“Tracker,” she whispers, flashing me a seductive smile.
“Been waiting for me, have you?” I ask, starting to undress myself while unable to take my eyes from her body.
How did I get so lucky? With the blood on my hands, with the things I’ve done. The way I’ve treated women in the past. Used them. But Lana, she is mine. She is loyal as fuck, smart as hell, and only has eyes for me.
“Always,” she replies. “Wet at just the thought of you being inside me, so hurry.”
I smile down at her, all teeth. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Demanding. You should know that it’s me who makes the rules here.”
She clamps her thighs together. She enjoys being controlled; I know it and I use it against her.
Now undressed, I stroke my cock and watch her, making her squirm just a little while longer. Lowering to my knees, I spread her creamy thighs and bury my face in her without a word.
She tastes like honey, sweet.
A scent that’s all mine and no other man will ever know.
“That’s actually pretty damn hot, Tracker,” I say, feeling impressed. “Sexy biker writer. Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Get my woman to have a threesome?” he jokes. I giggle and pull my laptop away from him and sit on his lap in its place.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he says, expression softening as he scans my face. “You’ve ruined me for other women, just like you said you would. You’re my end.”
Sweeter words were never spoken.
EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER
YOUR boobs are huge,” I tell a very pregnant Anna. Her IVF treatment had worked, and she is expecting her first bundle of joy. “How many hands do you think it will take to cover one? I think like four of mine.”
She grins. “Two male hands.”
“Yeah, if the hands belonged to Hagrid,” I say, referring to the Harry Potter character. “Or some other giant male creature.”
She laughs, her whole body shaking. “Two of Arrow’s works fine.”
“What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be at home relaxing?” I ask her, gesturing to the bar around us. It was an early night at Rift, people are hanging out, not all drunk just yet.
“Couldn’t miss this,” she murmurs.
Miss what?
“Have you decided on a baby name?” I ask.
She rubs her protruding stomach. “If it’s a girl, I want to call her Alana.”
“What?” I whisper.
She smiles. “Didn’t want two Lanas, so I thought Alana would work.”
“Anna—”
“Don’t get all soft on me, Lana,” she replies. “These hormones are pissing me the fuck off. I cry for everything.”
“Suck it up, Anna,” I say in a hard voice. “See. All you need is some tough love.”
She laughs at that. “You and tough love? Don’t mix.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t underestimate me, bitch.”
She looks up. “I know you better than that, don’t worry.”
Tracker comes up behind me and nuzzles my neck from behind. “There you are.”
I smile at his presence.
Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” starts to play and I smile wider.
I freaking love this song!
I’ve never even heard them play a slow song at Rift before.
“This song is for Lana,” the man says into the microphone, causing me to gasp.
Tracker’s hands tighten their grip on my waist as he spins me around and kisses me. When he pulls away, he reaches into his pocket and pulls the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen out of a black velvet box.
“Marry me,” he whispers into my ear. “Make me the happiest man in the world.”
“Of course I’ll marry you!” I yell, putting my hand out. He slides the huge diamond onto my fourth finger, and stares down at it in approval. It fits perfectly.
“It’s beautiful, Tracker,” I tell him. “I love it.”
“I love you, Lana,” he says, kissing my lips. “And I’m keeping you.”
He rests his forehead against mine. “Can we go home and fuck now? I need to be inside you.”
I smirk at the romantic moment being over. “I’m sure there’s an empty room somewhere around here. . . .”
He grins, shaking his head. “You were made for me, Lana, fuckin’ made for me.”
I feel the exact same way.