“Ladies,” Tracker says, turning toward them but keeping his eyes on me. “I’m off the market. This is my old lady, and if I were you I’d stay the hell away from her. Now, baby,” he says to me, “let’s get going.”
When we walk outside, he turns to me, “Christ, that was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. I’m so fucking hard right now.”
I shrug, feeling my cheeks heat. “You’re mine. I wanted to let them know.”
My man studies me. “I think you fit in with us fine, Lana.”
My lips twitch. “Only because you make it that way.”
THIRTEEN
AFTER spending the rest of the day with Tracker, stopping by Rift and their bike shop, he takes me out for a bite to eat and then drops me off at home. When walking me to my door, he grumbles, “Why don’t you just move into the clubhouse? I don’t like you not being there.”
“I’m actually going to look for a place of my own,” I tell him, pausing. “You know, you can stay here tonight. My mom will be working.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You want me to stay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I do.”
He smiles slowly. “You getting as addicted to me as I am to you?”
I bite my lower lip. “Is that what you want?”
He swallows, his throat working. “You know it’s all I want right now. I don’t want you to see something you don’t like and want to run. I need you tied to me. Bound. In deep.”
I shake my head. “You want me to be tied to you so when the realities of your world hit me, I won’t run scared?”
He nods, then scrubs a hand down his face. “Sounds fucked-up but it’s the truth.”
“At least you’re honest,” I reply in a dry tone.
“I’ll always be honest with you, Lana,” he replies in a serious tone. “I don’t lie. The truth hurts, but lies cause even more shit.”
Yes, they do.
I tilt my head to the side. “Okay then, I have a question for you. Let’s go inside first.”
I open the door and the two of us head straight to my bedroom. We sit comfortably on the bed, facing each other.
“What did you want to ask me?”
“Did you used to have feelings for Faye?” I blurt out.
He frowns. “Where did you hear that?”
Not about to drop names, I ignore his question. “Is it true?”
He sits down next to me. “When Faye first came to the clubhouse, confused, lost, and pregnant, we became friends. Just like I did with Anna. Yeah, I felt something for Faye. I thought I wanted her. If Sin didn’t want her, yeah, I would have had her. But more than that, I think I wanted what they had. Faye was a good woman. She won’t cheat, lie, or backstab. She can be trusted. She takes care of not only her man, but the other men in the MC too. A true old lady. That’s what I really wanted.”
“Then why did you choose Allie?” I grumble.
He chuckles. “She was there; she wanted me. I was lonely, I guess. Arrow and Sin seemed so happy after finding their women, and I guess I wanted that. Looking back, I know I didn’t have real feelings for Faye. Or Allie. Do you know how I know this?”
“How?” I ask.
“Because what I felt for them is nothing like what I feel for you. It pales in comparison. It’s fuckin’ nonexistent. Do you understand? You are what I was searching for. Waiting for. Not them. I can’t even understand it. I saw you, I wanted you, and I knew you were it for me. I resisted for a while because Anna kept threatening me away, but nothing can keep me from you now.”
“That simple, huh?” I say, barely a whisper.
“Getting you wasn’t simple,” he replies, amusement lacing his tone. “You put up a good fight, babe.”
“I tried anyway,” I tease.
“Aren’t you glad you gave in though?” he asks, pulling me onto his lap. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of,” I tell him honestly. “But I am glad. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
I kiss him.
“Or this.”
I bite his neck.
Then I whisper in his ear, “Have your way with me, Tracker.”
“Fuck, Lana,” he groans. “Only you make me this fuckin’ crazy. Strip down and lie back for me. You’re going to be a good girl and do exactly as I ask, aren’t you?”
I nod.
Within reason, of course.
“Good,” he grits out, stripping down himself, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes as I do the same. I lie back, fully naked. “Now spread your legs.”
I spread.
“You want my mouth or my cock?” he asks, stroking himself, eyes connected with mine.
“Both,” I reply, making him smile seductively.
“My greedy woman,” he says. “I think I’m going to take from you first, before I give you everything you want. Open that pretty mouth for me.”
I open my mouth and let him gently slide himself inside. I start slow, moving my mouth on and off his cock. I run my tongue over his piercing, and hearing his groan, I do it again, grabbing the base of his cock with my hand, making an okay sign with my hand. Then I speed up, and he starts thrusting slightly, gently, as though afraid he’ll hurt me. My hands go to his ass, using it to push him deeper into my mouth, silently giving him permission to thrust harder. I feel his body spasm and he fills my mouth.