Tracking Luxe (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 3)

by V. Theia

  He was sunk. Just call him the titanic.

  Her eyes like a damn mood ring shooting at him. “I needed some air, you fluster me, and I want to punch you, Nathan! Furthermore, stop saying all those things, who talks like that anyway? It’s confusing to my body.”

  He laughed full belly, all his worries drifting away. “Damn, you’re like a sphere of livid fire all the time, aren’t you, love? I didn’t realize until now that’s your default setting. Why the hell does that make me hard?”

  She blinked suspiciously. “It-it does?”

  Grinder pulled her forward, just a little encouragement, she came most of the way herself until they were chest to chest and he could get his hands on her. “Yeah, it does.” He showed her.

  “I usually just piss guys off when I get angry.”

  ******

  “I can be pissed and hard for you at the same time, baby. It doesn’t alter what I feel. And fuck any person who doesn’t appreciate your spirit.” The warm sensation swirled around her belly. Luxe allowed him to pull her closer, gravitating towards him as if Nathan was the sun. She hadn’t known until that minute she’d wanted reassurance, because frankly, she was a hot head, she’d always known it and so very few dealt with it well. She was prone to storm off at a moment’s notice only so she could process what she was feeling and sometimes, idiota men, took it as a sign of aggression and moodiness.

  Thickness coated Nathan’s voice, thick enough to cause her to shiver when his head lowered. “You are fucking perfect, thief.”

  “Do you talk to every woman like this?”

  He gusted a sigh hard enough to blow her hair back, looked her dead in the eye and she knew he was being genuine. “I don’t even take off my clothes for any other woman, but the way you’re eyeing my pants like you’re trying to use the force to get them off, you only have to say the word and they’re gone.”

  Oh, dios. It sounded like a line a guy would say, to ease him into the next bed. They’d fucked and enjoyed it, he didn’t need a line, right? The pleasure was there, fizzing, making her needy.

  “You’re a dirty-dog, Nathan.” She smiled, subtly moving closer to the dog’s heat scorching through his clothes, a furnace her body was attracted to.

  He shuddered.

  Seeing the physical result of her touch, her voice, it made her feel powerful. Sexy. Two feelings she’d never experienced together until now.

  In that intimate second of silence unfolding between them, Luxe realized how much she’d missed him.

  ******

  Grinder took her mouth without any prior notice than that, the same time his hands grabbed her ass to align her hips with his, rubbing his rock hardness on her like a fucking horny cat.

  She was doing some of her own rubbing, driving him insane, eating his mouth as fast as his tongue dipped into hers. “Do you want to fuck?” he growled, licking her lower lip, sucking it fast, biting it until she moaned, her hands had gone into his hair and stayed there, dragging him this way and that.

  Luxe whimpered and ground her hips harder. He knew what her body wanted alright, he could smell it damn well rising off her skin couldn’t he? But she wasn’t getting away this time by saying he seduced her into it. “You’ll have to tell me if that’s what you want, baby.”

  There was her scowl. Angry, furious scowl etched on her blemish free face. Her eyes were glassy, lips wet.

  Say the words. He urged silently, both hands gripped her hips until he thought he might be bruising her. Rather than complain she seemed to soften in his hands, bending towards him. That little fucking body wanted him even when her lying tongue denied it.

  “Nath…”

  “Say the words, it’s not difficult to admit you want me. I already know you do.” He was making it so easy for her.

  “Then why do I have to say it?”

  Grinder smirked and dove back for another kiss, this time longer, sweeping his tongue over hers until she whimpered, only then did he draw back. “Because I want you to say it. I want to hear it soaking sweetness from your tongue.”

  He watched a whole silent conversational war going down in her eyes, he had to wonder which side she’d land on.

  He waited.

  And fucking waited.

  “I want to fuck.” She hissed yanking on his hair, making his head meet hers in the middle and this time it was Luxe who got inside his mouth first, swirling her gorgeous tongue to push him into madness, her taste blasted and they moaned together.

  She wants to fuck me. Thank god.

  “Let’s go.”

  Latching onto her hand, she had to jog a little to keep up with his stride, he didn’t dare glance sideways at her or he’d take her down to the ground and fuck them both stupid on the sidewalk. There was nothing he wanted more than to tear those clothes off and take her right there, make her scream and beg and gush her pleasure all over him.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Grinder walked a little faster, her fingers flexed inside his and only when he reached his bike did he cast her a hungry look. The same look mirrored on her face.

  “We didn’t pay back there.” She laughed.

  Damn. She was right, they’d left their food half eaten, too busy chasing her outside so he could… what? Dry hump her against a wall like a damn teenager too out of control of his own hormones.

  His cock ached behind his zipper reminding him he was still out of control.

  “I’ll go back and pay later.”

  He hit green lights the whole way home.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  “When doubts creep in, drown them in pleasure. – Luxe

  Luxe woke in slow increments, too warm to move she didn't want sleep to vanish just yet, but it was the gentle in-out motion of something underneath her that caused both eyes to ping open and realize she was fully laid out on top of Grinder who was fast asleep.

  He had her fully encapsulated in his beefy arms, one looped around her waist, and his other hand rested on her ass cheek, before she’d startled awake her face had been curled into the crook of his neck, it was the tickling of his beard that had roused her.

  In sleep he looked soft, no demanding lines marred his forehead, his hair was straight tufts, she found herself grinning as she reached up and brushed the mop out of his face. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had done unspeakably dirty things to her last night when he was juiced on adrenalin. Dios, he’d been a man possessed, even now as she stirred a little her inner thighs protested. This man, who didn’t even snore, was the same man who had whispered filthy orders in her ear while he pounded her from behind with his rutting cock.

  Had she fallen asleep on top of him, or crawled there in the night? Had he pulled her across the bed and placed her on his chest? Tendrils of warmth flooded her for that evocative option, here she was now captured once more by him, unable to uncork the truth and admit she liked being right here with him.

  That truth was too heavy, too insane to deal with.

  Curling the edges with ashes and disappointment, and then leaving nothing but spent ash in her mind. Doubts were minefields to Luxe, she’d rather be a moody bitch, a constant scowl than feel as if she’s not worthy of someone’s attention.

  Her mom left and while it doesn’t pain as it once was, that niggle in the back of her mind is what stops her growing closer to anyone past a certain level of comfort, the moment she hits that level she finds some way to sabotage, to reset to default and start over again, because in her mind, everyone leaves eventually, she is only speeding up the process and saving herself the heartache.

  She can handle anything but the doubts. Some vestige of self-protection exists because she keeps all her questions inside like a coward.

  It was a full proof plan until Grinder had come along.

  Does he like me?

  Is this going anywhere?

  Is it just sex?

  Should I leave first?

  Have I stayed too long?

  She really liked a gu
y and it made her feel all girlie.

  Banishing her doubts, she instead focused on the man with his hand on her butt crack. Ruled by her body and its budding need for indescribable pleasure, they’d had all night long, she’d been in every position possible and still… the hunger.

  Naughty man.

  Luxe rimmed the fullness of his lips with a gentle fingertip, brushing the hair of his beard, she could truly study his face.

  He really was handsome.

  Bossy, craggy and handsome.

  Do this, Luxe. Bend here, thief. He’d said it all and god help her, she’d loved it and complied without protest.

  Talk about chasing the pleasure dragon.

  Sex was fine, but cuddling like they were? Self-doubt crept into her mind, whispering how he was losing her focus on things she had to accomplish.

  Jamie needed the fleet of cars by the end of the week and so far, she’d only gotten six.

  Sex with Nathan was … she needed a thesaurus to aptly describe wonderful. And distracting. Wonderful seemed weak, lame, inadequate, but however she described what they’d been doing together didn’t make it any less true that she was suddenly unfocused in her work and nothing came between Luxe and her ability to make money.

  Not even a cuddly teddy biker to snuggle.

  Extracting herself from the warm body, she got precisely one inch free when those thick arms banded tighter and a gruff rumbling voice brushed her ear. “Go back to touching me, love.”

  “I need to get up.” Her stomach was glued to the ceiling. I need to go. I need to go far away from this domestic bliss, I mean nightmare.

  “Not yet.” And he nuzzled his beard against the side of her face. Luxe cupped the side of his head, either to break his neck or shove him away, but the gesture turned into her sorta-hugging him closer.

  Who was she? Luxe’s resolve was short lived with Grinder’s voice coaxing in her ear. She feared he could talk her into anything and she’d happily go along like a lamb to the slaughter.

  “More touching. Then we can sleep some more, it feels like the middle of the fucking night.”

  Her lips twitched looking at the clock on the bedside table. “Almost eight am.”

  “As I said. Too early.”

  “Don’t you have to work?”

  He groaned, vibrating his lips against her neck before he kissed her pulse.

  Oh, dios, it felt nice, her body hummed a little when his hands stroked the full length of her spine and cupped her plump ass.

  “Yeah.” He didn’t stop touching her, didn’t make a move to roll out of bed and get back to living life.

  There was a hole in her stomach that grew, a nasty greedy hole that was so hungry for him to go on touching her she would have done just about anything for it. “Bring all your soft up against my hard, love.”

  Not moving an inch. Her breath stuttered. “A-aren’t you getting up for work?”

  “Luxe. Now.” He helped by pulling her the inch separating them, her breasts flattened on his chest, his mouth found the valley most sensitive in the dip of her neck, skimming, tasting, she arched on a moan. Aching. Aching. The hole filling up with his affection. The larger than life erection jutted into her belly, giving a wiggle, she dragged a grunt out of him.

  The air crackled between them. She became hyper conscious of his warm breath brushing her neck. Maybe they could stay like this a while long.

  Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Ten different arguments for climbing out of that bed warred through her mind. They’d ridden each other all night long, acts she should be ashamed of if she was a different sort of woman.

  Reality had no place in a bed that belonged to a biker. A soft warm inviting bed. A hard-inviting man underneath her. She bit his shoulder and heard him grunt again before he rolled to his back, the navy-blue comforter pushed down to his waist.

  “Want to get rough, love? Go ahead, reach down and fist the cock that’s always ready for you. Make it fast, I need your come again. It never stops, does it?” His eyes grew slumberous.

  Dios. The things this man said was indecent and exciting.

  And he was bringing a possessive side out of her she never knew she had.

  “It sounds like you’re desperate for me to climb on top and use you again, Nathan.” Aware of every atom of air sifting through the bedroom making the very oxygen syrupy as it fought to reach her churning lungs. Oh my god, Luxe. Breathe, bitch. She was already licking his wide torso before she realized.

  He grunted and palmed the back of her head. “I’m desperate for you, Luxe.”

  Hoooo boy, he packed a punch. Not only was the kidnapper as gorgeous as a man could be, his tongue was quick and dirty, it seemed to say everything she’d wanted to hear.

  “Then lie back and let a thief…” she didn’t finish her sentence, instead she let her mouth do the rest by engulfing the swollen tip that had been poking her in the belly this whole time.

  “Oh, shit.” His gruff tone made her shiver.

  She sucked and reveled in turning him inside out.

  Only when he was cursing the air and grasping her hair did she let up, sliding up the rest of his huge body to position herself, watching him deal with a condom. She hesitated, dragging the head of him through her wetness, she saw stars, she saw planets, her eyelids flickering down, Luxe was cognizant of her own heartbeat thrumming.

  “Luxe. Fuck. Decide what you’re doing. You made my cock big and angry, I need inside you.”

  She sank down taking all of him.

  Eyes met. The strain in his corded neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, mouth slightly opened, they both moaned together as he gave a hard upward thrust of his hips impaling her deeper than ever.

  “You should be like this all the time, love, smiling, with my cock stuffed inside you right down to the bottom.”

  “It would make doing my job difficult.”

  “I’d work around it.” Grinder smirked giving a hard shove she was expecting, it stole air from her lungs, bracing on his chest, she settled across his lap. He was a simmering block of steel under her, she just wanted to grab him everywhere.

  Up. Up. The bed creaking. Nathan was shoving up so hard he was taking her off her knees. “Don’t stop.” He groaned scraping his mouth against her neck.

  “I’m sitting on the most perfect cock, just even try to make me stop.” She bucked wildly burying him impossibly deeper, the pleasure already there waiting for her to grab on tight and never let go. Nathan made her feel a lot of things, savage was new.

  He captured her head in two huge hands, letting her ride at will. “Fuck, you shouldn’t say shit like that, giving me crazy, filthy ideas to never let you off this cock again.“

  She rode, she rode, she rode. “I’ll go to sleep with my hand cupped around your pussy, to wake you by shoving you over into a climax before those pretty begging eyes have even opened. Luxe, you shouldn’t ever give me an in to ideas like that or I’ll bastard well take them.”

  He sounded so fierce growling with his eyes alert and his torso sweating, giving him the fuck she needed from him.

  Luxe’s mind reeled, momentarily pausing with her breath chopping like a runaway train, breasts wet from his hasty sucks. He didn’t take to her stopping; his solution was to grab Luxe’s hips and get her moving again.

  Oh, the pleasure. so close, so close. Nearly. “I’ve done nothing but think of this for weeks and it feels better than I remember.” She confided. She was sore from a night of hard lovemaking but nothing was stopping her racing to the end.

  Everything tightened, almost unbearably. He sipped at her top lip, then the bottom one.

  Lust was pouring into her body at an alarming rate causing her to see stars. Good sex, enjoyable sex, but nothing had felt like this.

  This lust was brand new and overwhelming. Every time with Nathan was brand new and crushing to her system.

  Grabbing his one arm then the other, she led them up over his head, told him to hold the headboard. “Don’t m
ove them.” she warned. This was her ride and she’d damn well ride as she wanted to. Scraping her nails around his elongated rib cage, she found two dips and held on. Liquid lightning flashed inside her, leaving fumes in its wake. She was so alive and full of him.

  “This feels so good, doesn’t it, kidnapper? Too good. So good. Maybe I should have tied you up.” His head reared up, eyes flashed at her, she wasn’t seeing refusal, only hot, hot, heat in those gray babies. “Tied you down and took what I wanted, Sí?”

  “Luxe,” he growled. “Come on the cock you’re torturing, please. Fuck, baby. I can’t stand that wetness, driving me mad. Use me,” he gritted out. ”Use me and make yourself feel good.”

  They took a simultaneous deep breath.

  “I didn’t know fucking my kidnapper would feel so good.” She watched his fingers clench around the headboard as if he was holding onto his will not to flatten her to his bed and hammer it home in hard slams. She smiled down at him and did as he demanded.

  Never stopping until the electric feeling pulsed through her, until their climaxes had waned and all that was left was harsh breathing and the sense she wanted to keep her kidnapper.

  She really, really wanted to keep him.

  Luxe detangled them and flopped boneless at his side. Buzzing in her head, she felt the kind of good that should be illegal.

  “Are you crazy addicted in love with me yet, kidnapper?”

  Oh, god. Stop sign. Abort! All noise ceased, it was as if she could hear the air particles fluctuating. Why had she said that? Instantly regretting it, she tried to turn her head to smile, instead she sort of buried her head in the soft pillow and wished for the bed to swallow her.

  “Is that what you want, Luxe, for a kidnapping bastard to fall in love with you?” His quiet question serious in tone, pushed at her sense of people always leave in the end. His hand started at her waist and stroked upward until he was cupping a breast, his thumb flicking at her nipple, hardening it instantly.

  Her first instinct that roared to the surface was to scoff, to laugh in his stupid, gorgeous face and deny it, better yet, to taunt him that yes, that’s what she wanted, to bring him to his knees with feelings for the woman he’d initially treated badly, to have the ultimate payback when she walked away from him. How great that would feel. Only it wouldn’t, would it? She wouldn’t feel good by hurting him.