“When doubts creep in, drown them in pleasure.  – Luxe

 

 

Luxe woke in slow increments, too warm to move she didn't want sleep to vanish just yet, but it was the gentle in-out motion of something underneath her that caused both eyes to ping open and realize she was fully laid out on top of Grinder who was fast asleep.

He had her fully encapsulated in his beefy arms, one looped around her waist, and his other hand rested on her ass cheek, before she’d startled awake her face had been curled into the crook of his neck, it was the tickling of his beard that had roused her.

In sleep he looked soft, no demanding lines marred his forehead, his hair was straight tufts, she found herself grinning as she reached up and brushed the mop out of his face. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had done unspeakably dirty things to her last night when he was juiced on adrenalin. Dios, he’d been a man possessed, even now as she stirred a little her inner thighs protested. This man, who didn’t even snore, was the same man who had whispered filthy orders in her ear while he pounded her from behind with his rutting cock.

Had she fallen asleep on top of him, or crawled there in the night? Had he pulled her across the bed and placed her on his chest? Tendrils of warmth flooded her for that evocative option, here she was now captured once more by him, unable to uncork the truth and admit she liked being right here with him.

That truth was too heavy, too insane to deal with.

Curling the edges with ashes and disappointment, and then leaving nothing but spent ash in her mind. Doubts were minefields to Luxe, she’d rather be a moody bitch, a constant scowl than feel as if she’s not worthy of someone’s attention.

Her mom left and while it doesn’t pain as it once was, that niggle in the back of her mind is what stops her growing closer to anyone past a certain level of comfort, the moment she hits that level she finds some way to sabotage, to reset to default and start over again, because in her mind, everyone leaves eventually, she is only speeding up the process and saving herself the heartache.

She can handle anything but the doubts. Some vestige of self-protection exists because she keeps all her questions inside like a coward.

It was a full proof plan until Grinder had come along.

Does he like me?

Is this going anywhere?

Is it just sex?

Should I leave first?

Have I stayed too long?

She really liked a guy and it made her feel all girlie.

Banishing her doubts, she instead focused on the man with his hand on her butt crack. Ruled by her body and its budding need for indescribable pleasure, they’d had all night long, she’d been in every position possible and still… the hunger.

Naughty man.

Luxe rimmed the fullness of his lips with a gentle fingertip, brushing the hair of his beard, she could truly study his face.

He really was handsome.

Bossy, craggy and handsome.  

Do this, Luxe. Bend here, thief. He’d said it all and god help her, she’d loved it and complied without protest.

Talk about chasing the pleasure dragon.

Sex was fine, but cuddling like they were? Self-doubt crept into her mind, whispering how he was losing her focus on things she had to accomplish.

Jamie needed the fleet of cars by the end of the week and so far, she’d only gotten six.

Sex with Nathan was … she needed a thesaurus to aptly describe wonderful. And distracting. Wonderful seemed weak, lame, inadequate, but however she described what they’d been doing together didn’t make it any less true that she was suddenly unfocused in her work and nothing came between Luxe and her ability to make money.

Not even a cuddly teddy biker to snuggle.

Extracting herself from the warm body, she got precisely one inch free when those thick arms banded tighter and a gruff rumbling voice brushed her ear. “Go back to touching me, love.”

“I need to get up.” Her stomach was glued to the ceiling. I need to go. I need to go far away from this domestic bliss, I mean nightmare.

“Not yet.” And he nuzzled his beard against the side of her face. Luxe cupped the side of his head, either to break his neck or shove him away, but the gesture turned into her sorta-hugging him closer.

Who was she? Luxe’s resolve was short lived with Grinder’s voice coaxing in her ear. She feared he could talk her into anything and she’d happily go along like a lamb to the slaughter.

“More touching. Then we can sleep some more, it feels like the middle of the fucking night.”

Her lips twitched looking at the clock on the bedside table. “Almost eight am.”

“As I said. Too early.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

He groaned, vibrating his lips against her neck before he kissed her pulse.

Oh, dios, it felt nice, her body hummed a little when his hands stroked the full length of her spine and cupped her plump ass.

“Yeah.” He didn’t stop touching her, didn’t make a move to roll out of bed and get back to living life.

There was a hole in her stomach that grew, a nasty greedy hole that was so hungry for him to go on touching her she would have done just about anything for it. “Bring all your soft up against my hard, love.”

Not moving an inch. Her breath stuttered. “A-aren’t you getting up for work?”

“Luxe. Now.” He helped by pulling her the inch separating them, her breasts flattened on his chest, his mouth found the valley most sensitive in the dip of her neck, skimming, tasting, she arched on a moan. Aching. Aching. The hole filling up with his affection. The larger than life erection jutted into her belly, giving a wiggle, she dragged a grunt out of him.

The air crackled between them. She became hyper conscious of his warm breath brushing her neck. Maybe they could stay like this a while long.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Ten different arguments for climbing out of that bed warred through her mind. They’d ridden each other all night long, acts she should be ashamed of if she was a different sort of woman.

Reality had no place in a bed that belonged to a biker. A soft warm inviting bed. A hard-inviting man underneath her. She bit his shoulder and heard him grunt again before he rolled to his back, the navy-blue comforter pushed down to his waist.

“Want to get rough, love? Go ahead, reach down and fist the cock that’s always ready for you. Make it fast, I need your come again. It never stops, does it?” His eyes grew slumberous.

Dios. The things this man said was indecent and exciting.

And he was bringing a possessive side out of her she never knew she had.

“It sounds like you’re desperate for me to climb on top and use you again, Nathan.” Aware of every atom of air sifting through the bedroom making the very oxygen syrupy as it fought to reach her churning lungs. Oh my god, Luxe. Breathe, bitch. She was already licking his wide torso before she realized.

He grunted and palmed the back of her head. “I’m desperate for you, Luxe.”

Hoooo boy, he packed a punch. Not only was the kidnapper as gorgeous as a man could be, his tongue was quick and dirty, it seemed to say everything she’d wanted to hear.

“Then lie back and let a thief…” she didn’t finish her sentence, instead she let her mouth do the rest by engulfing the swollen tip that had been poking her in the belly this whole time.

“Oh, shit.” His gruff tone made her shiver.

She sucked and reveled in turning him inside out.

Only when he was cursing the air and grasping her hair did she let up, sliding up the rest of his huge body to position herself, watching him deal with a condom. She hesitated, dragging the head of him through her wetness, she saw stars, she saw planets, her eyelids flickering down, Luxe was cognizant of her own heartbeat thrumming.

“Luxe. Fuck. Decide what you’re doing. You made my cock big and angry, I need inside you.”

She sank down taking all of him.

Eyes met. The strain in his corded neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, mouth slightly opened, they both moaned together as he gave a hard upward thrust of his hips impaling her deeper than ever.

“You should be like this all the time, love, smiling, with my cock stuffed inside you right down to the bottom.”

“It would make doing my job difficult.”

“I’d work around it.” Grinder smirked giving a hard shove she was expecting, it stole air from her lungs, bracing on his chest, she settled across his lap. He was a simmering block of steel under her, she just wanted to grab him everywhere.

Up. Up. The bed creaking. Nathan was shoving up so hard he was taking her off her knees. “Don’t stop.” He groaned scraping his mouth against her neck.

“I’m sitting on the most perfect cock, just even try to make me stop.” She bucked wildly burying him impossibly deeper, the pleasure already there waiting for her to grab on tight and never let go. Nathan made her feel a lot of things, savage was new.  

He captured her head in two huge hands, letting her ride at will. “Fuck, you shouldn’t say shit like that, giving me crazy, filthy ideas to never let you off this cock again.“

She rode, she rode, she rode. “I’ll go to sleep with my hand cupped around your pussy, to wake you by shoving you over into a climax before those pretty begging eyes have even opened. Luxe, you shouldn’t ever give me an in to ideas like that or I’ll bastard well take them.”

He sounded so fierce growling with his eyes alert and his torso sweating, giving him the fuck she needed from him.

Luxe’s mind reeled, momentarily pausing with her breath chopping like a runaway train, breasts wet from his hasty sucks. He didn’t take to her stopping; his solution was to grab Luxe’s hips and get her moving again.

Oh, the pleasure. so close, so close. Nearly. “I’ve done nothing but think of this for weeks and it feels better than I remember.” She confided. She was sore from a night of hard lovemaking but nothing was stopping her racing to the end.

Everything tightened, almost unbearably. He sipped at her top lip, then the bottom one.

Lust was pouring into her body at an alarming rate causing her to see stars. Good sex, enjoyable sex, but nothing had felt like this.

This lust was brand new and overwhelming. Every time with Nathan was brand new and crushing to her system.

Grabbing his one arm then the other, she led them up over his head, told him to hold the headboard. “Don’t move them.” she warned. This was her ride and she’d damn well ride as she wanted to. Scraping her nails around his elongated rib cage, she found two dips and held on. Liquid lightning flashed inside her, leaving fumes in its wake.

“This feels so good, doesn’t it, kidnapper? Too good. So good. Maybe I should have tied you up.” His head reared up, eyes flashed at her, she wasn’t seeing refusal, only hot, hot, heat in those gray babies. “Tied you down and took what I wanted, Sí?”

“Luxe,” he growled. “Come on the cock you’re torturing, please. Fuck, baby. I can’t stand that wetness, driving me mad. Use me,” he gritted out. ”Use me and make yourself feel good.”

They took a simultaneous deep breath.

“I didn’t know fucking my kidnapper would feel so good.” She watched his fingers clench around the headboard as if he was holding onto his will not to flatten her to his bed and hammer it home in hard slams. She smiled down at him and did as he demanded.

Never stopping until the electric feeling pulsed through her, until their climaxes had waned and all that was left was harsh breathing and the sense she wanted to keep her kidnapper.

She really, really wanted to keep him.  

Luxe detangled them and flopped boneless at his side. Buzzing in her head, she felt the kind of good that should be illegal.

“Are you crazy addicted in love with me yet, kidnapper?”

Oh, god. Stop sign. Abort! All noise ceased, it was as if she could hear the air particles fluctuating. Why had she said that? Instantly regretting it, she tried to turn her head to smile, instead she sort of buried her head in the soft pillow and wished for the bed to swallow her.

“Is that what you want, Luxe, for a kidnapping bastard to fall in love with you?” His quiet question serious in tone, pushed at her sense of people always leave in the end. His hand started at her waist and stroked upward until he was cupping a breast, his thumb flicking at her nipple, hardening it instantly.

Her first instinct that roared to the surface was to scoff, to laugh in his stupid, gorgeous face and deny it, better yet, to taunt him that yes, that’s what she wanted, to bring him to his knees with feelings for the woman he’d initially treated badly, to have the ultimate payback when she walked away from him. How great that would feel. Only it wouldn’t, would it? She wouldn’t feel good by hurting him.

Then she saw his eyes, how they darkened impossibly, from slate gray to rich midnight. Waiting. And she told him the truth. “Sí. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.”

He chuckled, ran his thumb over her trembling lower lip, pulling it down he touched the wet inside, briefly stroking her tongue. The move so sensual she almost forgot what was happening. “What if I’m incapable, if all I can give you is my cock?” An ache started in her chest and no amount of deep breathing would get it to calm down, she tried to slide out from under his arm, to gain the space to become logical once more, sex so good she was becoming emotional over him, but the thing weighed about as much as a Buick and kept her buried in his bed. “Let me up, Nath---”

“Don’t do that,” his head came down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his warm breath fanning her cheek. “Stay right here.”

“I was joking.” She tried to pass it off, her voice weak didn’t really back up the claim and she hated she couldn’t easily hide a thing from him. “Being silly is all.” Pathetic to fear an offhand statement, yet she was terrified, her heart erratic, she’d shown too much of her private self. He seemed to know this because he moved his hand under her breast, pressing down to feel the thud.

And then he lifted his head and she had no choice but to look at him, his eyes meant business forcing her to hold his gentle stare.

“Joking aside, I’m going to take it like you meant it, alright? You want me addicted to you, Luxe? Done. I’ve been that since the first time I saw you. You think I go fucking nuts and kid--detain every woman I’m horny over?”

She grinned. “Nice save, Superman.”

“I care about you and I want to see where this goes,” the hunger in his eyes almost knocked her back, if not for the fact she was already horizontal. What did she do with that? It didn’t come as a surprise and a huge surprise at the same time. A man like Grinder should be known only for his fucks not his relationship status on Facebook. But he cared for her. “I want you to know it goes right back to that first night. And from there I lost my mind a bit and I’m trying badly to make it right again.” Kisses stroked the side of her face, her fingers went into his hair of their own accord.

He’d already made it right, she thought, but wouldn’t let him in on that. It was too much fun seeing him bend over backwards trying to please her, allowing her free rein to give her pleasure because it pleased her. Let me please you, he’d groaned more than once last night and oh, he had, so many times until she was hoarse, until she was so bone tired she’d had to lie there and let him do all the dirty work to send her careening even as he body tapped out for a rest.

Cut and run, it should be an easy option. Why wasn’t she doing it? Why did it feel like the hardest thing in the world to crawl out of his bed, to leave him behind? After she’d processed the initial shock she knew cut and run wasn’t on her table.

When all she gave him back was silence he leaned over, took her mouth in a slick kiss, a kiss she fell into with her mouth open ready while his tongue mimicked sex.

Still, she didn’t know what to say.

On one hand, a gorgeous man liked her, on the other a gorgeous man liked her, holy fuck. She didn’t measure her worth on what another person thought of her, but even Luxe felt the extent of his caring.

One theft and kidnap later they were here.

He must have read something in her silence when his forehead pressed to Luxe’s giving her no choice but to look at him deep in the eye, that massive body pressed along one side of her, that side felt like it was on fire. “Fuck. I never stood a real chance with you, did I? I’d already fucked up way too much.”

And just like that, hearing the hesitation in his croaky morning voice everything settled inside Luxe’s chest, all the places that had been scared a second again became eerily calm. If someone like Grinder could get all twisted in emotions and survive, if someone like the dangerous outlaw could confess serious feelings, caring for her, she could accept her own feelings and resist doing a fifty-yard run out of the door.

With several obstacles in the way, one huge one being she didn’t live in Armado and as soon as this current carjacking with Jamie was complete she would more than likely not pass through town again for a good while, but as for chances and giving them to Nathan?

He had every single chance with her.

Not that Luxe would tell him yet. She smiled and pecked his lips before sliding out from under him, despite his grabbing hands. “I need to shower off your sex,” he grunted. “Dirty, chico got me messy.” Saucily, she looked over her bare shoulder at him, he hadn’t moved a muscle, but ohhh, his eyes were doing a lot of branding, sweeping over her naked body.

Her voice trembled with all the power she was feeling coursing through her center. “And while I do that, you can get up and make me some coffee, por favor.” From inside the bathroom, she took control over her nerves, the Nathan effect hadn’t lessened a bit, not at all.

She called out. “I can’t hear you moving, kidnapper. You’re still making it up to me, remember. Move that sexy ass, I need café.” She smiled when his groan blasted through the two rooms. The bed creaked and she heard the pad of feet and then the slide of rough denim.

Chances were for men who proved they wanted one.

Chances were for a man she wanted to see more of, no matter what she had to do to make that happen.

Reaching into the wide shower stall, she switched on the water, testing a hand under it. The noise masked the body creeping up behind her until she felt the full length of him at her spine, the rough denim brushing her butt.

That noise coming from her throat was a purr and when he pulled her back, a hand around her waist, the other around the front of her neck, his head buried in her throat, she purred again, loud enough this time to embarrass herself.  

“Fucking addicted to you, Luxe,” he rasped, vibrating her skin, making her shiver from head to toe, her butt rubbing back on him. “All of you, every angry little piece of you, not just this.” This was him knocking her with his hard groin.”

Her head swam in the steamy bathroom.

“My girl. My angry girl. Get used to that, let it sink in. I don’t fucking share. I’ll go and make that coffee, love.” Streaking a hot kiss down the side of her throat he was gone a second later, leaving her standing there dramatically shook and her nipples hard as pebbles, desire rippled in her midsection, his possessive claim turned her on. Scared her. Thrilled her. She swallowed past the lead in her throat.

Well, at least she had no room for misinterpretation. The kidnapper had staked his intentions quite clearly, she thought.