Page 107 of Tracking Luxe

Peace came from chaos and she was basking in it.

Lock that down.

Claim him.

Make him yours.

Could she? Did she want to?

It felt like a weakness to want it all, to crave it even more.

“If you’re done eyeing up my ass,” an instant heat filled her face hearing his smoke heavy voice. He turned his head and winked, a smile on his beard face, crinkles formed by the set of overcast colored eyes that held her captivated all night. “Grab the juice from the fridge and come and eat, love.” That devastating grin ravaged her senses and stalled her heart for a second. His voice, bedroom gruff and pure lust, caught her breath.

Yeah, there he was.

He was going to feed her. Nathan took it as his personal task to always see she was well stocked nutritionally. Luxe liked food, really liked food, her ass did not lie, and being catered to, it was win-win in her book. She took the jug of orange juice with pulp (after he’d asked which kind she preferred) to the island and hummed when he caught her around the waist, kissing the side of her neck, his chest wall was hard and warm and he smelled of a fresh shower and happy dreams.

“Buenos días, kidnapper.”

His answering groan resonated in the most basic of ways, heating her insides. Kisses streaked up and down her neck until she had to crane her head back to experience more. His beard tickled. “Do you forgive me yet, Luxe?” The past few weeks had been pretty perfect. This new deal with Jamie meant she was earning cash faster than she could put into her checking account. While the risks were higher than most of her jobs, the pay-out for minimal amount of her time was worth it when she was able to treat Mimi to that trip to Vegas she’d wanted all year.

Not to mention every time she came back to Colorado her number one focus was this dirty biker with the hands all over her hips drawing her back to make sure she felt the distinct hardness pressing into her butt. Stealing cars was her job of choice now, but visiting this man was fast becoming her obsession. She could barely go a day without him, let alone a full week. Have perfect dick, will travel, was her motto.

Smiling to herself, she slipped out of his arms and picked up her cup, looking at him over the lip as she put it to her mouth, sipping delicately and finding it made perfectly as always, he was spoiling her with rich brewedcafé.

He looked so hopeful, so gorgeous.

“Not yet, kidnapper. Now feed me.” He made a noise—not quite a grunt, sort of a moan, but more of a sigh of happiness. More kissing happened before she got a taste of food. He wrecked her, in long licks and tiny bites, one tender and scorching hot kiss at a time. “You’re too beautiful for words, thief.” His mouth took again.

God. The man knew kissing. It wasn’t even funny how addicted to that mouth she was. If they broke up she wanted custody of that mouth.

He shuddered and pulled away, she could tell reluctantly by the way he groaned again and adjusted his crotch. Smiling to herself Luxe took a seat. Was there any more powerful feeling to a woman to make a machine of a man like him shudder?

He fetched.

He carried.

And he saw to everything Luxe wanted all day.

It really was nice.

Four days back in Santa Rosa felt like four million. All Luxe wanted to do was to be back in Colorado in a neat little condo watching Grinder cook vegetarian food after an epic bout of sex and ESPN on his flat screen. Damn.

This was addiction, wasn’t it? This was loony-bin inducing even when she was mid-job she was back there in that condo on her knees making a very big man groan with his fists buried in her hair. She mused on it chewing an apple, half way she discarded it and turned on Netflix. Not even an episode in she grew bored and restless so she took a hot shower, hot enough to peel the skin off her sexless bones and even that didn’t help.

With a huff, disgusted with her body and how it was governing her thoughts she picked up her phone and called the man of the hour. Velvet tones seduced her ears. “Hey gorgeous. I was just thinking of you. Have you had a good day?” the smile came through clearly and Luxe all but purred feeling the snap of it between her legs.

She lounged back on the leather lazy boy in her lonely living room.

Luxe could tell him of the drama she had with the two Mercedes she eventually stole but it was touch and go whether she would end her night in jail. Luckily for Luxe she kept her wits about her and escaped with the car undetected. She’d told Jamie she was lying low for a while, for fucks sake she was sure she was on CCTV, not that she would be recognizable, she always changed her appearance, but still, it was annoying when people she hired to do a simple fucking look out job couldn’t come through.

It was a headache she could have done without. But it was far from her mind hearing the roughness in his voice and the obvious noise of him sitting down. It was late. He should be at home, or at least, she hoped he was.

“Nathan … I need you.” She told him truthfully, her hand sliding down the flatness of her belly straight into her pale blue boy shorts.

She heard him hiss. “Fuck.Baby,” and god bless a dirty biker he didn’t miss a step. “I’m going to get you off so hard.”

“Sí.Por favor. I need you.” She made an annoyed noise. She wanted him here, his taste in her mouth, dirty words scraped by her ear, his heavy weight on top of her while he churned every muscle to work her out. “I want you here, kissing me so badly, I can taste you.” If she closed her eyes she could feel him breathing his hot breath on her neck like he does when he’s just come and he’s trying to find the will to live again.

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