Page 142 of Tracking Luxe

Smiling, she nipped teeth on his bare shoulder, her hand sliding around his belly and rested there. “You have all of me,chico,” she wanted to relent so badly she could taste the sex they’d have, the same sex reflected in his eyes. “But you’ll sleep. I’ll nap with you.” She played her ace card since he took taking care of her seriously as a heart attack, she let her voice drift lower. “I’m tired, too, and could do with a nap.”

His eyes snapped down, face serious and then he was standing, hand out to her. “Come on, love, climb into bed with me. We have a big trip coming up if we’re gonna fly down for your stuff next week.” Arms locked around her waist tight enough to stop oxygen. Her knowing smile was sly, being taken care of by him was going to be fun.

And perfect.

She made sure it was his massive, battered body that slid into the large bed first, settling against the bank of pillows, his eyes watchful as she followed suit.

Because what Nathan needed to realize was, she would take care of him, too.

Being in love meant she was open now. Open for him, he had all of her, the good and the bad and with all that she was, thief and lover, she was his.

Arms came around her, her face found the right nook in his neck and collectively they sighed. A noise of content happiness for them both.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you did, love,” she grinned and didn’t say anything. “Feel free to manipulate me into bed any time. Cause after we sleep I’m waking you with my mouth in your panties.” As if to mark his place one of his hands slid down into the back of her underwear and stayed there while she tried to still the cyclone of need.

Luxe knew one thing. Life would never be boring with her kidnapper.

EPILOGUE

“And they lived happily ever after in chaos…. With a biker keeping his thief out of bar brawls.”

Two weeks later.

“Ah, fuck, there you are.” A very horny biker groaned into the side of her throat, licking before he pulled away. “My Luxe love.” His raspy inhales blowing her hair back, he only had one hard slam in him before she settled him down again with a gentle circle of her hips, telling him without words she’d do all the work this time, fingers playing in the back of his hair, she loved how he reared his head down for her touch, he was like a giant, hairy Labrador puppy.

It was Sunday again and they were on their couch in front of the TV ESPN playing quietly in the background, not that either were paying it much attention. She found herself in a constant flux of needing him. She was rushing home from a job to attack the clothes off him. Or Nathan called to tell her to get her sweet ass home so he could fuck her into the shower wall. Maybe as time went on that lust and need for each other would ebb and flow, butdios, she hoped it never did.

She was so deeply in love with her kidnapper, they were intertwined now.

No Luxe, No Nathan. Along the way they'd become a them, an us, Batman and Robin.

This big strong, protective beautiful man was hers. And he’d do anything for her.

His chest rose and shuddered back down with the sway of her hips.

"Fuck. You're abusing my dick, thief." Air washed over her cheek and she turned her face to come nose to nose with her man. For all the mouthing off he was doing it was his hips rising and falling underneath her burying himself inside, fucking her back onto his erection. Countering with her own slam, his groan was magic and Luxe smiled against his lips.

"It's mine to do with what I want."

His eyes flashed. "Fuck. Yeah, it is. Ride it, baby."

They kissed and loved slowly. Time was on their side now. "I love you." He groaned into her mouth.

"I love you." She returned.

A gust of oxygen expelled from her chest. Just stalled and rattled in her throat. The curl of love from his face was massive, she felt it in every nerve ending. Leaning in, she cupped his face, soft hair tickling her hands. His beautiful masculine face was mostly healed, the stitches over his eyebrow dissolved days ago, still she went gentle on him, a few more days she told herself then she’d unleash the kind of passion they’d been used to. For now, she enjoyed the slow and the unrushed. Her nose nuzzled against his, their hips rolling quietly together, in no great rush to reach the end of the pleasure, they'd had so much today, this round was more of a reaffirming of their feelings, admitting it aloud again.

And Luxe could confess she felt good. At peace. Settled in knowing she had given her heart to someone else and trusted he'd keep it safe.

"We're doing this." A smile brought his lips up.

He didn't mean the Sunday sex on the sofa.

She was fully moved in now. All her things from Santa Rosa were in his condo, piled in unpacked boxes, stuffed in the spare room and her most precious things now had their own secured lockup on the Renegade Souls property. It was the sweetest gift he could have presented her.

"Sí." She smiled back. They really were doing this.

Together.

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