Page 43 of Tracking Luxe

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 nonchalantI’m having a greattime 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 thechico? 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.