Tracking Luxe (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 3)

by V. Theia

  Lick. Lick. “Has it quaked from the inside from a cock-orgasm?”

  She turned red up to her eyebrows.

  “Then it’s a sweet, little virgin pussy until I pound it into a climax so hard you’ll think your back is breaking.”

  “Por favor! Don’t make promises, Nathan, just, uh… just keep doing that, feels so good. Please.”

  She ground out her pleasure, chasing her orgasm and when it happened the dirty, rotten beggar went nuts pumping his face, thighs shaking under his hands, chanting his name. Her reactions went to his head, of course it did, he was making his girl feel good.

  Fucking hell, she was beautiful in the throes, he could see her sparking from the inside. “Hold onto my shoulders,” he growled climbing on top of her, gripping her under the back of her thighs. “While I ram you deep in your very fulfilled pussy and find my own. Don’t move. God, baby, don’t.” Slick sweat covered his chest from exertion, from holding himself back, now he was gonna unleash, then he was sinking home, and he began surging harder than he intended, couldn’t help it, the sensation assaulting his brain and her moans drove him on.

  An invisible vice took hold of the base of his spine, what semblance of control he pretended he still held snapped in half, pressure in his stomach, his balls turned to iron, oh fuck, he was a pumping machine, thrust after thrust, bottoming out, every tight push fisting him until his eyes squeezed shut and she moved her hands from his shoulders into his hair, yanking his head up, Grinder’s eyes pinged open, holding him there … fuck … she wanted his eyes, she wanted to see him lose it. A savage drive of his length into her still-contracting core stole a scream from her throat.

  “Is this what you want, beggar? For me to lose my come inside you? You want to be pumped full to the brim of what you do to me, don’t you?” he kissed the side of her neck, worshiping her.

  “Nathan … Sí. Sí. Yes.” Short breaths fanned his face, long fingers scraped his scalp, she watched him work through so many fucking pumps of his dick.

  He needed something first and by god he hoped he could hold on, already the pleasure was in the base of skull gripping tighter than a monkey with a banana.

  Slowing his hips, he turned his thrusts from frantic to slow and purposeful, tilting her pelvis he knew he had the right angle when she shivered and gasped, he went at her in that same spot again, hitting the G with his D.

  “There it is, love. That’s it, feels good, doesn’t it, hitting it good? Gonna come for a kidnapper’s cock, aren’t you?”

  “Fuck. Oh, my god.” Her neck strained back before her eyes held his, flushed all over, his sweet thief was glistening with sex sweat, her lithe body undulating like crazy as she reached for the good and the out of control. God, he wanted her womb to shake like an earthquake.

  His fingers got in on the action, pushing stimulation from all angles, strumming her clitoris, so slippery he ground down and went to town.

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

  “Beautiful. Perfect. Jesus, Luxe, you’re perfect.” 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 his filthy obsession, 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.

  Gia’s bedroom, to be more precise.

  Maybe she was up there napping. He only intended to stop to grab a coffee and a sausage bagel from the local diner for breakfast.

  Somehow his bike brought him here.

  Again.

  He was a Groundhog Day kind of creeper.

  No point in denying it at this point, not since he’d been in Austin for weeks and had no immediate plans to leave.

  When he’d arrived recently on a mercy mission, his heart all out of fucking whack with worry, he’d camped out at Henry Memorial hospital and hadn’t moved for days. He’d discreetly watched his best friend and his old lady coming and going, their connection to one another palpable, something Hawk hadn’t had a chance to witness growing since he’d been away from his club for nearing a year now. In that time, the Preacher had gotten himself hitched and with a kid. Fuck, he missed home.

  He’d watched the blowhard Mad-dog, real name Ajax Marinos, arrive at the hospital with Rider’s mom, it was with an unguarded moment to see the old man looking worried for one of his kids, Hawk had never seen the man other than pissed off or chewing at Rider for something or other.

  Managing to keep out of sight, Hawk ventured down the long hallway of the hospital to Gia’s private room when he knew everyone had left for the night and she would be sleeping. One night after her burst appendix was taken care of, he’d b
een approached outside of her room by a doctor who looked concerned, probably because of Hawk’s menacing appearance.

  For what it was worth he already knew he resembled a pissed off serial killer most of the time, he was completely fine about it, it kept people away. But as the doctor looked a second away from calling security Hawk had gruffed he was Gia’s husband and wanted to know how she was.

  Husband. Even weeks later he was still churned up. Why hadn’t he said brother? Cousin? Best friend? Next door neighbor? Husband rolled off his tongue like it was meant to be there.

  What a fucking delusional jackass.

  There was a padded cell somewhere with his name on a strait jacket.

  He was too much of an ornery bastard to give into madness, but oh, he teetered daily.

  Case in point, sipping on hot coffee in the heat of late August staring at a house he’d never seen inside or was ever likely to.

  But knowing there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

  He felt at peace knowing his little bit of a thing was safe and recovering inside.

  She’d been home more than a week now, she’d only ventured outside a couple of times, his filthy fucking eyes eating up the sight of her dark hair and little cut off shorts, she was yet to return to work. Yeah, he was the creeper who knew her schedule.

  Fuck the guilt.

  She had no clue he was here and wouldn’t, he was not ringing that doorbell for anything.

  It had been a sore in his gut when he’d learned she was having emergency surgery. It became a done deal instantly that he’d travel to Austin.

  Why was he still here? Stupidity.

  Why wasn’t he leaving? Delusional.

  She was fine and healthy again. He’d seen with his own eyes. He’d done what he came for.

  Leave, fucker.

  Five more minutes, he told himself just as his phone buzzed. Ditching the coffee, he looked up and down Gia’s quiet street before he answered.

  The club owner was on the line. “You’re still alive then. I wondered.”

  “Dramatic as ever, Rider,” his mouth twitched with maybe a smile. It had been a while, he wasn’t sure, could be the beginning of a stroke with his luck. “How’s it going?”

  “I don’t hear shit from you all month, Snake’s wearin’ mourning black.” Joked his president.

  Rider might not have heard from Hawk, but Hawk had seen him recently talking to Zara when they were in Austin discussing some baby shit like two overly happy dickheads.

  He couldn’t quite believe his best friend was gonna be a dad. It suited Rider.

  “I always knew Snake had a thing for me, that weirdo.”

  “Listen, brother, we got us a situation G came across last night.” Rider’s voice downshifted to a darker tone, all talk of joking disappearing, Hawk became alert listening to what was happening back home with the Russians and Rex.

  He cursed when he had the full annoying picture.

  “Can’t we just kill him? I’ll do it for free. Me and Lawless will flip for it.”

  Rider laughed. “That’s why I knew I had to call. We need you home, bro.”

  Hawk’s gut tightened, his eyes on little bit’s house. “Are we sure the heat is off?”

  Weak excuse.

  His chest was burning at the thought of leaving and that was just foolish, he wasn’t having tea parties with Gia, she didn’t know he was here, after their last conversation when he was a complete fuckstick to her he reasoned she wouldn’t be pleased to know or rush to invite him over.

  “No one is asking about Hades anymore, it’s like he never existed, thank fuck. Grinder’s contacts in the bureau have told him it’s an open and shut case they’re not actively pursuin’ unless some new information about Hades’ disappearance rocks up and we all know there is no info to be had. I need my VP home. If this is what I think it is with Rex, we gotta be ready, Hawk, the club’s gotta be strong. I have a kid on the way, no way I want to be in the middle of conflict when Zara is pushin’ out my baby.”

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Loyal to his friend, their history ran deep, he knew what Rider was saying didn’t come easy to him. Rider was both friend and his president, there wasn’t many Hawk listened to and heeded to their command. He could count on one hand who he’d allow to command him, and he’d have three fingers left over.

  His friend was a ball of dynamism, everyone gravitated towards Rider, always had, he was a powerhouse and prospects, brothers and groupies alike had at one point all wanted to bask in that kind of energy he gave off. He drew loyalty. If Rider was worried it could only mean trouble for the club, not only because of the day to day dangers an outlaw crew brought, but now Rider had more than just the club to protect.

  Go home? Okay. Okay. He could do this. He should have done it a while ago when he felt his unstable behavior slipping.

  There was no reason to stick.

  He yanked at his own hair. This was the wakeup call he needed to get his fucking head back on right, hanging out here like a moping chick with a boyband crush. What did he think would happen, really? He had no intention of touching the little bit of a thing. Ever. Ever.

  His obsession was monstrous and she was better off with him far, far away where his taint couldn’t stain her.

  “Okay,” his voice a painful scratch from the back of his throat. “I’ll set off tonight.”

  “Where the fuck are you even?”

  Outside your baby sister’s place hoping to get a glimpse of her to stop my cock from raging.

  “Just passing through Texas, some grubby motel. I was thinking of heading home soon anyway, better now than ever.”

  “It’ll be good to have you back, brother.”

  Hawk felt his chest tighten. He’d missed his club brothers, those annoying shitheads.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he scoffed. “Having an old lady has turned you into a pussy, Ri.”

  Rider laughed. “I’ll tell Icy you said hello. Wait a second, Hawk… “

  Hawk scowled impatient. Jackass putting him on hold like he was a call center. He could hear the softer voice in the background that had to belong to Rider’s old lady. Was she dropping the kid soon? He’d never sought to be around kids, but now the Preacher had a ready-made son, and Rider with one on the way, it was going to be inevitable they got spit up on his fucking boots. The next generation of Souls were being put into place, he thought absently, ice trickling through his blood stream, at least those kids would have a better upbringing. No one calling them a disease of nature.

  “Hawk? Icy just made a good point. You wanna hang around Texas for a while?”

  His heart ceased pumping blood. Zara suggested that? After she was the one to tell him about Gia?

  He couldn’t say a word.

  “Might be worthwhile if you have eyes and ears around the Austin chapter, brother. Listen out to see if you hear anythin’ about Rex and if he’s acting alone, he’s excommunicated but talk is he still hangs around there sometimes like he’s trying to be king of a castle he has no business with, and you know Mad-dog was always his shadow. I can talk to Ty down there, smooth the way for you.” Ty was the Austin president. Tough guy, but fair with it, Rider had handpicked him to run the Texas chapter.

  He didn’t have to leave. He could stay. Why did his lungs inflate so goddamn fast? the relief filling his disturbed mind. He needed out of this state, he acknowledged the madness of his burst of happiness.

  Rust stained his voice. “Your old lady is thinking like a club queen, Ri. Sure, I can stick for a bit and see what I can dig up about the old fucker.”

  A minute later they hung up.

  Right on time for him to witness a white sedan pulling into the small car port right outside Gia’s place. It was a car he didn’t recognize and he had all her visitors down to memory like a fucking creeper.

  It was only when a lanky fucker wearing glasses and carrying a briefcase stepped out that Hawk’s entire body turned glacial.

  Who the hell w
as this walking corpse then? He better pray he was a Mormon bringing the lords words door to fucking door.

  Anger washed through his vision until he could only see in steps of murder as the guy knocked on the door. Waited. And then Gia pulled it open.

  It wasn’t the fact she was letting this guy inside that bothered Hawk, oh, that did, it twisted his stomach until he tasted the bile sloshing with the coffee. It was the fact she gave this guy, with the handsome face and sweep of dark mussed hair, the biggest smile of all time.

  The biggest fucking happy smile he’d ever seen and then she ushered him in.

  Closing the door with them both on the inside.

  It took every fucking instinct and will not to cross the street, not to kick the door in and to not drag the guy out by the throat before he slit it in plain view of everyone.

  Possessive thoughts he had no right feeling assaulted Hawk until he had to force himself to climb onto his bike, to start it up and to drive away, drive away fast, not looking back.

  She needed that. He told himself. She needed a nice normal guy to make her smile, not the attention of an unstable lunatic.

  Hours’ worth of brooding later Hawk shoved arms into his jacket, he had everything he needed to make himself at home in the Austin chapter.

  Beep.

  Beep.

  Beep.

  Some fucker was insistent with the texts. If it was Snake he was going to wring that guys neck, he was never in the mood for Snake’s humor, least of all tonight.

  A brain aneurysm threatened to blow the top of his head off.

  Even as his cock hardened to granite. Oh, to fuck her, just once. To plow the sweet wetness.

  Gia.

  God.

  Fuck.

  It was Déjà vu.

  Gia: Happy Birthday, Hawk.

  Gia: And even though you’re always a giant asshole, I wish you a great birthday!

  Gia: Just so you know you still owe me an apology one of these days. Happy Birthday giant asshole! :-) Xox

  Huh. He’d forgotten it was his birthday.

  Re-reading the messages, his mouth definitely quirked a closed-lip deadly grin this time.