Her pussy is the best I’ve ever had, her lips the softest, her breath the sweetest.
Everything is better with her around.
It’s like she was made for me, for my pleasure. For my happiness. Fuck, she has me twisted. And she wants me, just as much, maybe even more than I want her. She knows how to look after me; she has my back.
She’s perfect.
She’s wifey and mother material.
She’s also old-lady material, which she proves to me over and over again.
I’m one lucky bastard, and I’m fuckin’ thankful I fought for her.
I kiss her bare shoulder, then get dressed and leave our room, glancing over at her one last time before closing the door.
“There you are,” Sin says as I walk into the clubroom. Only members are allowed in this room, unless invited, and never during church. It is a place where we speak about our private business, and where decisions are made.
“Everything okay?” I ask, watching him pace.
“Those fuckers are up to something,” he growls. “We need them out of our town.”
Talon had come to let us know about another MC around our territory. Kings of Hell MC are here for a reason, but none of us can figure out why. It is making all of us nervous as hell. We’re wondering whether we should make the first move, or wait to see what their game plan is.
“Vinnie’s keeping an eye on them, right?”
Sin nods. “Yeah. Looks like they’re running drugs and guns. I don’t know why they were watching Anna and Lana though. We’re missing something, and I don’t know what it is.”
“The women are well protected,” I assure him. “We aren’t gonna lose one of them. Whoever tries will be gutted.”
Sin scrubs a hand down his face, looking tired. “All right. The cops have been sniffing around here too. I think they know something is up, except this time it hasn’t got anything to do with us. They’re probably wondering what those assholes are doing here as well. Shit’s about to hit the fan; that’s all I know.”
“See,” I joke. “Even when we’re good, we still get blamed for shit. We should just go fuck them up and kick them out of our town. Cops might thank us.”
“Define good,” Sin replies, scoffing. “And that can be our plan B.”
I laugh at that. “Okay, not good. Let’s go with better. Or improved. Hey, Arrow hasn’t killed anyone lately. I call that a good thing.”
Sin just grunts in response. “You can make a joke out of anything, can’t you, asshole?”
I smirk. “You know me.”
He shakes his head. “I do know you, brother. Know you have my back. We’ll get this shit sorted; we always do.”
“Sin,” I say quietly.
“Yeah?”
“We’d all protect Clover with our lives,” I say solemnly.
“I know,” he says instantly. “Trust me brother, I know.”
“Besides”—a faint smile plays on his mouth—“they’d have to get through my wife first.”
* * *
“Tracker, long time no see,” a familiar voice purrs.
Wincing, I turn to the woman, schooling my expression to passivity. “Leanne, what are you doing here?” I ask Jess’s younger sister.
“Came to visit Jess,” she says, smiling seductively. “Plus I missed you.”
This time I don’t bother to hide my grimace. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m a taken man now.”
She giggles, a noise that grates on my nerves. “Yeah, like you were with Allie?”
“Don’t have to explain myself to you,” I snap, then get my temper under control. “Fucked you a few times; won’t be happening again. I’m sure Rake will be interested. Or one of the other men.”
She places her hand on my chest, and I stare down at it in disgust. Why can’t some women take no for an answer? They could be beautiful with a smoking body, like Leanne is, but that doesn’t mean that I want them no matter what. I’m not about to lose Lana over a bit of easy pussy. Worst part is, Leanne is actually friends with Allie and still fucked me behind her friend’s back. Women like this make me want to kiss Lana’s feet, grateful that I found a woman who can be trusted. A loyal, honest-to-God good woman. More than I deserve, but no less than I’d settle for. Anna walks into the kitchen, taking in the scene before her.
“Get your hand off Tracker if you want to keep it attached to your skinny-ass body,” Anna snaps, forever looking out for her best friend.
Leanne backs away. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“Actually,” Anna says. “I can. And I will.”
“I’m gonna go find Jess,” she mumbles, leaving the room.
“Anna Bell,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re becoming even scarier than Faye nowadays.”
Her eyes stay narrowed. “Why was she touching you?”
“You kidding me right now? I told her I didn’t want anything to do with her,” I say, angry she jumped to that conclusion so quickly.
Her shoulders drop. “Okay.”
“Christ, when did the women start running shit around here?” I ask, feeling like punching something.
“My thoughts exactly,” Rake says, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “Soon they’re gonna fuckin’ take over.”
Anna quickly leaves the room.
Smart woman.