Tracking Luxe (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 3)

by V. Theia

  He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “Ready to leave?”

  “Where are we going, your place?”

  Christ, he wanted her mouth.

  “The club first,” another nuzzle, followed by a bite on the back of her neck. Fuck, he was hard up. When she moaned he knew it was time to go. “Give the prospect your keys, love. He’ll bring your car to the compound.” Grinder waited for the exchange and then for Luxe to head outside to his bike. The smile fell from Grinder’s face. He nodded at Preacher. “Watch the door.” He issued and let his eyes slide left to the table of guys. Preacher gave him a nod of understanding and took up root by the door to stop Luxe if she was to happen back inside before he did what he needed to.

  All four men greeted him with drunken yells. Grinder was known by everyone. His lips thinned with a tight smile. “Hey there, fellas. Having a good night, I see.” He wasn’t feeling jovial. He might have been fine letting Luxe deal with these shitheads but now Grinder had a few things to say on the matter. “That’s good, really good. But you see, you disrespected my woman and I wanna make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

  “Huh… what?” Smiles dropped. Then the penny dropped. One said. “Ah, come on, man, we were only having a joke, you know? No big deal.”

  No big deal. Grinder smiled closed lipped and rounded the table to stand behind the no big deal guy. With lightening move he dug his fingers into the guy’s shoulder, really fucking hard, giving him pain, tight enough that he couldn’t move away, to show he was serious. Leaning down he put his face in their eye line. “I said you disrespected my woman and you won’t be doing it again, right?”

  “Sure, Sure, Grinder,” his drunk buddy said. Grinder waited for assurance from the one he gripped. When he got it, he let go and walked back around and smiled. “Good. You enjoy your night, fellas.”

  “Thought you were letting her handle it herself?” Preacher chuckled.

  Grinder shrugged. A man handled his shit when it was needed to get his point across. “Look at you, knight in fucking shining dickhead armor. Come on, Romeo, let’s get out of here.”

  Taking a long drag on the joint, the pot smoke in his lungs, he offered it over to Luxe, she took it and puffed once, twice a third time before giving it back.

  Fuck. Why did he find that hot?

  Oh, yeah, every damn thing she did got his dick hard. His Luxe did it for him.

  Having her in his club with his boys was another level of satisfaction he never knew he’d wanted. "It's good." she said, laying her head back on the couch. A few more smokes between them he felt the effects and saw it on her face as she relaxed into a smile, her eyes closing.

  "Luxe?"

  "Hmm?"

  "Open for me." Toking long and slow, filling his mouth, he leaned over her and kissed her, instantly prying her lips open and emptied the weed smoke into her mouth, her eyes turned lush and drowsy, he felt her smile into his mouth, and when the smoke dissipated, their kiss turned a little wilder, wet, hot, messy, about the best damn perfect kiss he’d ever had.

  Fuck yeah.

  Her little tongue was hungry and he was the man to feed her.

  Driving him crazy seemed to make her happy and more than anything Grinder wanted Luxe happy so he let it continue, he let her stir him up, to sass him with that dirty rotten thief tongue. When her lips smoothed around his throat and found sanctuary there he tipped his head back on an uneven groan. She was lapping his Adam’s apple like it was his goddamn misery and she was enjoying herself.

  This makes her happy.

  He couldn’t breathe.

  He couldn’t fucking breathe.

  This was happening, she was driving him nuts. Speaking of, his grew taut, his dick got real hard real damn fast. “Luxe … baby.” Dead center of his belly he turned to pure fire, he even had to look down to make sure flames weren’t shooting out of his cock, cause that woman had a lick on her to turn a clergy-man’s head.

  “Get up here, baby. I need your gorgeous tits close enough to give them a hard suck.”

  He knew the moment he was shoved inside her it would be a struggle not to ram ram ram and end it all too quickly, he’d get back in control by kissing her perfect tits, send her mindless, she liked her nipples played with and he had the best mouth for doing that. “Hurry up, Luxe, I don’t have all day to wait for your body to drape over me.”

  "Quit being so fucking bossy.” She followed by asking so sweetly. “Will you fuck me while I'm high?" climbing onto his lap, her touch was frenzied and he loved it, burying his face in the front of her shirt. Loved her being wild and using his body for her own amusement and pleasure.

  They shared a few more tokes of pot until he stubbed it out in an ashtray. Lazily kissing her, his chest wall inflated, lust knocked around his ribs. “You’re so hard all over. This chest is rock,” she purred, hands going in a lot of directions all at once. “I want this hardness on me, Nathan. In me. On and in me.” Fingers went up under his beanie hat to grab his hair, the pleasure went south, she pulled off the hat and really went to town on his hair and lap, pumping and yanking.

  Fuck.

  She was buzzed and high and Grinder had no scruples about taking dirty advantage of his girl. Not when he has his own sexual high going on, making steam practically pour out of his body, fuck, all he wanted to do was lie on top of her and pump until they both sweat.

  “I know I drive you crazy.” She breathed into his lips with her sex-soaked voice showing no signs of caring that she drove him nuts, not by the little smile on her mouth or the way she licked at him and shoved hands up under his shirt. He held her nuclear powered hips and hoped he didn’t die. “But it feels so good. So, so good. What did you call me? A cock-tease. I like being your cock-tease.” Hips popped down, her fingers wound in his hair, he grunted.

  “Baby, you could climb on me twenty-four fucking hours a day, wherever I am and I wouldn’t hate it. Understand? Far as you’re concerned you can call my face your throne. Sit the fuck down, my queen.”

  She full out laughed and crushed the noise onto his lips kissing for all she was worth.

  “Wait...wait,” she insisted on a giggle before he could get his suck around her tongue. She pushed at his chest and he conceded by leaning back. “Show me the guns, chico.”

  “My guns?” he knew his woman was a violent thing but she wanted to see his weapons… now?

  She laughed, a sound he loved. “The guns, the sexy ones.” She prodded his arms and Grinder smirked. Ah.

  Reaching behind him he yanked his shirt over his head ditching it on the floor and he let his Luxe go to town running her hands all over him, no matter how hard and painful he was, he grit his teeth and watched her face. “Damn, they’re really big, Nathan, I can’t even span around one. I love your arms.”

  The way she said his name was pure adrenalin.

  “Tease me, love.” Voice like sandpaper, he was so turned on, so loose in his skin he had so much hunger for her there was no end to it, if anything what he felt for her now in comparison to a year ago was staggeringly incomparable. “Like you did that night in the bar. Rub that sweet pussy all over me, drive me crazy.”

  They kissed each other like it would keep them alive for a century.

  And she did as he asked by driving him out of his mind grinding on his lap until he was in danger of dying of arousal.

  Shit, he loved it. His groan of pleasure was nearly drowned out by the sexiest

  mewling noise his ears had ever experienced. And what do you know, Luxe upped her teasing by slipping a hand between them and squeezed him hard.

  “How can I miss you this much before I’ve even left?” he had a feeling she wasn’t really talking to him, rather her thoughts were vocalized. “It’s like I can’t breathe unless I’m right here,” her hips circled, fingers locked around the back of his neck. “I can’t concentrate unless you’re inside my body. Oh, god. Satisfy me like you do, Sí? Make it good, Nathan. Make it good. I need what only you give me.”


  A cock-orgasm. His thief wanted to quake around the blast of his dick.

  Fireworks jammed up the noise in his head. Oh fuck, her touch was his kryptonite, he considered himself a controlled man, a man who didn’t lose his shit over much, but here he was squeezed on the too small couch in his club room that smelled of old gym socks and the woman of his dreams rubbing the sweetest pussy on his crotch and fingers drawing him down into an erotic hell.

  Grinder was close to doing some of his own whimpering. He’d long since accepted that when he was around her, or thinking of her he had an unforgiving hard on, it was just the way it was.

  He loved her playful. He would die loving her brand of tease, she was so fucking good at it, sweat beaded his forehead, her smile lit him up. The hunger saturated between them, her body demanding what he could give her. He let it scorch through his chest and made him desperate.

  There was no denying the moment he saw Luxe that first night, she’d ignited an unknown emotion in him. Emotion he’d denied for so long until it was all he could hear in his head. He wanted this woman probably more than he’d ever wanted anything.

  "Baby, you can't touch me there. I have no control right now. Only touch me when you want me inside you giving you my best fuck."

  Her shirt was gone in a matter of seconds. Gorgeous tits in his face. "I want you inside me right now." Blasted with satisfaction at the way she tore open his jeans reaching inside to grab his cock. Grinder had to bite his cheek to stop from coming like an adolescent. When you had perfection wrapping fingers around you it was as close to torture as he’d come before.

  "Oh, thank god."

  She laughed. "Thank Luxe."

  He laughed dealing with the condom, licking at a gorgeous brown nipple, sucking it deep and hard and with a raise of his hips he was pushing inside her in one hard thrust, groaning against her breast. "Thank my girl." His vision blurred at the overpowering pleasure.

  The first climax to quake out of Luxe was just the start.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  “I need to get you dirty. And make you mine. My dirty rotten thief.” - Grinder

  The next time she arrived in town Luxe made sure her first stop was to see Nathan. She didn't want to hurt his little boy feelings now did she, and if she really did want to see his gorgeous face, to assuage the ache, just to smell him, then that was okay, too.

  She had three cars to collect at some point tonight. Collect … and drop them off at Jamie's chop-shop so they could be cut into itty bitty pieces and spliced into new cars and sold on. Jamie had a good thing going, not so good for the owners, his business was lucrative with a fast turnover and hardly any blowback with the law and she didn't mind getting in on a piece of the profits, whatever fattened her bank account the fastest, she wasn't planning to be a thief forever, if she had enough to provide for her and Mimi she'd be happy. Until that day she was onto a good thing with Jamie's set up.

  And if she was truthful, coming back to Colorado was the icing on the cake.

  She was told at Nathan's club that he wasn't around. The caustic bald guy from last time, kitten tamer Lawless was across the room staring at her blankly.

  "Do any of you know where he'll be?"

  The man in the tie and vest with his perfect hair scraped back off his face and his white shirt so crisp he looked like one of those Versace runway models shrugged a wide shoulder and looked sorry he didn’t have the answer for her. "Not a clue. Tried calling him?"

  These bikers were so cagey, Jeez. She was sleeping with the man, it was okay to tell her his location.

  If she was the type of women to be intimidated by huge, burly tattooed men who stared like serial killers then walking into the Renegade Souls would put the fear of Chuck Norris into her. As it was, she happened to feel at home in an MC, the dirty, stale smells and the constant noise of engines and rough male voices were of a comfort to Luxe, there was something honest about the way these men lived their lives with no fucks given to the population or establishment, she could admire that.

  Not to mention she was distracted trying to hunt down one dirty-talking tracker, that she didn’t have time to be intimidated by a stare down from those guys.

  Smiling her thanks at the tie guy she left.

  She found Nathan at Otis' bar and grill right around an hour later. Recognizing his chrome Dyna parked outside with a bunch of others all lined up in a pretty line.

  She'd order a drink first, knowing he was here somewhere, her belly muscles tightened, her palms grew sweaty, she was fucking nervous suddenly and needed a minute to pull it together.

  The first man she saw on entering the bar and grill was Nathan's sidekick, Preacher. He was a colossal size, and wide with it, ink as far as the eye could see and hard to miss what with the way he almost filled the entire bar as he sprawled both arms on top as he flirted with the woman Luxe knew to be his wife. The two women had only been introduced briefly as in to say hello before Nathan had whisked her away. It was impossible not to overhear their flirting. "C'mon, beautiful, don't leave me hard up." Slick lust in Preacher's voice coaxing his wife into kissing him. The pretty, brown skinned bartender flipped her mass of spiral curls out of her face, inclined her slim body over the bar and kissed him full on the mouth. "That’s all you get. I'm working, Preacher man, go be a pest somewhere else."

  "You're a cruel wife." He told her, making his woman laugh. To which she told him "Only if you're lucky."

  Luxe felt like a voyeur looking in on their private, happy bubble. It was Ruby who turned then to notice Luxe waiting, smiled and walked down to her. "Hey, what can I get you?" her guy turned startling green eyes on her, watching her closely. A very female part of Luxe wanted to ask if Nathan talked about her to him.

  A minute went by, drink in hand she slid through the bustling bar, searching out tables. It didn’t take her long to find him sitting at a table, even though she’d already spotted his crew across the bar, he was alone with a blonde woman slid all the way into the booth on the same damn side as him. Thigh to thigh. Shoulder to shoulder.

  As a rule, Luxe wasn’t the jealous type. She’d never really cared strong enough for a boyfriend to wonder if he was cheating, it was usually her who called it quits because she’d mentally checked out weeks previous, so then, to feel the bolt of it flooding her entire body until all she felt was the urge to grab the blonde from the seat to stop her infecting the air around Nathan came as a surprise.

  Oh, so that’s what it feels like. A bit like murdery fireworks.

  The sensation was odd, the strength of it nearly made her vomit.

  Hurt rose, and dampened the strange fog around her.

  She saw the moment he clapped eyes on her. Those gray babies didn’t widen, didn’t flick with surprise or guilt, he was free to have any old blonde slut touching his leg, brushing against his arm.

  God, this skank was touching him!

  Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

  Remember they do strip searches in jail. Not forgetting being some woman’s cell bitch.

  Nathan didn’t say a word, almost like he was baiting her into saying something first, well, screw you, chico, she ought to turn around and leave him to his obvious date.

  Don’t hit her.

  Don’t hit him.

  Why wasn’t he pining into his beer? That jerk.

  “You,” her finger pointed to gain the woman’s attention. She was awfully slow in turning her head and as she did, she sorta laid it on Nathan’s shoulder. He didn’t tell her to move.

  A sickening panic battled alongside the pleasure of his warm stare, warm and amused. Was he on a date? She closed her expression, her breathing changed. “Get the hell out of there right now and trot along to some other warm body.”

  Well tough shit if she was ruining his date.

  “Who are you?” his not-date asked.

  “Me? Sweetie, I’m just his long-suffering wife at home with his six kids while he’s here getting pawed by a chippy who should respect the sisterhood and not
fuck around with married men, now get the fuck out so I can kill my cheating hubby-baby, I won’t tell you again. And by-the-way, he has genital herpes, you’re fucking welcome.” She wouldn’t allow his amused grin to charm her. Not yet.

  The woman was gone in a second, lost in the crowd, probably lapping up some other biker.

  Luxe took a seat, sipping on her bitter lemon martini.

  “Good to see you, too, wife of mine. You can call me hubby-baby if you want. Mind telling me where you parked the kids? Don’t say with gramps, he feeds them cookies for dinner.”

  “Sorry to interrupt your date----”

  “You’re not sorry.”

  “---- I’m not sorry.” She laughed hollowly.

  “And it wasn’t a date.”

  They spoke over each other.

  “It wasn’t?” she hated the uncertainty in her voice. Steeling her gaze, she scowled and sipped again, letting the acid of the lemon dictate how she felt. It was unreasonable and unwarranted, Nathan wasn’t hers, he could date every woman in this bar.

  Maybe not the bartender.

  “Nope. Don’t even know who she was, she said she knew someone who hangs around my club. Why you sitting all the way over there? Come tell me hello.”

  Staying where she was, it was Nathan who moved, who slid across the seat until he was flush against her body. Shivers ran down her arm and between her legs, some of her anger dissipating into thin air.

  “How’ve you been, love?”

  “Fine. And you?”

  “Oh, you know.” He smirked flashing her a peek of his teeth. Teeth that had bitten all along the back of her neck, scraped the length of her spine and nibbled the inside of her thighs until she begged him to eat her already.