“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, but dios, 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.

The thief had stolen something more precious than any jewel. And for once in her long, lustrous criminal career she had no intentions of ever letting it go. She had the heart of an outlaw who adored her.

And the best part about this whole new love thing? They'd just be themselves. No changing. He loved the parts of her that were not so sweet and easy to love.

And she cherished the notorious outlaw he was.

"I waited," he husked, nipping kisses along her collarbone. "I waited to fucking love my thief until you caught up."

Goddamn, his honesty was going to be the death of her one of these days. How could one heart feel so much and keep on beating. "Nathan...I love you. Completely."

"I know, love." He smirked that boyish grin of his surrounded by soft hair. Such a cocky shit he was. "And I promise to only kidnap you on birthday's and Christmas."

The grin said he was joking.

The fire in his eyes said where she was concerned he was always one hundred percent irrational and she fucking loved him that way.

Laughing, their mouths met in the middle.

It was the beginning of the end when his thumb pressed between her legs, the rush of pleasure came like a wave on her cry, she crested and Nathan followed her a second later.

Sighing content long after their pleasure had waned and sweat dried on their skin, she fingered the gold chain around her neck.

It had all started with this thin piece of gold. She’d taken it mostly by habit, but she’d held onto it because of who it had belonged to. Little did she know it would bring him back into her life in such a spectacular way.

There was no sum total in which Nathan had orchestrated their meeting again. He’d proved it time and again, first for retribution and then for obsessive need.

So much need she was aching with it and the only place she could put it was giving it right back to him.

They had something pretty-damn good she’d discovered these past couple of weeks, firstly the trip to pick up her stuff where Mimi had questioned him on his intentions like a drill sergeant.

God, she loved that woman and would miss her every single day, but her grandmother was insistent that Luxe do this, she was happy for her.

Lucky for Luxe and Mimi, Nathan understood their bond and insisted as soon as they found a bigger place Mimi would always have a room as and when she wanted it.

I plan to marry her one day. Not sure about kids, that’s down to Luxe, I’ll give her anything she wants, whatever she needs is hers. His answer had pleased Mimi and stunned Luxe.

Right before they left in the U-Haul truck Mimi had hugged Luxe tightly, kissed her on the forehead and told her how proud she’d always been of her, how much she loved her. And then because Mimi was scandalous had added how perfect and thick Nathan’s arms were and for Luxe to hold on tight to that one.

When her rapid breath returned to a normal setting, enjoying the stroke of wet kisses he was brushing against her bare shoulder, trying to work her up to another round if she knew anything about Nathan, she gauged his mood, found it perfect and went in for the kill.

“Oh, and I need one more thing from you, kidnapper.” Luxe figured right after sex when he was his most pliable was the best time to mention this. She couldn’t be all sweet, after all, this was a man who would always need to be kept on his literal toes in their relationship, she was the boss after all.

“Name it.” Eyelids so low he appeared asleep instead of post-sex hazy and gorgeous. Luxe kissed his lips and ran her fingers over his beard.

Name it. She was about to test his generosity. Biting back a grin, she almost got lost in his touch as fingers stroked the outside of her thighs.

“Since we’re shacking up now,” he flashed a pleased smirk, she went on. “I need you to start being nice to my friend Jamie Steele.”

And 3...2...1…. On cue Nathan growled his protest and buried his head in her neck muttering about impossible woman. She laughed and hugged him close and lost all will to breathe when he grabbed onto her mouth with his lips and tongue and didn’t let go for a very long time.

Yeah, things would never be dull between a highly trained tracker and the thief who stole him.