Delicious.
Women will buy my book for this cover alone.
He flexes his muscles, then changes position to rub one hand down his abs. I’m getting turned on by just looking at him, and I can’t wait to bring him to bed after this, still dressed in this outfit.
I still can’t believe that he’s mine.
All mine.
Holding his hat with one hand, he slips his thumb into his belt loop, flashing me a dirty look before turning seductive for the camera.
The camera loves him.
And so do I.
He continues to pose, throwing me looks in between, letting me know he isn’t happy but is doing this for me. I’d normally have Wyatt with a female model for my covers but I wasn’t going to watch some model slide up to Tracker, so he’s going to be on there solo.
The cover is going to be ab-licious.
We wrap up the photo shoot and he comes straight for me. “I think I look better as a biker than a cowboy.”
“I think you look good as anything,” I say, running my hand down his chest.
He glances down at me knowingly. “You’re wet for me as a cowboy, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am, you look . . . wow. Tracker you look sexy. Hotter than any male cover model I’ve ever seen.”
“Wyatt included?” he asks dryly.
“Million times better than Wyatt,” I tell him, licking my bottom lip seductively. “In fact . . .” I continue, “I really want to save a horse right now.”
“What?” he asks, frowning.
“I want to save a horse by riding a cowboy.”
His lips twitch. “Baby, if you wanna fuck me, just say so.”
We don’t make it home.
I ride him in the car, bouncing up and down on him until we both come so hard we almost pass out.
When we do get home, all the brothers are standing out front, waiting to give Tracker shit. The whistles and catcalls start.
“Now I’m gonna have to kick all their asses in the ring to prove a point,” Tracker grumbles, but winks at me playfully.
“Holy mother of shit!” Faye yells when she sees him. Fanning herself she walks up to him. “Hello there, cowboy!”
Sin grabs her, throws her over his shoulder, and leaves the room.
“It’s not my fault he’s so hot!” she calls out, earning her a smack on her ass. “Ouch! That hurt.”
“See,” I tell Tracker. “It’s not just me.”
He glances around, seeing Anna and Jess staring at him too, along with the random women Rake is with.
“Is this how it feels to be a woman? Seen as a piece of meat?” he asks, a contemplative look on his face. “I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“Next cover you can be a sexy highlander in a kilt,” I announce, almost swooning at just the thought of it.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
“Or a Viking. You totally look like one.”
“Lana.”
“Yes?”
“You’re lucky you’re beautiful, because you’re a pain in the ass.”
* * *
I get ready for bed, brushing Evie and letting her outside, before bringing her back in to sleep. After she’s sorted, I have a long shower and dress in my pajamas. I’m just getting into bed when I hear Tracker come home, the front door unlocking and then relocking.
“Chapter ten,” Tracker says, walking into our room with my book in his hand.
“What about it?” I asked. “And hello to you too.”
He smiles sheepishly, leans down and brushes a quick kiss on my mouth. “Hey, baby.”
“Hi. Now, what about chapter ten?” I ask. “And weren’t you at Rift? What the hell are you doing carrying my book around with you everywhere you go?”
“I want to do it to you. Right now,” he says, narrowing his eyes on the page. “Sounds hot. And I started it and couldn’t stop, so I’ve been taking it around with me.”
Sweetest biker in the world.
Curious, I peer over the page, seeing what scene he is talking about.
“You would,” I mutter, taking off my glasses and putting them on our side table. Tracker officially moved in with me last week, although we still spend a lot of our time at the clubhouse. It’s nice having our own space; much more private. Tracker admitted that he loved this apartment, he only said he didn’t because at the time he wanted me to move into the clubhouse with him, which I kind of figured out anyway.
“You wrote a threesome scene.”
“I did,” I reply slowly.
“Does that mean that’s on your bucket list? Because I don’t think I’d handle that very well,” he admits. “Well I’d handle a third woman better than a third guy.” He pauses. “I’d probably kill the guy.”
I throw my pillow at him. “Nice try.”
He chuckles. “Hey, you’re the one writing these scenes. It’s putting ideas in my already dirty head.”
“Just because I write them doesn’t mean I want to reenact all of them. Sometimes it’s hot to just fantasize.”
“Hmmmm. I’m gonna write my own sex scene,” he says, rubbing his chin. He grabs my laptop and starts to type. Curious, I can’t help but watch him.
She waits for me in bed, naked, legs spread. Her pussy is glistening, and my mouth waters, wanting to taste her.
No, devour her.
Possession runs through my veins. She is mine. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me.