“I’m sure one of the men has some Clear Eyes,” I joke.
“Are you drinking tonight?” she asks. “We should make some cocktails or something.”
“I’ll have a drink or two,” I say, then turn to her iPod as the song changes. “You like One Direction?”
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t judge me.”
My lip twitches. “No judgment here.”
Amusement fills her pretty eyes. “I like you, Lana.”
“I like you too.”
“We should have a threesome.”
I drop my phone on the floor.
“You should see your face!” she calls out, hooting.
I’m beginning to think there are two sides to Faye. One, the scary biker wife who can kick ass, and two, the immature girl who was never going to grow up. I found myself liking both of them.
“What’s going on in there?” Tracker calls out, hovering by the door, which we’d locked from the inside.
Faye rolls her eyes. “Loosen the reins a little, Tracker, Jesus. What could I possibly be doing to her in here that you have to worry about?”
“I’m not worried,” he says, then pauses. “Maybe I just want to see.”
“There’s nothing to see here, you pervert! Except your woman looking hotter than any woman you’ve ever seen in your life.”
Silence.
Then banging.
“Lana, open the door!”
“I can’t,” I call back. “I’m naked.”
I hear him curse. “You two aren’t spending any more time together.”
Faye and I share a glance, then burst out laughing.
“Is Anna pissed she can’t come tonight?” she asks once we calm down.
“Yes,” I reply, shaking my head. “But who wants to see their brother do God knows what? I think she said she might drop by before everything gets too crazy, then leave with Arrow.”
“That’s a good idea,” she says, pausing. “We could probably set up a safe area and sneak her in without Rake knowing.”
“I approve of this plan.”
“I’ll message her and let her know,” she says, pressing together her lips. “I like this.”
“I do too. If Rake finds out, he’s going to kill us though. I know he really doesn’t want Anna to see whatever it is he has planned for tonight.”
“Rake will be busy,” Faye says, sliding her feet into her black strappy heels. “We have an hour, let’s go make some drinks.”
As soon as we unlock the door and step out, I see Tracker stalking toward me from where he was leaning against the wall, talking to Sin.
“Fuck,” he mouths, his gaze roaming over every inch of me. He then adjusts himself, right there in front of everyone.
I hear Faye making explosion sounds.
Closing the space between us, he grips my chin in his hand and stares deeply into my eyes. “You’re a fantasy, you know that? Now we’re going back into the bedroom because I’m so hard I’m about to come in my pants.”
More explosion sounds from Faye.
She and Sin whistle, and Tracker lifts me in the air, throws me over his shoulder, and drags me back into the room. He doesn’t even bother to close the door, leaving it open as he lies me down on the bed, his mouth already on mine.
“Close the door,” I growl.
“No,” he replies. “No time.”
“Tracker!”
“No one can see anything,” he says, kissing my neck. “I’m covering your body. And if anyone walked in here I’d kill them. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper back, trusting him.
He slides down my leather pants to my knees then pushes my thighs apart as far as they can go. Pulling down his own pants, he pulls out his hard cock and rubs it against my entrance.
“This is going to be hard and fast, Lana,” he grits out.
“Yes,” I moan, so turned on right now that I can barely see straight. “Fuck me, Tracker.”
He slowly pushes himself inside me until he is balls-deep, then pulls out and slams back in harder. Kissing me hungrily, his tongue mimics his cock, thrusting in and out in a sensual rhythm. My fingers digging into his scalp, I urge him on, not wanting him to hold back. It feels so good that I can turn him on like this with just one glance at me, that he wants me this much. A woman could get used to being this appreciated, giving this much attention.
“So good, baby,” he moans. “You feel so damn perfect. You fit me like a fuckin’ glove.”
I squeeze myself around him, inciting another moan. “Harder.”
“You get what you’re given, Lana,” he replies, biting down on my earlobe. “Don’t think you’re in charge just ’cause you come out looking like a wet dream.”
I come screaming.
Tracker soon follows, his body jerking, his face contorting into a sexy mask of pleasure. Kissing my forehead, my cheeks, and my nose, he finally places a gentle, sweet kiss on my mouth.
“Party start without me?” I hear Rake call out through the open door.
“Get out of here if you want to live,” Tracker yells back, with no heat in his tone. Instead, his eyes are locked with mine, full of a mixture of tenderness, possessiveness, and satisfaction.
“Lana,” he says quietly.
“Yeah?”
“When you walk around tonight in these sexy-ass leather pants, and every man is watching you, picturing you just like this, except under them, just remember this moment. You’re mine to sink into, mine to pleasure, to love, to fuck.”