“Shit. It’s like being on the set of a Sparks movie around here lately.” – Snake

 

 

September was waning and taking the worst of the summer heat with it, thank god. Days drifted into one week and then two. Luxe woke languidly, rolling across the bed to find it empty. She was alone amid a mass of messy sheets that had been tumbled all over last night in their haste to get hands on each other and the scent of sex in the cooler air-conditioned room.

Doing what every woman on the planet did when they first woke; she grabbed her phone and scrolled through missed calls and texts, social media told her there was no imminent world disasters so she went about replying to a select few people. Mimi came first, she was never ignored or she’d feel her Mexican wrath. Then there were directives from Jamie. She’d been scheduled to go to Utah later today to liberate a Porsche from its unsuspecting car dealership owner, but now it looked like he wanted it postponed until the weekend, something to do with his chopping guy busy with his wife giving birth.

Taking care of personal stuff in the bathroom, she washed her hands and face, brushed and gargled mouthwash and slipped one of Nathan’s oversized shirts on. Of course, on him the thing was skin tight, she was fucking a behemoth man.

Thighs twinging reminded Luxe just what kind of night she’d shared with the biker. Fluffing her hair into a kind of presentable mess she left it running down her back and walked through the condo, following the scents and sounds of the early morning. Something smelled good, her belly groaning, since she’d had Nathan in her mouth all night, it was time for some proper nutrition.  

Was this domestic bliss really her? Her clothes were all over his place. Her favorite jean jacket on the couch, boots by the door, her beauty things on the counter in the bathroom and she knew exactly where her discarded underwear was.

She was in a relationship. So in a monogamous relationship with the man she could hear opening cabinets in the kitchen.

This was what she’d always thought, wasn’t it?

She couldn’t want a gentleman without craving a savage alongside it. Someone to respect her and what she does, who wouldn’t object to her light-fingered career choice and who would fuck her senseless in the dirtiest possible way at the end of the night and then take care of her afterward. It seemed impossible on paper, but standing in the doorway of Nathan’s modest condo, his back turned while he fried her tofurky he complained was the vilest tasting shit ever, she cast back to that long ago thought she’d had of the impossible, ideal man, the one she scoffed at for not existing.

There he is. Her body whispered.

No, there he is, her heart interjected.

He was real. That take-charge man who got shit done, who stood back and let her deal with her own business and then treated her body like a queen he adored was right there for the taking. In his tight-fitting boxer briefs and bare feet, every inch of tanned skin on show, ink down one side begging for her tongue to slide over it again and his dark brown hair messy in tufts from bed and her fingers.

There he was.

Yeah. Dios. This was what she wanted. Early morning cooking and enjoying. Doing things that had nothing to do with stealing or planning a heist or running from the law or hocking stolen goods.

This right here, standing quietly in the doorway staring a hole into his toned back was right where she wanted to be. It felt right.

Nathan was everything that encompassed on her impeccably-created man. Ironically, he’d become her one solid force, her one stability in a world filled with crime and uncertainty, and she so desperately needed that without realizing it until he was in front of her.

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 brewed café.

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.

“Baby. You’re going to do everything I say, okay? Touch where I tell you.”

“Sí. I will.”

“Reach down into your panties and tell me how wet you are.”

Shivers broke out and Luxe was already quaking before she could tell him her fingers slipped into her pussy easily. “So wet. It’s trickling between my legs.”

“Fuck. You know I’d spend an hour on my knees, with your legs thrown over my shoulder while I eat that sweet pussy. Eat you until you scream. Nothing tastes like you, Luxe.” His voice box so strangled she could hear him touching himself and imagining his thick fist around the equally heavy cock was driving her mad. Was he wearing those black sweatpants she loved seeing him in? The ones that hung low on his hard abs, his dick print sweats.

Everything hurt.

Everything pulsed with need.

“Nathan…”

“I know, love. I know you’re hurting for a hard fuck aren’t you? The kind where I can just slide in deep until there’s no more room and your pussy grabs the fuck right out of me. Pull on your nipples for me, like I do, make them juicy red for my mouth, you know I can’t pass up sucking on them, can I?”

“I love your mouth on me,” she told him. “Please. Tell me to touch myself … there.”

“Where do you need it? Tell me. Say the words for me.”

“My pussy.” She choked out, desperation like no other, her back arching, feeling how wet her panties were and with frustration she yanked them down and kicked them off. The sound of his commands was the closest thing to satisfaction she’d get.

“Ease your ache, rub your clit, feel it burn hot, Luxe. Feel my mouth sucking on it, groaning against the hard-little bud, Jesus, you taste incredible down my throat.” He was panting in her ear giving his own grunts.

“God. God. I need you inside me. Inside me now.”

“I’ll give you every inch, baby. Feel how I sink in, take it all, take my cock to the back. Is it tight, does it hurt a little when I fill you? do you feel me stretching you?”

“Oh, god.” Rubbing herself wildly, there was no stopping the orgasm that blasted through Luxe, it tackled her from all angles and filled her with electric heat she couldn’t breathe through. So full of pleasure the fine hairs on the back of her neck lifted listening to his oh fucks in her ear as Nathan reached his own climax at the same time.

In her greed to feel the bliss she’d dropped her cell phone. When Luxe came back into her body she scrambled off the chair and scooped it from the floor.

“Are you still there?”

“Jesus. That felt amazing. I made a mess, love,” he laughed huskily. “Did I make you feel good?”

Feeling shy suddenly, Luxe blew the sweat strands of hair off her face, she’d definitely need another shower. “Yes, thank you.”

He laughed again. “Always my pleasure. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll call right back, okay? And we can eat dinner together.”

Damn, this man was charming her from hundreds of miles away. How was it he was there and she was here and for the first time today she didn’t feel so alone?

Her heart slammed up against her chest. “Nathan?”

“Yeah, love?”

“Is it weird that I miss you?” Please. Please. Please. She wanted to beg him. For what, she didn’t know.

“No. I miss you a fucking lot, too. I want you here in my place laying on my chest while you make me watch that shit you made me watch the other night.”

Something went soft inside her, her fingers gripping the phone, there was no stopping her smile

She agreed to wait for him, went to have a fast wash up and grab herself a sandwich before he called back. And he would, she knew that, he always did what he promised.

 

******

 

Everything smelled of her; his bed, his living room, the hoodie she wore to walk around his condo in.

Strung the fuck out after a night spent on the phone with Luxe’s orgasms ringing in his ear and covered in his own pleasure, his cock sore and his right hand with a case of carpal tunnel Grinder was useless at work the next day.

She had a ravenous appetite did his little thief.

He didn’t know the transformation he’d feel for caring about one person, wanting to go above and beyond to see them happy. He just didn’t have it in his wheelhouse to know how that felt pounding his heart against the thin wall of his chest, how it would be until it happened.

He sat on a stool inside the garage yawning his head off. Scratching his scalp under his beanie hat he leaned against the cinder block wall listening to the sounds around him, while he checked out the inside of his eyelids.

Fuck this long-distance thing was wearing on his libido. Not that he hated getting his girl off. She’d needed him and he’d done his job the best as he could over the phone, even as he’d contemplated how quickly he could hop a plane last night. If he could have been with her in an hour he would have been there licking her pleasure with his tongue.

“Why the fuck does he get to nap when he’s done fuck-all all day?” he caught alongside the whir of a drill. If Grinder was at full speed he’d rush off his stool and headbutt Snake. As it was he stayed right where he was. That shit was going on the tally.

“He’s missing his woman.” Offered an amused Preacher. That shitbag could never keep his trap shut. “Got a case of the mopes.” No fucker moped like Preacher, Grinder could have said, he was a sap when Ruby was working late. Grinder had even heard them facetime in those weird as fuck voices.

That was an idea, maybe he could facetime Luxe later. Ask her to show him what color undies she was wearing. Like a giant perv he was.

“Jesus Christ, what is it with you all? I can’t take all this soap opera drama, man. It’s a fucking buzz kill. I’m disgusted in all you, just so you know.” Scoffed Snake. Grinder heard the scuff of his friend’s boots as he trekked across the garage floor and then back again. He was too tired to peel his eyes open to see what everyone was doing. “I mean, shit, you’re all dropping like flies, what happened to the good old days?”

“They grew up.” Interjected Capone. His rich accent amused. “We aren’t in college no more, papi. Besides, Preacher was getting too old for daily hook ups, he’s got those bad hips.” Once over Preacher would have told Capone to fuck off for that kind of insult, but now that he was wifed the fuck up he just laughed. Grinder smiled to himself. Shit, maybe Capone was right. It was easy to get entombed in the whole MC life, booze, bitches and crime. No one joins an MC and expects tea and cookies. Certain criteria came with the reputation and Grinder admitted in his first few years, of prospecting and then a fully-fledged member he did his fair share of hooking up with the groupies, if pussy was willing and available he tapped it. But it soon wore off, he didn’t become jaded so much as particular. And while some of the members still chased skirt like it was their goddamn job, he was never a slave to the sex.

Ahhh… what a turnaround, he thought. He was slaved in his woman, wasn’t he? Jesus. He fucked his own hand so much last night he was thinking of proposing to righty. And all because his girl was moaning for him to come for her. Man. He would have come hundred times over for her if his dry balls would have cooperated.

Adulting was a whole new ball game when you had only one woman you wanted to make happy.

Snake continued his tirade. “I think we need to take this chump out and get him back on the right track.” Grinder became slightly alert behind his heavy eyelids. “Shit is like a pandemic. One falls we all fall. Not on my watch, fuckers. G-man needs some variety pussy in his life. Have you seen the new groupies hanging around lately? Damn, man. Just bury me in those glorious fake tits. Look at just what one pussy is doing to him, asshat is knocked the hell-------”

Grinder stepped up off the stool so fucking fast he got a head rush, eyes pinning Snake like he hated the ground the man walked on. Talking about Luxe like that? Talking about her sweet fucking pussy like that? Only Grinder could think, talk and worship about her pussy, no one else. “The shit you just say?”

“Oh boy.” Whistled Preacher all too entertained as he leaned against the trunk of the Camaro he was fixing. “Sit down, Cap, this should be good. We got a pan and brush to sweep up the crumbs Snake leaves behind? We’ll haveta call his kids, tell them daddy ain’t coming home any time soon.” Capone belted out a laugh.

“Just saying, man. Shit is getting out of control.” Smirked Snake, needling Grinder deliberately and Grinder saw it and still his vision was flashing red. Dummy didn’t know when to wind that neck of his in, did he?

“Well just un-fucking-say it and stop talking of pussy before I break your skull.”

Snake huffed but wisely kept his trap shut. Grinder grabbed his overalls, yanking them on over his boots and jeans and got to work.

 

“I saw them again this morning.” Grinder confided to Preacher later in the week. He didn’t have to say who they were. It was all that had been topic of conversation lately. Preacher glared. “Where?”

“Parked at the end of my street when I came out. Weren’t trying to hide either.”

“Fuckers.”

Yeah. Grinder agreed. But now this shit was bothering him more than irritation. It meant they hadn’t given up whatever it was they were watching him for.

“I was going to head down to see Luxe this week but I don’t want them tailing me. Don’t want them anywhere near her.” Protective rage rose through the thin wall of his chest, making his heart bang out of control at the thought of them having eyes on her as well. As far as she was aware she said she hadn’t been followed anywhere. With any luck, the Russian’s only had eyes on him. Until then he wouldn't take chances with her safety.

The duality of craving to be with Luxe and wanting to guard her at all costs even if it meant having her in New Mexico and him here wasn’t lost on him. He was so fucking conflicted he wanted to punch something. But his overall gut feeling was telling him his dick could chill the fuck out until this died down, he wanted Luxe out of harm's way.

I’m part of her life now, she’s not getting rid of me.

He could go a little longer without seeing her if it meant she was safe.

“Bring it up at the table, brother. Something needs to be done about this and soon. We have the other chapters in town next week for the anniversary. No time like the present to clean house of Commies, am I right?” he flashed his teeth in a grin and held out his fist. Grinder chuckled hitting Preach’s fist with his own, his buddy did enjoy a good honest brawl.