“Attraction and danger go together like Luxe and Grinder.” - Luxe

 

 

She shouldn’t care her heart sped up listening to his sweet, sincere sounding words. At least she couldn’t pretend indifference to what his intentions were. The kidnapper wanted to do dirty, nasty things to her.

And she was crazily thinking of allowing it. Three and four and five times until she was sore and satisfied.

The thrill running through her body had nothing to do with the impending danger she was currently edging precariously close to as she mingled in the growing crowd of criminals. And all to do with the knowledge Grinder had laid all his cards on the table.

She was turning into a straight up junkie for his fingers touching her, even lightly, it felt like being branded. A hand on her thigh while he’d rode them here. Fingers around the back of her neck right before he’d sent her into the party five minutes ahead of him.

The place between her thighs sought fulfilment, wanted filling so bad it was a temptation not to pull him into a dark corner, despite the severity of the job they were here to do, and to indulge in all the desire promised in his hands.

It was first-class eyefucking.

She could lead him and he’d follow, she knew this as well as she knew she’d forego her own pleasure for now, to get her job done. There was a lot of money riding on this and if she couldn’t get the job done then another thief would ride in and take it out from under her.

A category five hurricane played through her mind, blowing over doubts and second guessing herself. She had to have only positivity here.

She had to do this. She could do this.

There was one important thing to do first before she could use a kidnapper’s body for her own appetites. Refocusing her mind, she engaged herself in a mindless conversation with the guy stood at her right to blend in and to focus on what needed doing. One conversation turned into ten and twenty, one more boring and irritating than the last, these bastards had no boundaries when it came to women and where they could and couldn’t touch them, Luxe felt pawed over.

She’d been to so many of these things, small men trying to act big showing off their wealth. Look at me, look how popular I am. They were her favorite places for swiping things that didn’t belong to her. She once walked out of a party on the top floor of an LA hotel with fifteen grand worth of diamonds in her purse after some lady had dropped it in the bathroom. Finders keepers.

A few minutes went by before she began circulating again, listening to conversations was par for the course when you were a thief, Luxe did it automatically, taking in all the information, storing it away, though she had no intentions of stealing anything other than the sketches tonight if Grinder could locate the safe. Since he’d disappeared she assumed he’d slipped off to investigate the other rooms in the apartment block.

The place was bouncing with hip-hop music, wall to wall people in a forever undulation of bodies.

Say what you will about the current influx of bad men, they knew how to host a party for the criminally minded. Caviar, Cristal champagne, piles of blow on table tops. Scantily clad waitresses carried trays of food on a constant loop, ice fountains poured straight vodka. And then there were the paid women, barely-dressed, draped over the laps of dirty old men who probably had daughter’s younger than the women they were groping.

Keeping the distaste from her features, she socialized like a butterfly, laughing at stupid jokes, stroking very small egos.

She caught many leering looks, as was intended when she’d poured herself into the little dress. She smiled and small talked, she oohed and ahhed when men tried to impress with talk of their money and prestige and what jobs they had.

All of them were criminals. The golden underbelly of crime the Russian mafia underboss had assembled together. She wasn’t impressed. It took more than that to tempt her.

But it was while submerged within the pulsating crowd that suddenly Luxe felt in way over her head.

This was no ordinary theft and so much could go wrong. She was not only worried for herself, but Nathan as well. As angry has he’d made her, she wouldn’t want him hurt.

If she was caught the ramifications would more than likely end her in a pine box and not a slapped wrist.

She thought of Mimi and why she was putting her own neck on the line like this, the only reason she’d accepted the job in the first place was to give her and Mimi a better future without worry of money. They were by no means on the breadline, but who didn’t want more money for a rainy day?

Reinforcing her lungs, nerves kept her alert of everything going on around her.

Needing those sketches like yesterday for the dealer in Chicago who had put the word out to the underground thieves. I.e; Luxe and a few others who were adept at taking things in extraordinary circumstances. As far as Luxe knew she was the only one who caught wind of the mafia staying in Armado Springs, who else would be stupid enough to accept such a job by stealing from the fucking mob. Greed was a marvellous motivator. Want of a better future was practically euphoric in her desire to grab these sketches and get the hell out of there. Now she was circling the party, trying hard not to stare at Grinder who had reappeared and was standing talking to a beautiful, top-heavy woman fawning all over him, stroking his jacket like it was a damn cat. As packed as the open planned room was, suits and gangsters everywhere, he stood out from everyone.

It took her own unlawful background to recognize he was subtly casing every corner of the place, with fine-tuned sly lifts of his head, shifts of his eyes, all the while he engaged the perfectly put together blonde woman rubbing her tits on his arm and giggling in the flirty way that would leave no man in any doubt the woman was offering her pussy up for business.

Grinder looked like any man would; enthralled in a pair of perky boobs and not of a man checking for cameras.

Oh, the man was good.

Luxe agreed to ignore the niggling bite of jealousy as he smiled down at the woman like he was so fucking in love with her. No reason to want to pull out the woman’s blonde extensions or punch Nathan for being so damn attentive.

Breathing. Breathing. Controlling her temper, now wasn’t the time.

There was once an Italian billionaire internet mogul who hosted a twenty-four-hour party in New York’s upper east side in his state of the art penthouse apartment, it was all very exciting her first time in the big apple to do a little light robbing, she’d happened to hear of the party from a guy in a hotel bar before she’d slipped his hotel room key and stripped his room bare of any valuables.  

Luxe had slipped unseen into that penthouse party behind a pair of giggling woman, Gian was absolutely gorgeous, with midnight black hair and a physique to make nuns forget their vow, mid-thirties and she’d sought him out and flirted outrageously all night, Luxe had wanted to fuck and steal from him.

Only now she could barely bring his face to mind, his attraction paling against the man across the room assumingly trying to blend into the furniture while he glowered at her talking to a man with a Russian accent, his arm boldly around her back stroking her bare skin. She gritted her teeth and endured a few moments of the pawing.

Out of self-preservation, Luxe pretended not to see his brows slam down, and the absolute possessive glint in Grinder’s eyes while other men paid attention to her.

This was the plan.

She wasn’t above using her feminine attributes to distract stupid men. If all it took was a pair of plumped up boobs to take their eye off their property then really, they deserved to have it stolen out from under their noses.

Circling the room, she took a flute of champagne, with no intent on drinking it, she would keep a clear head, she watched three of Grinder’s boys enter the building like they owned the place.

This was also the plan.

As soon as the Renegade Souls men began to occupy Grigori over by the corner with a black woman perched on his lap, it was time.

She felt her phone vibrate.

Nathan: 4th floor. Last door right. 3 mins.

Short and to the point. Three minutes, not four, or two. Bikers were so dramatic, she thought, watching him slip through the crowd and disappear into a hallway.

Show time.

He was crouched on the floor when she found the room, two floorboards were pulled up.

“A safe under the floor? Smart.”

“Not smart enough, love, if I found it. We only have a few minutes, my boys will keep Grigori busy, but he has a lot of his goons floating around.”

And this was why she’d worn her boots, heels were inconvenient for fast getaways. She watched as he uncovered a third board and a lockbox was under the floor. Breaking safes were not her forte, she liked easy things in plain sight she could grab and run. Having seen how effortlessly Nathan had broken into her motel room without her realizing anyone had been inside until it was too late, it was a no brainer to use him for this, even if it meant using his own culpability against him to force his hand in helping her, as was the case.

She held his little black pouch of tools, he tried one and then another, muttering to himself.

“Can you do it?”

He turned a scowl on her. “Give me a second, thief.”

“We don’t have long.” She whispered back.

He wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

“Stop fucking crowding me then,” he grumbled and got back to it, she moved back an inch so her hip wasn’t brushing his shoulder. “Any lock in the world can be picked with the right time. All they are is just big puzzles. I happen to like picking apart puzzles. Aren’t you my lovely… ah, there you go, letting me inside you.” Fingers steady and sure she watched him aptly with long thin tools and a palm sized electronic device, Luxe wouldn’t recognize any of them in a line up, but she was fascinated observing, his shoulders hunched, she admitted begrudgingly to be a little in awe of his skill as he murmured to the silver steel box in front of him.

“Fucking got you, you little bastard, she was a shy thing but I got her open,” he declared thirty seconds later as the box gave a distinct click and the lock sprang open.

Anticipation clung to Luxe’s skin. Please be in there.

Slipping the tools away in his inside pocket, Grinder moved back a tad, and gestured with a jut of his chin. “Go ahead, thief, get your spoils.” He smirked.

Luxe dived inside with greedy fingers.

This was always the fun part, discovering what was hidden. Sometimes it was trinkets and not worth a dime. Other times she went home with rich pockets bulging.

Two shelves, not overly full. Her eyes bled greed. She couldn’t help it, she was a thief after all. Bundles of dirty money neatly piled in one corner that must run into the thousands, bags of powder, a few pieces of jewelry she knew some criminals preferred to use in moving easy currency from one place to the next without it being detected, she pushed them aside, though her fingers really wanted to take them all.

And then.

Her fingers caught around a tube no bigger than her palm behind the money on the bottom shelf. Grinder had moved over to the door, peering out. “Hurry it up, love.”

“I am,” she said absently unscrewing the tube and----- yes! It was them! Six little scraps of faded paper rolled up inside.

It was the sketches by the German painter whatshisname!

To anyone not knowing what they were looking for, they’d mean nothing, silly little sketches. Just like the jewels, art was a savvy cloak to move illegal money through the channels.

Adrenalin struck her chest until she was filled with euphoria as she stuffed the empty tube back into the safe and the sketches went into her purse, she closed the lock box and listened to it reengage its locks, she wiped the safe with a handkerchief she’d tucked into her boobs, quickly replacing the floorboards.

“Okay, we can go.” She told him.

Grinder stopped her in the doorway, towering bigger than he’d ever been. “Hold up.”

“What? We have to go!” she hissed and found she couldn’t say another word once his mouth crashed down on top of hers, forcing her lips wider he went at her mouth like he never intended to leave ever again.

Dios. Dios! Desire slid and rolled lazily in her belly.

The filthy taste of him was better than anything Luxe had ever had in her mouth before, within seconds she was lost in his lips moving sensually over hers, tongues tangling, it was as if they had all the time in the world.

Thank god for him being the more logical one as he drew away or she would have stripped there and then and fucked him on the floor in the same room she’d just robbed.

They were panting. His eyes on hers so acutely she felt caressed everywhere.

“Meet me outside where we left the bike.” He husked.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, you slip out, Luxe.” She hesitated. “Go.” And he gave her a gentle shove.

The job of a thief wasn’t only just to take something that didn’t belong to them, the bigger more important task was to never get caught. Hyped up on jumpy energy, she quickly, quietly made her way back down the stairs, bumping into a couple who were making out furiously, they didn’t even notice, just went right on sucking face, her fake nonchalant I’m having a great time smile was back in place reaching the lower level.

Keep it calm, she told herself.

Trying to push her way through the crowd, it seemed to have swelled heavier in the minutes she was gone.

Hands grabbed her from behind suddenly.

Oh, fuck. She was caught.

Spun around, a heavy body pressed right into her close enough she felt the bite of a zip on her hip. “Don’t fret, babe. I’m one of the good guys … well, bad, but you know,” he chuckled darkly, his mouth brushing her ear. “I’m with RS, G said to get you out quietly. You had a Russian’s suspicious eyes on you the moment you came down, keep close, and I’ll get you out of here.”

Cursing a prayer in Spanish, her heart all out of sync, the sketches burning a hole in her purse, she clutched it tightly and allowed Grinder’s boy, whoever he was, to do the bump and grind on her as if they were dancing “Smile at me, babe, gotta make it look convincing.”

“What convincing?”

“That we’re getting out of here to do the dirty nasty,” he told her boldly, the thickness of his voice sounded like sex. “Stick with me, beauty, and don’t look now, we got eyes on us.”

Hands on her hips, his face buried in her hair, Luxe was tempted to knee this guy in his crown jewels and see how much nasty he was capable of after that, if not for him mentioning Grinder she would have. Instead, she allowed him to maneuver her towards the entrance hall.

Once she knew she was free of the crowd she shoved him back, found him grinning like a Cheshire cat who had caught a grope. “Was that really necessary! I was fine, I didn’t need rescuing.”

The guy had slicked back hair, short around the edges, tattoos on his hands, ear gauges in both lobes and he wore a wicked smile like a second skin. He shrugged. “Grinder told me to watch out for you, babe.”

“Well,” a scowl marred her vision. “Gracias.”

“De nada.” He winked and turned on his heels walking away.

Grinder’s bike was parked in an alleyway three blocks from the party, Luxe didn’t turn around once to look behind her to check she wasn’t followed.

Five minutes went by.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Where was he? Agitated eyes looked down both sides of the street, she was far enough away she could no longer hear the noise of the block party. Nathan should have followed her, no more than a few minutes.

Any other job she would have been long gone, leaving no chance of someone discovering something was missing and catching up to her.

A tickle of worry had her waiting by his bike, second guessing herself. Should she call? That wasn’t the plan, they’d gone over it back and forth. You take the stuff and get out first, Luxe. He’d told her. I’ll be behind you, meet at my bike.

So, where the fuck was the chico? had he been caught? Were all the Renegade Souls men caught?

Every instinct she had was roaring for her to just leave. To catch a cab back to Jamie’s apartment, pack up her car and take off to deliver the merchandise.

Forget about Nathan. He’d completed his part, hadn’t he?

Only, why wasn’t she moving? Why was she reaching for her phone to-------

“Hey, thief. Looking for me?” She heard.

And it was the most wonderful annoying voice as she spun on her heel to find him grinning leaning up against the wall.

Luxe attacked first, eating up the dirty alleyway in fast steps she threw herself into his wide chest, cussing him viciously in her grandmother’s native tongue telling him how stupid and reckless he was and why the hell had it taken him so long to follow her.

Her heart about ripped out of her rib cage, thumping so hard, frantic, she grabbed both sides of his face and yanked him down, crushing his mouth, kissing him with all her anger and worry.

She couldn’t stop kissing him, punishing him with slashes of her tongue for fucking daring to make her care if he got hurt, he groaned and grabbed her tight, a hardness digging into her belly brought her back to reality. Only when Luxe thought she wouldn’t kill him did she draw away, his hands stayed around her waist.

“Not gonna question what that was about, only that you shouldn’t have stopped, Luxe. Want to do it again?”

Gathering herself, she leaned her forehead on his chest, arms banded around his back just to hold herself up as a sequence of shivers traveled through her.

She was a two-person team, Luxe only worried for herself and Mimi, now she was a shaking wreck, so relieved this big fool was okay.

To get back on an even footing she pinched his ribs and cussed him out again.

“Jackass.”
 

******

 

 

The dirty rotten thief had a mouth on her, that was for sure. He didn’t catch every word, she was mumbling too fast, but the gist was he was thoughtless and she hated him. Grinder bit back a grin, fingered through her hair and enjoyed their bodies together.

Was it bad that he liked her like this? A little defenseless, a little…unravelled burrowed into his side? Probably.

He wanted to take care of her, just put her in his pocket and carry her around a bit and make sure she had everything she ever needed.

It had taken him longer than anticipated to get out of the party, not that there was any danger, but so as not to arise suspicion, he’d circulated the room once more, talked to another blonde wanting to spend time with him, made like he was making a fuck-date with her, then spoke a bit to a guy from Westbank Falls who owed a share of gun stores. He’d nodded to Snake who knew to get Luxe out safely.

His only concern had been about her.

Somewhere during tonight, watching her, it had become so much more than repaying a debt.

He claimed her with his dirty stare.

When men approached her, and she gave them her wicked beaming smile, he’d claimed her for himself, even as he forced himself to do the job, to walk away and leave her in a room full of bastards who looked at her with lust, his same lust, he’d felt the change like a physical thing.

And now Grinder knew he was either drunk or slowly slipping into dementia. Was dementia the one where you wanted to have a woman to take care of? He should ask Lawless that shit, the crazy fucker knew everything that needed to know.

For as long as he could remember Grinder had a deep-seated secret, for all his bravado and his hit it and quit it not being ensnared by the pink and the wet pussies he’d always wanted to have that kind of forever-fucking-after love.

To know his old lady relied on him, needed him, not that she was weak in any way shape or form, she’d be strong minded, his equal in everything, could stand on her own two feet just fine, but to know she’d come to him for whatever she needed, fuck if his cock didn’t ache to have someone for himself, fuck if his heart didn’t stutter to wonder … was it Luxe?

Is that why he hadn’t forgotten her, couldn’t let this theft transgression drop, the way he’d gone like a bull the minute he knew she was back in his area again, and not to mention the motel room, for fucks sake, if that wasn’t a glaring clue he might need his head checked over by a team of doctors. He’d focused on the wrong damn thing.

He could picture coming home to her, couldn’t he?

Shit, the image was there in his mind, all the sweet, dirty sex they’d have in the hallway because she couldn’t wait for him to drop his jacket or kick off his boots, she’d just hear his bike pull into the garage and go at him, all claws and teeth, biting him, demanding shit from him, and shit… he’d give her anything, he’d be her damn dutiful sex-giving biker, wouldn’t he?

Heat penetrated his ribs, her trembling body burrowed closer, he frowned and tightened an arm around Luxe. “Hey, love, you’re shaking, you okay?”

“I need….” he caught mumbled into his shirt. Damn she really was shuddering now. Cupping the back of her head, he tipped it up. Every fiber of his body came roaring alive, his dick began to twitch and grow because he recognized the heat in her dark eyes, didn’t he? It was, after all, every fucking thing he was feeling all at once as well. “Tell me what you need,” he grated through clenched teeth, a second away from giving it to her without her saying a word, he crowded her back against the alley wall.

Say it. Say it.

“I need…” she was shaking hard, clutching fingers into his shirt, her gorgeous face angled up. Fuck it. He already knew. She began to rub her little body on him.

Back and forth. Hard, soft. And she moaned. Oh, fuck, did she moan.

Grinder nearly lost his mind, he knew his groin almost begged for her.

Time passed like a held breath. “God, baby, don’t tease me.” Tease me, please. Fuck. she’d warned him, hadn’t she? That she was a ceaseless tease. Couldn’t say he wasn’t warned about her little hobby for driving him fucking mental, but here he was on his proverbial knees wanting to lick that wet patch on her tiny cotton panties, to drag the material tight over her clit making her scream for it. If Grinder didn’t like her already, then watching her palm her own tits just about did it.

I’ll do anything you want. What a fucking jackass he’d been to agree to that because now he was watching the blaze of gloried fire in her thieving eyes. She had him right where she wanted him.

And Grinder loved it.

His cock hurt. But he wanted more of her teasing. There was no way he was yanking his rapt gaze off her. Her eyes wild. Her body shaking and clutching at him with her tight fingers. He got cocky with a frog in his throat when he angled his head down and declared in a hot whisper. “You’ve never had a man quite like me. It’s okay to be a little afraid at first.”

Was that a blush he saw? He couldn’t quite tell in this light but he smirked as she laughed in his face. “Dios. What an ego you have. There’s countless men out there like you.”

“Not as special as me, love.” 

Their faces drifted closer. Breaths shared. “I need …”

A grunt ripped from him. “I know, Luxe.” Adrenalin was a great motivator for letting the walls down and the sexual longing in. “You wore yourself out resisting me, didn’t you, baby?”

“Just shut up talking, chico. And give me … something. I need it now.”

Bombs went off behind his eyes. Grinder was about to embarrass himself and come in his fancy pants.

Before that could happen, he concentrated fully on the woman in need. “You want a fuck right here, baby?” he would unzip for her.

“No.. I …“ her forehead puckered, fingers went back and clutched in his shirt pulling him closer, her hips rubbing on him driving him crazy. “I can’t come that way.”

Everything in him stalled. Eyes didn’t even flicker focusing on her face twisted in want. He cupped the back of her head. “What do you mean?”

“I just need your hand in my panties.”

“Luxe…You’re telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?” incredulity stained his voice.

“I’ve had orgasms. Just never that way.”

“Never?”

“Ay dios. What part of never do you not understand? It just doesn’t happen for me that way, it’s no big deal.”

Lust swirled around his torso. Made him harder. He wanted to be her first. Possession tripled. “Oh, baby. It’s a big fucking deal, rubbing one out yourself and getting one from a thick cock inside you is a whole other thing.”

“Coño, chico. Stop all that talking.” Grinder grinned. That told him. Hungry kisses drew over her cheek. He began to pull up the dress, he traced the back of her panties, moved around the front, found her soaked through the material, oh shit, swallowing a groan when she popped her pelvis forward, seeking what she needed, he edged past the material, found heat.

Jesus Christ. He was ever closer to coming like a teenager.

“Do you hurt between your legs, love?”

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“Ask me to make the ache go away.”

“Make it stop, Nathan. Make me feel good.”

One slip of his long finger and he was inside her buried to the knuckle, curled upwards, when she bucked he knew he’d found the starship fucking enterprise up there. Lengthening his thumb, her touched her clit and rubbed her roughly. “So goddamn wet, baby. How did I know you’d be soaked the first time I got my greedy hands on you? Squeeze down around them, love, you let me feel how tight it’s gonna be when I get my fuck between your legs.”

“More…” she moaned into his mouth, fingering her faster, he did his own groaning when she yanked at his hair, obviously he wasn’t kissing her as she wanted when her tongue licked around his lips, coaxing him into battle.

Grinder practically burst into flames, aching so much to unzip and fuck her against the wall. “Luxe. Damn… I want to fuck you, baby. I want in here.” Sliding in a second finger he pumped the same way his body was roaring to do.

His rotten thief was lost to the pleasure, mewling as she sucked on his tongue, the sensation of his fingers pushed inside her wet heat and the tortured way she rode them about killed Grinder.

“Just this. Just this.. Dios…..”

If it were up to him he’d watch her for hours as she drowned in her pleasure, but the realization they were standing in a foul-smelling alleyway part way between a pet store and a fresh bakery motivated Grinder into getting her off and convincing her to come home with him so he could do her real slow and nasty.

She cried out. “Nathan.” Her breath hitched, she went tight all over, her inner walls shaking as he pumped and pumped, rolling his thumb against her tight little bud.  She pushed up on her toes as if she was arching for something just out of her reach. She moaned his name desperately again, he angled his head down, enveloping her in just him, he twisted his fingers. “Baby, I’ll get you there.”

“Nathan.. Dios. Por favor.”

Her plea dragged something desperate out of him to give her everything she needed. Grinder had never concentrated so fucking much than he did in the next thirty seconds, working her pussy, making it slippery wet, he plied her with so much attention, urged on by cries of his name falling out of gorgeous lips.

And he swore he’d never seen a sexier climax on a woman. Hips wild, she didn’t calm for a long minute then she sagged against him.

Removing his hand, Grinder kissed her, catching her in her weakened state to fully taste the woman tying him in knots.

Her hummed exhale was nothing short of satisfied. He felt fifty foot tall. “Mmm. That was nice.” She pushed him aside, and rolled her dress down like he hadn’t been plundering her a second ago. “Now I could eat, sí?” collecting her purse from the floor, she exited the alleyway and left Grinder there.

Mouth gaped.

His unfulfilled cock throbbing.