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“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. "Thankmy 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.

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