“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.

As a rule, Luxe wasn’t the jealous type. She’d never really cared strong enough for a boyfriend to wonder if he was cheating, it was usually her who called it quits because she’d mentally checked out weeks previous, so then, to feel the bolt of it flooding her entire body until all she felt was the urge to grab the blonde from the seat to stop her infecting the air around Nathan came as a surprise.

Oh, so that’s what it feels like. A bit like murdery fireworks.

The sensation was odd, the strength of it nearly made her vomit.

Hurt rose, and dampened the strange fog around her.

She saw the moment he clapped eyes on her. Those gray babies didn’t widen, didn’t flick with surprise or guilt, he was free to have any old blonde slut touching his leg, brushing against his arm.

God, this skank was touching him!

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Remember they do strip searches in jail. Not forgetting being some woman’s cell bitch.

Nathan didn’t say a word, almost like he was baiting her into saying something first, well, screw you, chico, she ought to turn around and leave him to his obvious date.

Don’t hit her.

Don’t hit him.

Why wasn’t he pining into his beer? That jerk.

“You,” her finger pointed to gain the woman’s attention. She was awfully slow in turning her head and as she did, she sorta laid it on Nathan’s shoulder. He didn’t tell her to move.

A sickening panic battled alongside the pleasure of his warm stare, warm and amused. Was he on a date? She closed her expression, her breathing changed. “Get the hell out of there right now and trot along to some other warm body.”

Well tough shit if she was ruining his date.

“Who are you?” his not-date asked.

“Me? Sweetie, I’m just his long-suffering wife at home with his six kids while he’s here getting pawed by a chippy who should respect the sisterhood and not fuck around with married men, now get the fuck out so I can kill my cheating hubby-baby, I won’t tell you again. And by-the-way, he has genital herpes, you’re fucking welcome.” She wouldn’t allow his amused grin to charm her. Not yet.

The woman was gone in a second, lost in the crowd, probably lapping up some other biker.

Luxe took a seat, sipping on her bitter lemon martini.

“Good to see you, too, wife of mine. You can call me hubby-baby if you want. Mind telling me where you parked the kids? Don’t say with gramps, he feeds them cookies for dinner.”

“Sorry to interrupt your date----”

“You’re not sorry.”

“---- I’m not sorry.” She laughed hollowly.

“And it wasn’t a date.”

They spoke over each other.

“It wasn’t?” she hated the uncertainty in her voice. Steeling her gaze, she scowled and sipped again, letting the acid of the lemon dictate how she felt. It was unreasonable and unwarranted, Nathan wasn’t hers, he could date every woman in this bar.

Maybe not the bartender.

“Nope. Don’t even know who she was, she said she knew someone who hangs around my club. Why you sitting all the way over there? Come tell me hello.”

Staying where she was, it was Nathan who moved, who slid across the seat until he was flush against her body. Shivers ran down her arm and between her legs, some of her anger dissipating into thin air.

“How’ve you been, love?”

“Fine. And you?”

“Oh, you know.” He smirked flashing her a peek of his teeth. Teeth that had bitten all along the back of her neck, scraped the length of her spine and nibbled the inside of her thighs until she begged him to eat her already.

“Why didn’t you call me?” she blurted and instantly regretted it. Days’ worth of silence she’d hated.

“Did you want me to?”

Men. Dummies.

It had been a long drive with a lot of time to think and Luxe knew this; seducing Nathan was easy, having his body, using it for her pleasure was not the issue since they both enjoyed sex with each other.

What she hadn’t done, and now regretted as she watched him watch her was never having a true what do we want from each other conversation.

She knew a lot about him. What he liked to eat and drink. Who his football team was (she approved) he’d shared stories of his childhood, stories of his most colorful tracking tails, but that fundamental issue of a relationship, she’d skirted around it.

She wanted his body and his attention.

“Sí.” She informed in a clear precise voice that didn’t waver or convey nerves.

He nodded, smiled a little. “Then I’ll call you often as you want. Okay?”

“Sí.” With her mind playing silly games with nervous apprehension seeing him for the first time in as many weeks. X-rated scene after X-rated scene of their last time together playing inside her head, she couldn’t function beyond what her system instinctively did to keep her alive. Fear, desire, lust, anticipation of the unknown.

Nathan was an unknown box to check.

A thought fought through the traffic as he leaned in to skim lips down her cheek. God. She really did love his touch, his beard tickled and his breath always smelled sweet, the leather of his cut creaked with his movements.

Has he been touching many others in her absence? Again, not her business, but there was no room for a logical, sensible thought when she wanted to know.

His mouth moved to kiss her and she tipped her head back, looked him full in the eye. Ice replaced the blood moving through her veins. “Have you slept with anyone else since me?”

Well that didn’t leave breathing room for misinterpretation, did it?

Nathan laughed lightly and rubbed his beard. “I think I like this side of you, Luxe. I mean it shouldn’t only be me, right? Fuck, yeah, I like it a lot. Like you being an attack dog over me.”

Across the bar someone was getting rowdy, a great cheer went up and people clapped and hooted, when she turned to look and saw it was a bunch of guys watching a game up on the TVs she returned to her seat and found Nathan’s face right there.

Like right in her face so her lips almost skimmed his whiskers.

“I should be pissed that’s the first thing you ask me, but since you went all jealous Glenn Close on that chick I’ll keep that in check. Do you think I’ve had another mouth around my cock after your pink lips sucked me dry? Do you think I want in another body now I know what it feels like to drill inside tight perfection?”

Oh.

My.

Dios.

She’d expected a flippant answer. None of your business who I fuck, Luxe. Nah, been working, why, you wanna fuck me, Luxe?

Nothing prepared her for his candid reply. Nothing. Her blood went from normal to absolute volcanic eruption. A nervous laugh escaped her and tension wilted her shoulders so she sagged back in her seat, Nathan went with her, keeping his face in touching distance, the spark of his gray eyes so attractive masked by long dark lashes. No one had ever been so honest with her.

It was a curse, as Mimi would say, to be this insecure about something as simple as being liked, when you wore an armor of fuck you.

She let herself touch him then, by threading her fingers in the back of his hair, using the tight momentum to draw him nearer so mouths could collide. “Can we get out of here?” when he only slit his gorgeous eyes. “Por favor, Nathan.”

“Goddamn you, is this my bi-monthly booty call, Luxe?” his jaw was tight, but his eyes were hot, so hot she was almost singed by the heat blazing out of them.  When a second ago his voice was smooth flirting it was now granite coming out of thinned out lips.

Luxe frowned. She was not good at this.

He’d probably slept with more people than she’d kissed.

He rolled his eyes. “Fucks sake and I’m going to let you, aren’t I? You like lighting me up this way, Luxe, huh? Knowing how easy you can,” up on his feet, he grasped her hand, holding it gently in his much larger palm. “Come on. I hope you’re fine leaving your car, I want you on my bike with me.”  

“Look, we don’t have to, no need to get pissy about it.” She frowned, stopped him dragging her through the bar with a tug of her hand. He spun to tower over her, that powerful feeling of a strong man who could easily snap her like a twig but she knew instinctively he wouldn’t lay a hurtful finger on her, was a heady combination twining around her horny body.

“Pissy? That’s charming. You wanna come into town, give me lip for a bitch being friendly with me when I’m a single man and free to talk and fuck who I want.” Even hearing it curdled bile in his lower stomach. “Then climb all over my cock and disappear as quick as you came and came and came. Though, this is my own goddamn fault, isn’t it, baby? I asked for this, for you to use me and my dick as your own fuck toy. So, you’re gonna come home with me and you can get what you came looking for by fucking the shit out of me.”

Her heart seized, both bad and good at war inside her. She relented and offered him a hesitant smile, in hopes of smoothing out the dark scowl on his forehead.

His thumb did that nice stroke thing on her hand.

“Wait. Nathan, hold on, wait will you!” toe-to-toe she saw something in his gaze that frankly scared the tan off her body, she went cold. He truly had feelings for her and she was … hurting him? With cautious fingers, she reached up to cup his cheek, his beard tickling her palm, silently grateful he didn’t pull away, his head came down a fraction further. “Nathan, I came right to you the moment I got here,” she was reminding him of what he’d insisted the last time. “I came directly to find you first because----because I wanted to see you.” because I missed you more than I’ve missed anyone before and I couldn’t stand it any longer that you haven’t called me.

His tongue came out and he licked his lips. God, killing her with desire. His eyes were searching her face.

He nodded finally, accepting her explanation, his frown disappeared. “You don’t deny wanting my cock or telling me you need it…”

She chuffed and told him the truth. “Does that turn you off, being open about it?”

“Not one fucking thing about you, Luxe, turns me off. You came to me first.”

“Sí.”

“You came to me first.” Giving her the full force of his gaze, thickness drawling through his vocal cords, it was a pleasant sound and she initiated a touch by leaning her shoulder into his chest. It was a strange, wonderful thing to hear the excitement in his voice from an otherwise controlled man.

He kissed her with the same amount of force he had shuddering under her fingers, pushing her lips open he stroked inside and gave her a deep, deep sucking kiss. The most intoxicating kiss making her toes curl in her converse. He used his hands and lips and tongue to deliver assault after assault on her senses. Until she was Nathan-drunk. The sizzle he left behind was damn sweet. He emitted a pleasured sound against her tongue right before he pulled away leaving her slightly swaying, pressing her belly into the rigid stiffness inside his jeans.

He was a rare breed of rough, possessive, manly-man and she was so attracted to him it shot fireworks under her skin, made her hot and wet and needy all at the same time.

God, take me home already.

And he was the only thing that made her giddy in a long while.

Another raucous cheer went up and this time it was for the show they were putting on.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Taking her hand again, leading them through a lot of people. His hold was firm yet gentle, like she knew he would knock a whole baying crowd back and protect her if it was needed.

Over by the bar his friend was still sitting with his wife, watching them both, his face straight but a brow arched with silent question in Nathan’s direction. The pair clapped hands. “Catch ya later, buddy.”

Luxe wrapped her arms around his waist from the position on the back of his bike, he reached back and pulled her hand to his thigh where it sat for the entire journey back to his condo.

Her plan hadn’t exactly been for this, she’d wanted some quiet time away from the bar with him, only now he seemed to be under the impression all she came for was to get in his pants. Remaining silent as he flipped on lights, he settled his keys and wallet on the hallway table. She dropped her backpack on the floor by the door.  “Look, this isn’t the only reason I----”

He rounded on her, using his hips to guide her back until her spine met the wall. Steam in his eyes. Sex grated through his voice. Oh, what a voice.

“Tell me you ache for me to bend you over the couch, to feel me drip sweat down your back while I work you into a frenzy like an over starved animal. Tell me you want me to give it hard and nasty, make you pop, because you’ve fucking missed me, Luxe, even if it’s just this neat little body that’s missed having me inside it.” This man was filthy to the core. And she … shit… she liked it. No, she loved it.

Luxe dropped down to her knees, catching the wide-eyed reaction as she fumbled to open his belt, the leather and steel clanging together.

Sandpaper tone. “Luxe.”

“I missed this.” Her cheek nuzzled his crotch, before reaching into his jeans and underwear, grasped the cock that only weeks ago had shocked her for its size and perfect girth.

“Luxe,” his hands came to the back of her head when she leaned forward and licked his cock on that sensitive part. “Luxe. Fuck. This isn’t right, you should never be on your knees.” Corrosion stained his already strained voice, she could hear his agony as she pumped him from tip to base.

Beneath his protest lay something primitive, carnal, she saw clearly looking up and found his eyes trained on her.

“That’s a you problem not a me problem.” She liked this new angle for blowing him, being on her knees in front of him was erotic, and it appealed on so many fucking levels she was hot underneath her clothes, letting him control how deep her sucks were. Showing him, it wasn’t all about using his incredible body for her own greed. This was for them both.

She enjoyed this, eyes on him, she let him watch as she took him in and in as much as she could fit, her fist doing the rest of the work. “Baby … shit. That’s good.”

“I missed that noise you make. And I want you to do what you said, Nathan, push me over the couch and fuck me like a starved animal,” another tongue swipe. “But first I need to do this.” Oh, fuck, oh, god, she loved his taste. He was above average, that long thick veined length he held by the base in his fist guiding himself back into her open lips, the head turning purple with a little gorgeous leak she licked away. Even his long, tapered masculine fingers couldn’t quite meet around the thickness.

“You want this cock?” he asked husky tapping her lips with the tip, she slashed out her tongue and licked him, captured and sucked before he pulled free. “Open up then, love. Gonna fuck that tongue until you know how much I missed you, and how this cock only wants to be inside you, not a bar chick, not any other chick.”

Luxe latched on, no teasing this time, she caught purchase, hands resting on the back of his thighs. “Oh fuck, fuck, baby.”

He cursed and began thrust over and over without a break, chanting her name like a prayer, finding and keeping to a steady, unhurried rhythm that she soon, miraculously, got used to, jaw stretched, she gloried in the feel and taste of him.

“That’s enough,” lifting her under the armpits, he was panting from his nose, she’d wanted to make him lose his mind and she had for a minute, he seemed to have other ideas, grasping her chin he directed her head back and slammed a kiss down on her mouth. The kiss was him staking a claim with a savage command that she surrender under, she did embarrassingly easy.

He ate at her lips, slowly and thoroughly until she felt needier than ever, until the need was a living breathing ache under her skin. Sex had never dictated her life until him.  She pulled at his ropey arms to bring him closer, pushing the cut off his shoulders, dragging at his thin cotton T-shirt covering what she was desperate to get at.

“Gonna show you now, love, what it means to me that you came to your man first, then you tell me in words dropping off that dirty, dick-sucking tongue just how you missed me. I want to hear I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

You are. You already are the best.  

He paired his commanded whisper with his hand around her nape, leading her to the couch.

Hooo, boy. He was going to bend her over it.

She stilled, focusing her desire filled eyes on him, feeling a little dizzy from the blast of the horny-desire looking back at her. “Are you my man?”

“Of fucking course, I am,” his declaration was so damn sure she inhaled hard. “Now hold on, you’re gonna get your wild man now.”

So, she had a man… her sexual organs tightened. Primed ready for him to be inside her at long last.

“I’ve never wanted another woman the way I crave you. You gotta know that, Luxe. This isn’t superficial level. It goes deeper than anything I’ve felt before, all the way to my bones.”

He dispersed with her clothes like they hadn’t even existed on her body at all.

Needy.

Grabby.

She bent over, eager. The thick tip of him probe, her mewl tried to coax him in.

“Who’s the one who gives you cock-orgasms, baby?”

She panted. “You. God. Dios. You.”

“Damn right it’s only me who knows how to dig in hard and deep and get you off. Only ever fucking me, you understand?”

“Yes, only you. Only my man.”

One harsh push and he was seated inside.

And then Nathan really dug in. Both groaned together, the pleasure immeasurable.

His staccato thrusts pushed her face into the couch, it smelled like it had been cleaned only recently, some rich, tangy lemon scent. “Work your little clit,” rough voice, strained, each lunge powered deeper than the last, it was too much, altogether too much, if she touched herself she’d launch into orbit.

“Too much.” She moaned hoping he’d understand because real long words and full sentences were a thing of the past since Nathan had put his dick inside of her. Luxe felt the weight of him on her back as he leaned over and bit her on the ass, she squealed liking it, hoping for a second. “I like watching you touch yourself, baby. I like your fingers grazing against my dick while I’m shoving it inside you when you’re hastily trying to rub an orgasm out. Fuck, so gorgeous, aren’t you? Jesus. Mine and gorgeous.”

His speed increased.

The couch began to groan, if it broke it was his fault, she was a sacrificial victim draped over it with her ass in the air being fucked so good she was seeing Jesus. Fingers went where he wanted them, deliberately caressing where they joined, they moaned together. “God, yes. Luxe, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her body gathered, there was no stopping the effect he had on her, she would come several times and still want more by the end of the night no matter how tired she was.

Fingers clenched on her hips, and he gave her one of her favorite moves by slamming inside her so deep so slow then he stilled buried to the hilt, almost to the point of pain from being filled so full.

“There it is.” His laugh croaky and too pleased with himself.

Holy crap, she cried out like she was being murdered in a dank alley with a rusty shovel, coming with a full body shudder. That fucking move, it was witchcraft, once he’d discovered that was the move that got her there with his cock he used his powers for evil when she wasn’t prepared for it.

When he withdrew, just pulled out agonizingly slow, her cries turned to whimpers, Luxe shuddered, gripping the couch and he began all over again.

He did drop sweat on her back.

And he did whisper the dirtiest things she’d ever heard before, of everything he still wanted to do to her, how beautiful he thought she was taking his fuck. His voice scratchy against her cheek was the catalyst to so much more pleasure than she was prepared for.

“You’re a locked box, Luxe. But you give me this, don’t you?” he panted into her neck, both collapsed onto the couch, Luxe draped like a wilted lettuce on his lap, could only hold on while her lungs reformed somewhere inside her chest cavity, shuddering with aftershocks, and Nathan hadn’t fared any better, sweat glistened all over his hard body and he smelled like sex. She didn’t feel like a locked box, not after that third round of riding his lap fucking him for all she was worth.

The man was a machine, seriously.

“I want all your secrets,” he grunted, hands stroking down her melted spine, she cuddled in closer, wanting the touching more than anything, in such large hands it was an odd sensation to feel safe and protected...loved, even. “I want inside your head as well as this gorgeous little body. And I’ll get there, won’t I, thief? Because you’ll share more than sex with me.”

His words, even as she panicked a little, warmed her insides. She bit him there under his jaw and he grunted, gripping her ass in two hands.

Just like that her body was ready for more, aching for more and she felt him growing hard against her hip. What did she say; he was a fucking machine.

“Put that inside me and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Her biting moved onto his lips, nibbling in a coaxing tone, before he split her thighs forcing her to straddle him he was inside her in seconds. Sore muscles took him on a panted groan.

“Oh fuck...fuck...that feels...fuck, baby.” So full of a perfect man, Luxe rested their foreheads together trying to breathe, she had to agree, it felt amazing.

“I’m bare. Just. Shit. Just wanted to know how you felt… lift off, love, I’ll grab a condom.”

It wasn’t the fact he’d slid inside her without protection that was causing Luxe’s heart to have a mini seizure, she trusted him enough to not put her in danger like that and she had an IUD a while back for heavy periods, so she was covered brat-wise, it was the smile on his face. It wasn’t gloating because he was gonna get some, he wasn’t cocky .. no more than he usually looked.

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.