged through her veins, heating every inch of her skin.

  I want him so badly.

  Luxe moved her nose to tap his. “When you begged me to use you. Dios. I’ve never heard anything sexier. I think the dirty MC boy wants his dick to pay for his crimes.” Tiny brushed kisses dropped to his lips. Luxe was smiling at the grunts coming from Nathan.

  “I was tied up for a long fucking time. I think at one point my shorts cut off circulation to my vagina.”

  “Fuck. Let me lick it better, baby,” he tried kissing her and she pulled back. “Fuck. Fuck. I’ve never begged a day in my life. I’ll beg right now.” She rotated a little faster, a little more out of control hearing his voice scratch against her cheek, the softness of his beard, the bite of his fingers, she moved and rubbed herself on him just because she could. “You’re worth every inch of pride, love.”

  “And don’t forget the tape over my mouth. For hours, Nathan. Do you know what it’s like for a New Mexican woman not to be able to speak?” she chuckled and bit his earlobe.

  He grabbed the back of her neck, hauled her those last few inches and brought their mouths together, crushing the hottest kiss onto her lips she’d ever tasted before, he sucked her tongue until Luxe forgot everything she was saying.

  The touching she’d expected, she was still buzzed from earlier, but the taste of him flooded her mouth, so good, so good.

  His tongue aggressively pursued hers, then took her over completely. She had to hold onto those broad shoulders or her jelly legs would have done something despicable and wrapped around his waist. The desperation of his kiss was like nothing she’d experienced before. She could taste how humble he was being, a man like Grinder didn’t subservient himself to anyone, yet he was gentle, passively allowing her to roam over his body, to rein the passion that blistered as she teased with no intention of following through. Oh, but the want was a scream inside.

  Their kisses were bottomless. Starved reaching mouths of pure want.

  It was terrible of her, but she popped her pelvis forward just to hear that ragged rumble from his throat again, dragging over his thickness. She’d been thinking of that noise for days and days, how she’d tortured him and he’d let her. Her sex clenched with need.

  Fuck him. Fuck him. Use him, it’s what he wanted, to have his big boy feelings taken care of.

  He reminded her of an animal, frozen for an endless moment before he sprang into action. A switch flipped and instead of taking the humping, he took over, gripping her hips, he used her to jack off on himself. “Oh fuck,” he cursed. “Fuck.” into her mouth. “Baby. Goddamn.” His wild groans bounced against her lips, making her shiver, making her hot all over.

  The tracker was undeniably sexy. The sexiest man she’d ever been with.

  He grabbed two handfuls of her ass like he had the right to. She supposed after giving her an orgasm he kinda did. His kiss was dominant yet not forceful, strong but gentle. She felt cared for in his great hands.

  She felt wanted. Desired. It was a head rush that was for sure.

  His expression, dark and starved, burned into the back of her eyelids.

  Unfisting his shirt collar, she lay a hand on his thumping chest, she pushed him back to gather her screaming hormones in order. Remembering at the last moment, before she unzipped his pants, they were in a diner closeted away in a corner, but still, very fucking public. “Take me home.”

  His breath eased out over her lips, how gorgeous and intense his eyes were. “I thought we could----”

  “Your home.” Luxe confirmed. Feeling a little dizzy. “Take me to your home, gorgeous man, right now, before I change my mind. I’m ready to accept your apology and use this hard body for everything I want, that’s what you said, isn’t it?” nails raked down the side of his neck.

  “You’re hurting here, aren’t you?” he fingers tunneled between them and she grasped him tightly.

  “God. Yes.” He was up out of the booth dragging her behind him before she could say another word, he threw money at the waitress and carried on outside where he took her mouth so blistering she ceased to breathe. “I’m going to fuck so many sorries into you, Luxe. So, fucking many.”

  His growled declaration was flint to steel, igniting a steady vibration in the lower portion of her body. She could only answer by whispering sí into his mouth.

  Outside it was impossible not to share more ravenous tongue fueled kisses.

  His hands were everywhere.

  “I’m going to pump orgasms into you, love.” He declared, his growl so strong it sent hot shivers between her legs. Was she crazy? Maybe. But she couldn’t stop this now, she wanted him too badly.

  Luxe chuckled, holding onto the back of his thick hair. “Don’t be disappointed if that doesn’t work out, chico. I told you my body responds better to different stimuli.”

  Just like a man he took it as a challenge. Determination in his eyes.

  “You think I’d give you such a shitty fuck you wouldn’t get off from it?” Those violently, suggestive words rendered her mute, giving Grinder plenty of room to draw his fingertips up the back of her dress and to touch her center from the back.

  Turned on, she moved against his questing fingers.

  Her eyes flickered closed when he slipped his hand inside her thong and fully cupped her sex. Warm and tender, he stilled his hand there, holding her.

  Now she had no intention of moving him, moving herself maybe, as her hips canted forward urging him to stroke her. “I should be insulted for your lack of faith in just how hard I can get you off, Luxe.”

  Oh, god, she was so dizzy. “What----what was the question again?” she filled her mouth with the tang of his cologne, licking along his neck, aching for something he was promising.

  Reality became something of the past five minutes ago, replaced with a dirty fantasy she’d conjured up in her bed late at night.

  Luxe didn’t take an ounce of notice of Nathan’s apartment, they crashed through the door,
two people desperate to fuck each other. The journey over had been spent holding onto his waist and wishing they were there already.

  He had her pinned between a wall and a hard cock.

  Breathing like an out of control bull against her mouth.

  I did that to him.

  She was equally breathless and needy, hands pushing off his jacket, un-tucking his shirt from his pants she rolled hands under to touch heated skin, his hard-flat belly was something to purr over.

  “Do you think I’ve got a fucking nerve touching you like this after everything I’ve done?” thick thighs held her there, his hands busy unzipping her dress from behind, he added. “I do. I can only take so much fucking teasing. Open your legs, make room for me.”

  Dizziness assault like it had a right to her brain space. She thought she moaned because her throat vibrated, and what do you know, her legs widened all on their own.

  “That’s right. Now I’ve thought about going down on you for a fucking year, that’s 365 days my mouth hasn’t tasted your pussy, so that’s what’s about to happen, Luxe. You can hold on if you need to.”

  He was so clinical.

  So fucking hot.

  Her body went through a series of shivers and gasps.

  The meaty hands peeled her dress down and dumped it on the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra, she was left in a red thong and her boots, he looked at it like it was cake he was about to chew. His palm stroking into her wetness. “You can ask me what I’m gonna do to you after I’ve had my mouth filled.”

  Luxe gaped. His dirty talking amped her hormones to a deadly level.

  “I----” no words came when he pressed his thumb through the fabric and touched her clit, sensations pumped her hips

  “I’m gonna bury myself inside you, all the way to the back where there’s no more room.”

  Dropping to his knees, he used one wide shoulder to keep Luxe’s thighs pried open while he dragged her thong off as though he hated the lace, his lips traveled over her inner legs, his beard tickled.

  “Please.” She pleaded, wanting it more than anything.

  The first touch of his mouth between her legs she screamed.

  He didn’t stop until she was soaked and shaking her second orgasm.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  “Did someone order the best sex of her life? Coming right up.” – Grinder

  Grinder’s brain was fixated in the lethargic way she had of moving, like she was a ballet dancer treading water, she was an assassin stalking its target, each limb in accordance to the music only she heard, it was fucking magic, swish. Swish. Swish.

  Sexy as hell.

  His tongue dried then wet in seconds. The confidence oozed out of her and wasn’t that sexy as fuck.

  Whereas he fumbled with his belt like a teenager who hadn't touched a real tit in his life. Looking at Luxe made his breathing all funny, it kicked around his chest in irregular chuffs, he wanted to savor her, she would taste like an oak aged scotch on his tongue, and as his Pop says you don't gulp that kind of booze, you savor the fuck out of it and appreciate its expense. "You got no idea what I wanna do, love."

  Fingers reached for the buttons on his pants, his hips shunted forward helping her out

  "Tell me."

  "How do you want it from me? I can give you soft if you need, or take you down to the floor and hammer the come out of you. You gotta decide, Luxe, I'm on a fucking knife edge here."

  She shuddered and her breaths became uneven.

  “Rough and hard.”

  A groan of agreement was yanked off his tongue. “I hope you don’t mind I’m taking charge, I know you wanted to use me,” he rubbed his smirk against her open lips, loving how her head arched back to give him better access.

  “No. I like it.”

  Thighs so flexible they spread for him with ease. After an eternity and a lot of praying to the Hulk to get himself under control he lifted her up. “I’m taking you to the bedroom, get your legs around me, I need to show you what happens when you cock-tease me.”

  “I can’t believe I’m about to fuck my kidnapper.” She chuffed a laugh and he leaned down to bite on that delicate pink bottom lip, tasting how decadent and fucking sweet she was, her taste was like no other and he wasn’t getting cheesy with that, she was a woman like no fucking other.

  No woman got him obsessed this way.

  “Say---say something else to me. Dirty things, Nathan.”

  His cock jerked caught between them.

  Want, so fucking huge, crawled up his throat almost strangling him before he got down to the pink and the wet of her.

  “The first time I have you, Luxe, you can trust I will watch your tight, little pink pussy while you strain to fit me in and take me to the bottom. I’ll watch you stretch and listen to your ravenous moans taking it, you’ll take it all won’t you, my dirty thief girl?”

  Her garbled moan against his lips was his answer. She licked and sucked and drove him mental.

  If his brain was banking on doing any real deep depth thinking for the foreseeable it was hell out of luck, all the blood in his body had rerouted to his groin.

  She retreated a fraction and he cursed under his breath. “Too much?” a flash of doubt in his chest.

  “No,” she leaned in and ran her nose up the side of his face, he heard her inhale hard. “Not too much, just right.”

  With an armful of gorgeous woman, he managed, how the fuck he didn’t know since they were joined at the tongues and groins, to get her to his bedroom. He was so drunk on Luxe her sweet, little sex sounds and the way she was yanking hell out of his hair was gonna have this train leaving the station before his pants were off.

  “Lick your lips, baby. I want them wet and shiny before I give you my tongue.”

  “Are you always this bossy?”

  Sucking on her neck he groaned, a hint of grind to his hips, a promise of what was to come. “Usually. Is that okay with you?”

  Nails clawed the back of his neck, making him shudder. “Sí. Bed, Nathan.” He’d been meaning to have his hair cut for the summer months but as she tunneled and yanked he was so fucking glad he hadn’t. Hurt so good.

  Her next kiss was possessive, controlling, almost aggressive. Hard shudders rocked through him as he stumbled them where they needed to be. It was no easy feat, not the way she sucked and mewled at him. Oh, Jesus.

  “Now. Now. Now.” She was chanting.

  Oh, fuck. Yeah.

  They fell onto his wide unmade bed. “Hold on tight. You’re gonna need to hold tight, baby,” his hands covered hers and directed them to the tall headboard crawled half up the wall when he got in good and tight to her pert little peach-shaped ass.

  His bed was the focal point of the whole room with the dark comforter and high headboard and a mattress that felt like he was sleeping on a cloud of orgasms, but all he could see was Luxe and the way she undulated her ass at him, back dipped in the middle, he wanted his mouth everywhere at once.

  Fuck, his erection grew, like a missile it arrowed exactly where it wanted to go. “I need to go at you like a savage, do you understand? I had to watch them with you for an hour, do you know what that felt like? To see others touching your cock-bait body. Fucking touching what is mine. I’ll be softer the second time, love.”

  He felt unhinged suddenly.

  “Oh, god, Nathan. Just do it. I ache.” She descended into rapid Spanish he couldn’t catch. He knew her meaning, she needed him just as badly. Watching her flirt among a roomful of Russians, laugh and let them touch her face, her arm, her ass, Grinder had lost his mind. All he could think of was showing his claim, laying it on her until every slimeball in a mile radius knew who Luxe belonged to. It had been necessary and still he imagined killing every last one of those Bratva until he was swimming in blood.

  “I fucking ache. I’m going to touch you every place they did, sweep it away and only leave mine behind,” she gave him the earth-shaking view as she widened her legs and let him see where she wanted
him.

  Grinder was fast losing focus, fast losing the rein on his control to fuck and own and to have her know only his touch, there was only so much he could take and he hadn’t known his limit until tonight when he’d had to bite his tongue hard enough that he’d tasted blood so it kept his feet rooted to the floor instead of charging to punch Russian’s in the face.

  Her addicting whimpers were his saving grace, they grounded him, her hands fisting in the sheets brought him back to reality.

  Keep it about, Luxe.

  Mine.

  Can’t hold off any longer. Mine.

  “These tits are mine to touch,” he caressed gently, palming both plump mounds before he reached down and kissed each peak. Next, he gentled his hands along her arms in the same places he’d seen her being pawed. “Hated them touching you. Looking at these tits, though, I did enough of my own looking…I can’t take my eyes off you.” He growled, fingers tangled in his hair, she tugged and forced him to meet her eyes.

  “I only remember your hands, Nathan. Touch me some more, get it out and then forget it, sí?”

  “Yeah.” Her perfection up close nearly blinded him.

  Who got a shot at their fantasy? Not an unlucky asshat. But here he was, his gorgeous, fantasy woman writhing and moaning under him.

  “Oh, God. Dios, Nathan.”

  “No one but me is answering those sweet prayers.”

  He went about doing everything he said he’d do, brushing his mouth all over her body, replacing touches and leaving only his behind.

  Luxe whispering to him sweetly in Spanish the whole time.

  And then he really started.

  He could hear the shock in her burst of sucked air. Lips and tongue went at her hard clit like he had a war going on, kissing her intimately to force her into an undulated writhe pushing her hips into his mouth. She gave a husky cry. He was going to make her come with his tongue first, give her this or die trying ‘cause he wasn’t lifting his mouth from her center until he felt her quake.

  “Fuck, this sweet, little virgin pussy.” Lick. Lick.

  “I’m not a virgin….”