“You like this music?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. It was a Beyoncé song—“Drunk in Love.”
I shrug. “It’s good to dance to.”
“I haven’t heard you listen to anyone except Ed Sheeran, Sam Smith, and First Aid Kit. I seriously know the lyrics to all their songs,” he grumbles. “You listen to their albums on repeat.”
“You love it.”
“No, I love you, so I put up with it. There’s a difference.”
He can be so damn sweet sometimes!
We dance for a few songs and then he disappears outside with the men. Talon arrives and dances with Anna for one song while Arrow stands on the side looking like he wants to murder Talon with his bare hands.
Faye comes and stands next to me, her eyes not leaving a pretty blonde. It’s then that I remember where I’ve seen her before. She’s the woman Tracker was with while we were broken up.
“What is she doing here?” I ask through clenched teeth.
Faye winces. “She asked to see Tracker.”
“Did she now?” I say slowly, enunciating each word.
Tracker comes back inside the club and I watch as the woman runs up to him to greet him. Tracker actually takes a step back from her, which mollifies me a little, clearing the red haze that was clouding my vision, but when she puts her hand on his chest, all bets are off.
I approach the two of them, standing next to Tracker, deciding to put him on the spot.
“Who is this?” I ask, glancing at him with a fake smile.
His jaw clenches, and I don’t miss him cringing. “No one.”
“Why does No One have her hand on my man’s chest?” I ask, turning to face the woman.
The bitch gives me a smug look. “He wasn’t your man when he—”
I cut her off. “Yes, when he put his cock in your mouth, closed his eyes, and pretended it was me. I know. We were broken up then, now we’re not.”
The woman’s eyes widen. “I see.”
Tracker looks down at her. “I’m taken. Won’t be happening again, all right? You should go.”
He uses a gentle tone, which I actually appreciate from him because she doesn’t need to be treated like shit. She was good enough for him to let her give him head.
Her face has a look I don’t like on it, but she leaves and I let her without saying anything further.
Tracker holds me. “You done?”
“I thought I behaved quite well under the circumstances,” I say, lifting my chin up.
His mouth twitches as he cups my chin between his thumb and index finger. “You have nothing to worry about, okay?”
I nod.
“Whether you’re around or not, I’m not looking to fuck up what we have.”
“Good,” I say softly.
“You know everyone is staring at us right now, being nosy bastards, right?”
I turn and scan the room. Yes, all eyes are on us. I turn back around to him with my head held high. “Who cares?”
He throws back his head and laughs. “You like fighting and fucking in public!”
I gasp. “That’s it!”
He laughs some more and picks me up, bride-style, carrying me outside while I squirm.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He ignores me and asks Blade for the keys to the club’s four-wheel drive.
Unlocking the doors, he puts me down in the backseat and gets in, closing the door behind him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, amused as he tries to fit his big self into the space.
“Gonna fuck you,” he says. “Sit on my lap, you’re gonna ride me.”
“Bossy.”
“You love me bossy—I bet you’re wet right now,” he says huskily, trailing his finger down my bare thigh.
I am; damn him.
Leaning back against the leather of the backseat, he undoes his belt, then his jean button and zipper and pulls his pants down enough to expose his cock and balls. “Jump on.”
I slide my panties down my legs then straddle his lap with my dress and bra still on. He holds his cock while I slide down on it until he’s fully inside me, and then I start to move, slowly at first, then I pick up the pace. Tracker pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me, from my lips to my jaw, to my neck and up again.
“You’re mine, Tracker,” I whisper against his mouth. “You always say I’m yours, but you’re mine too.”
“I know, baby,” he says back, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Always yours from the moment I saw you.”
I place my hands on his shoulders and use them as leverage to push up and down, working us both into a frenzy.
“Good answer.”
We come together, me panting his name.
“Do we have to go back in?” I ask him, as I slide off him, picking up my panties and trying to clean myself up. “I’m not putting these back on.”
He takes them from me and shoves them in his pocket. “They’re mine now.”
“Perv.”
“You love it,” he says, tenderly touching my lower lip with his thumb. “We can go home if you want. Need to check in with Sin first, but should be fine. Unless you want to stay and dance with Faye and Anna?”
“With no panties on?” I ask, raised eyebrows. “Would that turn you on? To know I don’t have anything on underneath and only you know it?”
He licks his bottom lip. “You always turn me on, Lana.”