His eyes widen. He knows what I mean. Tonight.
I want him tonight.
I’m ready to give myself to him.
“Are you sure?” he asks, taking my hand and kissing it. “I don’t want you to regret anything. I know you’re different from . . . what I’m used to.”
My lip twitches at that. “I don’t think I’m different at all. But yes, I’m sure. Now let’s get back to the clubhouse. I’m interested to see what happens at these parties.”
He grins. “Fuck the party. I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder and take you straight to my room.”
I laugh.
“Baby, I’m dead serious,” he says. “I have no fuckin’ clue why you’re laughing.”
I shake my head and climb up behind him on the bike.
I’m so writing this scene in one of my books.
ELEVEN
THE clubhouse is swarming with unfamiliar, scary-looking men and beautiful, hard women. Tracker stops every few seconds, greeting his friends from other Wind Dragon chapters. There are so many people; I don’t know how he remembers everyone. Rake does a double take when he sees me, his eyes almost popping out of his head. Putting out his cigarette, he walks over and stands directly in front of me.
“This is like that scene from Grease,” he says, smiling widely. “When Sandy walks out and everyone’s all, where the fuck did she hide that body? Shit, Lana, you look smoking.”
“Stop staring at her like that,” Tracker snaps, half serious, half joking.
Rake laughs. “You have it bad, you fucker.” He then looks back to me. “Anna was looking for you.”
Sin walks over to us, his eyes widening when he sees me. “Shit. Looking good, Lana.”
“Thanks,” I say, ducking my head shyly.
“Tracker, need to speak to you,” Sin says, all business in his tone.
“Rake, stay with Lana for a sec,” Tracker says, looking down at me. “Don’t move, Lana.”
I nod and watch as he disappears back outside with Sin.
“You want me to get you a drink?” he asks, scanning the crowd.
“No, thanks,” I tell him. I want to be sober for my first time with Tracker. I have a feeling it’s going to be a night I’m not gonna want to forget.
“We have water and soda too, you know,” he adds in an amused tone. “We don’t just drink straight from the bottles of alcohol.”
I roll my eyes. “Really? Big, bad bikers need chasers with their drinks?”
He laughs, eyes crinkling. “I don’t. But some do.”
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, sharing a smile with him. “Thanks for making me feel so welcome here, even though I’m completely out of my element.”
“You’re good people, Lana,” he says quietly. “In fact, you’re probably way too good for the likes of us, just like Anna is, but if you want to be here, we’ll always have your back. Tracker’s a goner when it comes to you. It’s good though. He deserves someone like you.”
I shift on my feet, then admit, “I hope it works out, but we’re still getting to know each other, I guess.”
What if we aren’t compatible sexually?
He’s experienced, I’m not. I’ve been with two men, both once each. I’m so nervous about not matching up to his other sexual partners.
Screw it, for what I lack in experience I’ll make up for in desire for him. I don’t think a woman has ever wanted him as much as I do, and I don’t just mean his body.
“Lucky bastard,” Rake mutters, shaking his head. “I saw that look on your face.”
I clear my throat. “Maybe I will have a soda after all.”
Grinning, he wraps his arm around me and takes me to the kitchen, where I find Anna.
“Lana!” she yells, smiling widely. “Holy shit, you look beautiful. I’m so fuckin’ happy you made it.”
“I haven’t run scared . . . yet,” I tease, pulling her in for a quick hug. “Hey, Arrow.”
“Lana,” he says, lifting his chin. “You look different.”
Anna elbows him. “Real smooth, Arrow.”
He shrugs and takes a sip from his beer, his other arm wrapping around her. She tugs playfully on his beard, then kisses his mouth.
“Want to dance, Lana?” she asks, still looking at Arrow.
“I’ll dance with her,” Rake says, handing me a cup.
Anna looks at her brother. “Rake, I didn’t recognize you without a woman hanging from your arm.”
“I have one,” he replies, nodding at me.
“Where’s Tracker?” Anna asks, frowning.
“Talking with Sin.”
Arrow suddenly looks alert, his head lifting. “Everything all right?”
Rake nods. “All good, brother.”
Anna grabs my arm. “We’re dancing.”
“Tracker said not to let her out of my sight,” Rake says. “So I’m coming.”
“Then come,” Anna says. “Show us your moves, bro.”
With Anna and me on each of his arms, Rake walks us to the game room, where the music is coming from. We dance to two songs before I find myself back in Tracker’s arms.
“You’re a good dancer,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m ready to have you all to myself now.”
“Aren’t you going to dance with me?” I say loudly so he can hear.