Tracking Luxe (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 3)

by V. Theia

  He looked genuinely happy to have her there sprawled on his lap sitting on his couch in his condo.

  She made him happy.

  The realization was confounding. Had she ever made someone that happy before?

  She could hot wire cars, steal diamonds and take things that didn’t belong to her and feel a sense of pride for her work with such confidence it bordered on biker-cocky, but affairs of the heart, and emotions, Luxe was still in grade school.

  “You don’t need to,” she moaned, settling deeper on his lap. His gray eyes flared with lust and questions.

  She gave him her own smile against his mouth, began rising and falling on his cock. “We already have a brood of kids, Nathan, what’s one more, sí?” she reminded him of her earlier declaration.

  He laughed throatily. “Fuck me then, wife, let me pound another kid into you, to go with our other six.”

  The way he said it, in jest, grinning as he did, didn’t feel so much like a joke any more, not when it caused her to wonder what they would feel like, him purposely fucking her to put a baby in her.

  How caveman.

  The thought tasted dirty in her mind, but now she was seeing it, how he’d work overtime to fill her full, to stuff her with his pleasure because a man like Nathan would take that job seriously, wouldn’t he?

  Stop it, she chastised and began the ride with hard rolls of her hips.

  “Where did you go?” he brushed hair from her face, holding her steady under the chin so she had no room to avoid his gaze. Rather than lying she told him exactly what it was distracting her and if his eyes had flared wide with no condom, his pupils were practically non-existent now.

  His groan was nuclear. “Jesus fucking Christ. Don’t say that to me, Luxe, not with my cock buried in dripping heaven, Jesus. I can’t breathe.” He flattened her underneath him, yanking her thighs open he pushed them up by holding her legs under the knees, his thrusts powered.

  “You asked what I was thinking!” she couldn’t fully draw on a scowl, not with how good her body was feeling, he knew just how to angle her hips to best give her the fucking she enjoyed, his tip punched a place that caused her to cry out, her neck strained, eyes closed, she held on with every perfect glide.

  Hard.

  Savage.

  He gave her it all like a man possessed.

  “Ever say that again about me pounding a kid into you, I’ll damn well do it.” Thrust. Thrust. He went so hard her orgasm was perilously close to her surface. “Squeeze me, love, make me feel every bare shudder, I need it, need it, fuck ... you feel how wet I’m making you? Love that. Fuck, feels amazing. God, this is the first time I’ve ever gone in raw, I can’t stand it, baby,” he panted in her face, two hungry desperate bodies straining together looking for that golden moment of bliss. “I’d be on you so goddamn much, Luxe. So much, you’d wonder what it felt like to not have me planted six feet inside this perfect pussy.” He seemed to be muttering to himself, his hard churns grew deeper, Luxe arched up as best as she could, taking it… taking it. Ay dios mio, she was floating on pleasure, coming like never before. “If that’s what my thief wanted, fuck, you’d just climb on my cock, wouldn’t you?” his mouth crushed hers, they kissed sloppy and wet, so perfectly. “Not like you don’t already own it, like you got your name tattooed on it.”

  Her heart bloomed. She did?

  “I will be the last fucking man inside this tight, gorgeous pussy, do you understand me, Luxe? Tell me you understand before I lose my mind.” Luxe thought she cried something incoherent to the effect of yes. “I’d be a savage to plant you full. Fuck, why did you put that in my head? Evil woman. I can’t go slow, I can never go slow, you make me insane.” And then he came on a roar that filled more than her body.

  Afterwards he collapsed on top of her and they stayed like that forever, panting into each other’s necks, her hands working down his sweat slicked spine, feeling how he jerked inside her still.

  His hands weren’t only touching anymore. They’re claimed what was his.

  In that seemingly inconsequential moment, she knew things would never be the same, something had changed between them, opened them up somehow, and emotions had been invited in.

  She was only forty-seven percent pissing herself terrified.

  Luxe reached up and stroked his beard, neat and trim, soft to the touch, damp now with sweat from their rough play. "I've seen Twilight, are you imprinting on me, wolf boy?"

  When Nathan only frowned his confusion, she laughed and nuzzled his chin. “I don’t understand any of those words. Now lie still while I get my breath back then I’ll work you out again.”

  Her tired body renewed with a sort of fizzle and heat even as his hand came to rest on the swell of her ass. She’d never been the sort of woman to take orders like the ones he barked out. But god, she was finding she loved it.

  When emotions were involved, it was true that some things you didn’t mind at all.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  "To break a man, you just have to know where his weaknesses lie…” – Luxe

  Grinder knew she was trying to kill him. Starting with his dick.

  Luxe purred his name and dropped the white cotton sheet before he’d barely cranked his neck around to look at what his girl needed, baring her gorgeous tits like she just knew what tricks to play to send his arousal into the fucking stratosphere with minimal effort, and right there, Grinder knew he was never getting to work any time soon, it was impossible, his boys would just have to cope with the influx of repairs without him. When suckable tits needed his attention he was no chump, no tits abandoned on his watch and certainly not his girl's tits.

  He'd tried to leave an hour ago when she'd called out to him from the bathroom, presuming she was looking for new toothpaste he'd found her in the nude giving him a look with her gorgeously rounded hip jutted out in just that way that drove him right into arousal no stopping at Go. What was a man to do but fuck her deep and strong with her hands pressed to the wall mirror, both watching as he slammed into wetness?

  Grinder’s eyelids drooped to half mast, air churning into his chest, unable to look away, feeling the stirring once again in the base of his spine clutching like a tight fist of need, the tone in her chocolate coated voice as she lounged in his messy bed did something to the wiring in his brain.

  Suddenly his unbuttoned jeans were too tight to house his raging full dick. He hadn’t even been able to put on socks let alone his thermal shirt and cut. “My nipples need sucking, Nathan.” She told him and didn’t she just finger one to make it hard as a pebble.

  Jesus Fuck.

  He was knee-walking onto the bed in the next second, his mouth around one of those brown berries, her fingers digging into his scalp never felt so good.

  “You’re gonna make me late.” He laved and licked, played with the mounds, first the left, then the right, not wanting to leave either of them out of his attention, his hand plumping up her breast to better access with his mouth.

  She was sweet. So incredibly delicious.

  “Isn’t this better than working?”

  Inaudible words, he sucked hard and hungrily and heard her chuckling.

  Her laugh was throaty and all too pleased with herself. “When you obey I get muy mojado.” Very wet.

  His Luxe used words she knew were incendiary to his fucking brain. He was her goddamn servant in every way possible, he’d suck on her tits all day and miss work if that’s what she wanted from him. He wouldn’t ever be done making it up to her.

  He wasn’t above begging. Not with her. She’d broken his man brain on day one. With Luxe nothing was off the table and he really wanted her forgiveness. He had a feeling they couldn’t move to the next level until she’d given him it and … fuck, if he wasn’t desperate to make amends to her.

  Grinder wasn’t going to stop his one-man campaign to get the words from her, and even then, his time with Luxe was never over. Hell no.

  He had the long haul in mind when he looke
d at her. There was no way he was putting that face of hers back into the world for another dickhead to scoop up and worship. No fucking way, she was his.

  His woman. His thief. His everything.

  Becoming his constant, the only source of pure happiness he’d ever known.

  He was still having a hard time accepting she’d been out there this whole time, living her life and not coloring his as she did now. This whole damn time and he hadn’t known of her amazing existence until last year.

  Fuck him for being so blind. If he’d known a woman like Luxe was roaming out there he would have searched, wouldn’t he? It’s true what they say, you don’t know what you want until it’s right there.

  Now he knew and it was his girl.

  She was moaning from the back of her throat, the kind of noise that stirred him and let him know she was feeling him. Smiling around a nipple he sucked hard, watching how she arched her back and drew in a breath, her gaze obscured by heavy, desire filled eyelids. Yeah, that’s me doing it to you, love. He popped it free and knee-walked further onto his bed, forcing her to lie back until he was prowled over her. “You knew exactly what you were doing offering me those beautiful tits, didn’t you, thief?”

  She fucking grinned at him and Grinder’s belly plummeted. “Maybe.”

  “Now you can reach into my jeans and get me out. I’m going to show you what I do to beautiful tits.”

  Luxe gasped but did as he asked, her fingers grasped him so tight he almost lost his sight and his come before he was ready to.

  “Baby. Jesus. You’re gonna kill me, I know it. Those fingers …shit, love those fingers.”

  The wicked woman expertly stroked him. Tight and hard. Just in that way that made his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

  Grinder straddled her neat, petite waist and reached behind him, palming her pussy, giving it a firm caress before using two fingers to dip into her wet slit. His cock was in ideal distance of her mouth and her chest. The harder she jacked him off the more he knew what he wanted.

  “You’re going to keep at that, love, and then I’m going to decorate the teasing twins.”

  “Mmmm, Sí.” He smiled at her reaction.

  They came together and when he sagged down onto his bed, exhaustion thrumming down his spine he looked over at her, eyes closed and smiling and his pleasure all over her gorgeous tits. Now he felt manly as fuck he’d branded her as his own.

  Somewhere across the room his cell phone started vibrating on top of the dresser but Grinder was too busy hauling his wasted body across the bed and crawling between Luxe’s open thighs.

  She wanted more of him, he’s gonna give it, there’s not even a shadow of a doubt about that. Not when he lined up his throbbing leaking tip at her entrance or when she clutched his forearms leaning her body into his, whimpering for him to fuck her. He notched to her hole and fed her hunger, one slow inch at a time.

  The cell phone could vibrate itself into the next dimension of hell for all the notice Grinder took of it, probably a reminder from the shop that he was fucking late and had a stack of jobs waiting on him.

  He didn’t care. Couldn’t think of anything but this, of pleasuring his soft, pliable woman with her lips attached to his throat.

  This was next level connection. Disappearing inch by inch inside her, losing his goddamn mind in the process and he’d miss it, but nothing was getting him from the warmth wetness of Luxe’s body.

  “Nathan. Oh god. Sí. Yes. Right there.” When he was planted with no more room to move he stilled, panting slowly into her mouth, letting her adjust. “Are you okay, am I hurting you?”

  “I want to own you,” she declared making his eyes widen. “Do you think you’re hurting me?”

  “Fuck. Luxe.”

  Fingers tended to his cheek and lips. “Of all the things that I’ve stolen. Big things, small and expensive, shiny things and precious things, you’re the one I want to steal and own for myself.”

  There was no way he could stop after that, his body went on autopilot and fucked his dirty rotten thief until she screamed, until there was no more breath in his body and his poor, abused cock was spent. When the crippling waves subsided and he could move again, he peppered her face in whisker kisses.

  They didn’t talk afterward, didn’t move a single muscle, just held each other in the silence.

  But Grinder had one thing to say, to make sure for absolute she knew.

  “I already fucking belong to you.”

  ******

  Panting, she could barely rationalize her thoughts into a processable order, her system was in meltdown leaking all over Nathan’s bed. Mimi would be having excited hysterics if she knew Luxe was completely transfixed in a man, she’d begin knitting right away for all the fat babies she wanted Luxe to have. She hated to tell Mimi she was not even sure she was one of those maternal types, not like she had a very good role model in the mom department and kids have never played a starring role in her life goals. A bit hard to be a career criminal with a stroller.

  Hands, strong and rough curled around her waist and for a second she thought about pushing those hands away, to detangle their bodies and put space between them.

  It was all too much.

  “I knew you had sweet in you.” His smirk could be heard.

  She had gotten sweet that last round, hadn’t she? Stroking his damn ego with how she told him she loved what he was doing to her.

  What the hell. She went all in. Nathan had taken the first step, hadn’t he, by declaring himself hers.

  This man belonged to her. “I think you ruined me for other men.” Emotion leaked like a broken carton of milk. It poured through her shaking limbs, gathered in her belly and broke free.

  “No other men.” He warned growling giving her starved kisses all along the curve of her throat. The sight of such a rugged giant of a man quaking imprinted itself on her brain.

  Thud. Thud. Thud.

  Her heart tripped over its own feet. It could have been the cock nestled inside her soft and pulsing. Or it could have been how tenderly he brought a cloth back to bed and cleaned her between her thighs and then kissed where he dried.

  She fell in love.

  With two hundred fifty pounds of hard intense muscle pressing her into the bed the emotions this colossal tiger evoked in her was girlie and new.

  New and overwhelming.

  And a little freaking scary.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  “Shit. It’s like being on the set of a Sparks movie around here lately.” – Snake

  September was waning and taking the worst of the summer heat with it, thank god. Days drifted into one week and then two. Luxe woke languidly, rolling across the bed to find it empty. She was alone amid a mass of messy sheets that had been tumbled all over last night in their haste to get hands on each other and the scent of sex in the cooler air-conditioned room.

  Doing what every woman on the planet did when they first woke; she grabbed her phone and scrolled through missed calls and texts, social media told her there was no imminent world disasters so she went about replying to a select few people. Mimi came first, she was never ignored or she’d feel her Mexican wrath. Then there were directives from Jamie. She’d been scheduled to go to Utah later today to liberate a Porsche from its unsuspecting car dealership owner, but now it looked like he wanted it postponed until the weekend, something to do with his chopping guy busy with his wife giving birth.

  Taking care of personal stuff in the bathroom, she washed her hands and face, brushed and gargled mouthwash and slipped one of Nathan’s oversized shirts on. Of course, on him the thing was skin tight, she was fucking a behemoth man.

  Thighs twinging reminded Luxe just what kind of night she’d shared with the biker. Fluffing her hair into a kind of presentable mess she left it running down her back and walked through the condo, following the scents and sounds of the early morning. Something smelled good, her belly groaning, since she’d had Nathan in her mouth all night, it wa
s time for some proper nutrition.

  Was this domestic bliss really her? Her clothes were all over his place. Her favorite jean jacket on the couch, boots by the door, her beauty things on the counter in the bathroom and she knew exactly where her discarded underwear was.

  She was in a relationship. So in a monogamous relationship with the man she could hear opening cabinets in the kitchen.

  This was what she’d always thought, wasn’t it?

  She couldn’t want a gentleman without craving a savage alongside it. Someone to respect her and what she does, who wouldn’t object to her light-fingered career choice and who would fuck her senseless in the dirtiest possible way at the end of the night and then take care of her afterward. It seemed impossible on paper, but standing in the doorway of Nathan’s modest condo, his back turned while he fried her tofurky he complained was the vilest tasting shit ever, she cast back to that long ago thought she’d had of the impossible, ideal man, the one she scoffed at for not existing.

  There he is. Her body whispered.

  No, there he is, her heart interjected.

  He was real. That take-charge man who got shit done, who stood back and let her deal with her own business and then treated her body like a queen he adored was right there for the taking. In his tight-fitting boxer briefs and bare feet, every inch of tanned skin on show, ink down one side begging for her tongue to slide over it again and his dark brown hair messy in tufts from bed and her fingers.

  There he was.

  Yeah. Dios. This was what she wanted. Early morning cooking and enjoying. Doing things that had nothing to do with stealing or planning a heist or running from the law or hocking stolen goods.

  This right here, standing quietly in the doorway staring a hole into his toned back was right where she wanted to be. It felt right.