Page 47 of Tracking Luxe

“Ambrosio…honey.”

Rider grunted, switching his gaze from the TV to her, blue eyes darkening. His chest expanded with an almighty inhale and she would swear on a stack of Vogues her entire body gathered ready for an immediate climax just from watching that action, he was truly gorgeous. “I know that tone. You need on my cock again, Icy?” he grew hard under her and wasn’t that just a miracle since she’d been using him often already. She smiled against the mouth that dove in instantly for a hot wet kiss. A full-on assault and the sensations of his tongue gaining entry thrummed through her body.

“Can you?” he’d taken her several times today starting at dawn when she’d woken with his hand palmed against her boob. That was all the provocation Zara had needed to crawl on top of him and work him out before he was properly awake.

Until Rider had come along in her life, crash landing his whole entire club and making them hers, she’d never felt the frisson she now did. No man had affected her in this way. Their attraction felt like flames licking at her skin.

His eyelids were low and sex-heavy just how she loved best.

He was ready.

“I got one more pump in me, then you’ll have to make do with my mouth if you need more.”

Zara purred, already reaching into his pants.

******

“Oh, god, Ambrosio. I’m going to come again. Oh, it’s good. It’sgood. It’s … oh, god,honey.”

Sweat dripping into Rider’s eyes, his veins bulged as he rolled his aching hips and slammed once more inside his girl. Enveloped in wet fire, she was so goddamn soaked from the last hour of fucking but still tight as a fist.

He worked her up.

He worked her deep.

Jesus.

His girl’s pregnancy hormones were gonna kill him.

“Zara, baby, get it for me.”

“Fuck.Honey. Please. Please.Please.” She was an explosion under him, taking it like his good girl, from behind on all fours, rotating her gorgeous hips, bouncing on top of him, enticing him all hours of the day and night, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in weeks, not when Zara would cozy up to him in the dead of sleep, filling her pretty pink mouth with his dick to wake him and them mewl she needed his fuck.

God, he loved his old lady more each day.

He thrust one last time and then they were both coming.

They stayed heaving air for god only knows how long, her fingers came around his neck and Rider had thought his dick was dead for sure this time until her touch, simple and loving, stirred him up again.

This woman, there was just no quitting her.

He rolled himself off her and onto his feet, swayed a bit to find his bearings, Jesus, she’d drained the life force out of him, how was he gonna survive the next few months if she was this horny every single day?

He came back ten minutes later carrying an overflowing plate, finding her in his T-shirt. The wave of white blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, and her cheeks lovely and flushed.

Slick nasty love crawled up Rider’s throat.

He could go another round if his girl needed it, bend her right over the arm of the couch and make her scream his name.

“Food, Icy.”

She squealed delighted and almost ripped the plate out of his hands. Flashing an amused smirk, he dropped down by her side, pulling her legs up onto his lap he began rubbing her feet, rolling his thumbs against the balls where they ached the most, her moan was sex even as she nibbled on her sweet/salty combo.

The call he was waiting for all night came just after midnight. He didn’t have secrets from Zara, she knew about as much club business as there was to know. She was his queen and he wasn’t starting that bullshit where he kept things from her, good or bad, she wanted him. Keeping her legs on his lap he connected the call.

“How did it go?”

“I’m still alive, boss.” Snickered Grinder. “It went better than I thought. I just sent Texas back with what I could grab. The place was crawling with Russians, so it’s not much. Three flash drives, if Lawless can’t find anything on them then they aren’t leaving anything out in plain sight. I saw some ledger books, took a few quick pictures, they have money coming in from everywhere, big chunks, Prez. They’ve been transferring money to the mayor.” Not a surprise, that fucker was crooked as they come, he used Rider’s underground bunkers to hide his shady politics for a price.