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Tracker's End (Wind Dragons MC #3)(38)
Author: Chantal Fernando

I smile. “He’s been good to me.”

“He better if he wants to keep you,” she adds. “He’s smart; he knows what he has.”

“You’re kind of awesome,” I blurt out.

“Right back at you,” she says, eyes flashing amusement and kindness. “You rest up. Call out if you need anything.”

“I will,” I tell her. “Thanks, Faye.”

“That’s what family is for,” she says, walking to the door. “You know who else is awesome? Your mom.”

I grin. “She is, isn’t she?”

FIFTEEN

TWO WEEKS LATER

IT’S my last few days with Clover.

My body is mostly healed from the beating. Ribs are still sore and a few bruises linger, but for the most part I’m back to my normal self. Clover and I have spent the day reading books, coloring, and getting her ready for the rest of the year back in school.

When Tracker walks into the clubhouse as I’m just about to leave, he’s not alone. There’s a group of men with him, and one of them instantly catches my eye. I let my gaze linger on him for a moment, before returning my attention to Tracker. Forcing a smile, I wrap my arms around him.

“Just going home,” I say into his chest.

“No, you’re not,” he replies casually, nuzzling my head. “Haven’t seen you all day.

“Gimme a sec,” he tells the men, walking me to his room. As soon as he closes the door he’s on me, kissing me, his hands wandering over my body.

“Stay the night,” he demands. “I’ll have a few drinks with the men, then spend the rest of the night with you. Making you scream.”

“I have to go home, Tracker,” I reply. I need to write. If I don’t write daily, I feel like I’ll go insane. I want to tell Tracker about my career, but I think I’m going to do it in a fun way. Maybe I’ll make him read one of my books and ask what he thinks. I’m sure he’ll have a few pointers for the sex scenes.

“Stay.”

“I have some work to do on my laptop and I didn’t bring mine—”

“Use mine,” he says, cutting me off, sliding his hand down my panties. “Hmmm. Wet. But I’m gonna get you even wetter.”

His finger presses gently inside me, while I remove my cotton shorts and panties, giving him access since he clearly couldn’t wait. When he pushes me back against the wall and lowers to his knees, my breath hitches. Lifting my right leg over his shoulder, his hand holding my thigh, he goes down on me like a starving man.

“Oh my god,” I say between clenched teeth.

“Love this pussy,” he groans, nipping at my inner thigh before returning to my clit, sucking it in his mouth.

He’s clearly trying to kill me.

A knock at the door has me gripping his head so he doesn’t move.

“Tracker! We have church, bro,” I hear Vinnie call out.

Church? I’m confused for a moment, then I realize they must be talking about a club meeting. I’d never heard it called that before. “Coming!” Tracker calls out, then grips my ass with both hands, lifts me to his mouth, my back pressing into the wall.

So. Damn. Sexy.

I come whispering his name, wave after wave of pleasure making me almost want to weep with its force. He puts me down, but my legs are shaky, so he swoops me in his arms and carries me to the bed.

“I have to go, baby, but when I get back, I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, sweetly kissing my brow. “I want you, but I have club business to deal with. I’ll be back. I want you naked and ready for me, baby.”

He leaves the room, leaving me to wonder what the important club meeting was about.

Shrugging, I fall into his sheets, sleepy and sated.

* * *

I wake up to Ed Sheeran singing “Afire Love.”

My ringtone.

“Hello?” I rasp, lifting my head to look at Tracker, who is fast asleep next to me and hogging all the blankets.

It’s my mom, complaining about my not letting her know when I’m not coming home. She got worried. I really do need a place of my own.

“I’ll be home soon, Mom,” I tell her. We say ’bye and hang up.

Glancing at Tracker, his messy bun, his stubble and long brown lashes, I decide to wake him up in the best way possible. Lifting the sheets, I scoot down the bed, staring at his naked body.

No man should be so perfectly created.

Taking him in my hand, I lick up his length, then suck him into my mouth, feeling him instantly harden.

“Allie,” he rasps in a voice thick with sleep, making me stop, his cock still in my mouth.

Allie?

My chest suddenly burns.

Removing my mouth with a pop, I glare at him. When he doesn’t stir or say anything, I realize he’s still asleep.

But it doesn’t really change anything, does it? He’s thinking of her. Dreaming of her. It stirs up all my doubt.

I get dressed and get the hell out of the clubhouse.

* * *

Tracker calls me.

I ignore it, putting my phone on silent. I’m not ready to talk to him. I’m upset and don’t know what I want to do.

So I pull out my laptop and descend into a different world.

* * *

The next morning when I arrive at the clubhouse, Tracker isn’t there. Neither is Anna or Arrow. Rake and Irish are the only ones around.

“Where’s your sister?” I ask Rake, who is standing half-naked in the kitchen, scratching his chest with one hand, a piece of cold pizza in the other.

   
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