I roll my eyes and ask in a dry tone, “Why don’t you just pee on me?”
“I put my come inside you instead,” he says, winking at me, playful Tracker back. “That’s going to have to do.”
“Tracker?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Close the damn door.”
TWENTY-TWO
RAKE is sitting on a chair, getting a lap dance from two naked, very flexible women. Anna made an appearance but left after an hour when she saw him making out with two women—
different ones than the ones on his lap now. I would have done the same. I helped Faye set out some food and drinks and am now sitting on Tracker’s lap, watching the craziness around us. Faye is dirty dancing with Sin, while the other men in the MC are enjoying the women and the alcohol.
“Are these Toxic girls?” I ask, looking around the room.
“I think some are,” he says, rubbing his hand down my thigh. “Some of them I haven’t seen before.”
I choose to ignore that comment.
I don’t know why Rake didn’t want to just have his party at Toxic, because the clubhouse looked like a strip club right now anyway.
“Lana, come dance!” Faye calls out when she loses her dance partner. Getting off Tracker’s lap, I dance with her for a few songs. When I turn back, Tracker has moved from his spot.
“He left with Irish,” Faye says, nodding her chin at Sin. “He has my man keeping an eye on you.”
When my gaze lands on Rake, I quickly turn away.
Holy shit.
One of the girls is on her knees, giving him a blow job.
In the middle of the room.
I look at Faye, too scared to look anywhere else. She starts laughing as my awkwardness over the situation increases. “Let’s get a drink.”
Lifesaver.
We walk arm in arm to the kitchen, even though there’s a table of drinks outside as well. “Rake must be a freak in bed.”
Faye laughs. “The stories I’ve heard”—she cringes—“and seen. But he’s Rake. You gotta love the man.”
“That’s true,” I say, pouring myself some orange juice with a dash of vodka.
Jess walks in with a few other women I’ve seen around the clubhouse at various stages. “Shit is getting crazy out there.”
“I know,” Faye says. “As long as Rake enjoys himself though.”
“And as long as the women stay away from our men,” Jess replies, smirking. “Saw a few of them eyeing our president.”
Faye straightens. “Who would be stupid enough to dare? I’m going to find out.”
She storms out, and I follow behind her. Before I can catch up to her, Tracker finds me and leads me outside, where Irish and Vinnie are sitting, smoking together. I say hello to both of them, sitting down next to Tracker.
“Not enjoying the show?” I ask.
“The night is young,” Vinnie replies, winking at me. “I’ll wait until you and Faye leave. Don’t want to scar you for life.”
I look at Tracker. “Are you staying here for that?”
He nods. “Yeah, Arrow is coming back too. We’re gonna have some time with just the Wind Dragon members.”
He studies me, waiting for my reaction. It’s then I realize he thinks I’m going to get angry. I say, “Maybe Faye and I could do something together, instead of us being sent home.”
His eyes narrow. “You guys aren’t going out anywhere.”
“We’ll go to Faye’s house or something.”
“I’d rather you two both went to bed early,” he grumbles. “Stay here in the clubhouse, but give us a little time to party with Rake.”
He wants me to go to bed early? While he stays up to party without any of us around? I decide to stay quiet because two of his brothers are here with us, listening to our conversation. Instead, I sip my drink and enjoy the music flowing outside from the house. The men talk among themselves but I don’t pay attention, I just snuggle up with Tracker. Needing to use the bathroom, I walk back inside to see that the party has gotten even wilder. People were literally having sex out in the open, naked and not one shit given. This isn’t the kind of scene I ever thought I’d see with my own eyes, but at the same time, it is damn good research material. As I walk by two men with one woman, I even get inspired to write a threesome scene.
“Like to watch, do you?” Tracker says, pulling me back against his chest. “You always surprise me, Lana.”
We sit down on the couch, and watch the sensual couples around us. I feel embarrassed. I feel curious. I don’t know where to look. But here I am, and I’m going to make the most of . . . whatever this is. Tracker lazily strokes the curve of my breast as I see Rake lie back, one woman sucking him. The second woman sits on his face. My cheeks heat. Yeah, I need another drink. Something stronger. Tracker pulls me closer to him and starts kissing up my collarbone.
“You okay?” he asks. “We can go to our room if you like. Or you can stay and watch. No one will dare touch you, even if they wanted to.”
I gulp. I don’t know what I want. I’m frozen.
Tracker grins and lifts me onto his lap. “Kiss me.”
His command snaps me out of my shock.
Giving him all my attention, I straddle him and kiss him. His hands cupping the cheeks of my ass, I grind on him gently when the kissing turns deeper, more erotic. His tongue sucks on mine, and then he nips at my bottom lip. I grip his cheeks in my hands, feeling the rough blond stubble on his face and wanting to feel it elsewhere. When he pulls down my top a little, exposing my breasts, I don’t stop him. He moves me close so no one can see my nipples except him, his eyes glazing over in lust.