Tracker's End

by Chantal Fernando

  “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.

  “Tell me to take you to the room, or I’m fucking you right here,” he says in a ragged voice.

  I say nothing.

  “Lana,” he growls. “Tell me, now.”

  He pulls my entire top off, baring me from the waist up.

  My last warning.

  “I’m not fuckin’ around, Lana,” he says. “Everyone is about to get a show, and I’m too turned on to care.”

  A Nine Inch Nails song plays in the background: “Closer.”

  Closer.

  I still stay quiet.

  “Need the words, Lana.”

  “Fuck me here,” I demand. “Right now, I don’t care either.”

  He lifts me up and lies me down on the couch.

  He pulls down my pants and takes me.

  Just like I asked him to.

  * * *

  The next morning, my mind clear, the atmosphere completely different, reality hits me.

  Oh my god.

  I had sex.

  With Tracker.

  In a room full of people.

  Sure, they were doing the same, and probably not paying that much attention, but still.

  I’m never going to be able to look anyone in the eye again.

  I’ll have to move.

  To a different country.

  I hear Tracker sigh from next to me. “How did I know you’d get up in the morning, overthink shit, and get pissed with me?”

  “I need to pack,” I whisper.

  “What?” he asks, sitting up, the blanket falling down to reveal his sexy toned chest.

  “I need to move. I’ll never be able to face anyone. Ever. Again,” I ramble. “Maybe I’ll move to Ireland. I’ve heard Galway is really beautiful. A writer’s paradise. Yes, I should move there.”

  “What you should do is calm down,” Tracker says, looking on the verge of laughing now. “No one will say shit to you. Yeah, you might get a few knowing smiles, but who cares? Tell them to fuck off. They were all wishing they were me last night.”

  I exhale slowly.

  Tracker continues, “And if you wanna go to fuckin’ Ireland, I’ll take you there. On a vacation. Now shut up and get back to sleep.”

  I scowl at him.

  “You shut up,” I mumble, closing my eyes.

  I hear him chuckle as I fall back asleep.

  * * *

  I eat my cereal, avoiding Rake’s gaze. “Had fun last night?” he asks in an innocent enough tone, but it still sets my nerves on fire.

  I shrug. “I guess so.”

  “Heard you did.”

  “Well you would have seen for yourself if you didn’t have a pussy on your face.”

  He chokes on his cereal, then starts cracking up laughing until he can’t breathe. “Fuck me, did Lana just say pussy? Fuckin’ classic. Tracker’s corrupted you, hasn’t he? Little innocent Lana is long gone.”

  If they knew the kind of things I wrote about daily, they would know my mind had never been innocent.

  “I’m still the same,” I grumble, stirring the milk in my bowl.

  “I’m just teasing you,” he says, chuckling some more. “As long as you were okay with what happened, so am I. No judgment here. Just giving you a hard time is all.”

  “Did everyone see?” I ask him on a whisper.

  He shook his head. “No. I was there, but like you said, I was busy. I think Irish and Vinnie might have seen. And some members from other chapters who came to hang out for a bit. My friend Zach saw; he was saying how smoking hot you are.”

  I cover my face with my hands. “Someone just kill me. Right now. Shoot me, Rake, do it.”

  “Don’t be so dramatic. Did you see all the shit going
on here last night? You think everyone was concerned about some vanilla sex on the couch?”

  Well. When he put it like that he made me sound self-centered.

  “Okay,” I say simply, still hoping that Anna won’t hear about it, because she’ll be giving me shit until she can’t breathe.

  Irish sits down, grinning at me. “Tracker is a lucky bastard. Faye or Anna wouldn’t have done that. No way in hell.”

  “Oh my god. Shut up! Or I’m moving to your motherland,” I tell Irish. “Galway, to be exact.”

  “Great place,” he comments, a smirk on his handsome face.

  “I’m going to my mom’s house,” I announce. “Until someone else does something notable we can all gossip about.”

  They all watch me in amusement as I bang my head against the table.

  * * *

  I ignore Faye’s wide grin, stepping around her and grabbing my bag. “I’ll be going now. And I’ll be leaving my dignity behind.”

  She laughs, slapping her hand down on the counter. “You had fun. There’s no shame in it, Lana. The guys think you’re great.”

  “Yeah, but they’re all pervy bastards,” I say, shoulders sagging. “I better get home. I have a shitload of work to do.”

  “Where’s Tracker?” she asks.

  “He went back to sleep. Is Blade awake? If I leave alone, Tracker will be . . .”

  I search for the right word.

  “Up your butt?” Faye suggests.

  I purse my lips. “No I was going to say angry. And that never happened last night.” I pause. “Or ever.”

  Of course Rake has to walk into the room at that moment, hearing the last bit of the conversation. “So Lana isn’t thaaaaaat much of a naughty girl, then.”

  I blink slowly. “I’m never coming here again.”

  “No, just on the couch,” Rake quips.

  He and Faye give each other a dorky high five.

  And I find Blade and get the hell out of here.

  * * *

  “You did what?” Anna laughs, jaw going slack. “Holy shit. That sounds hot. Glad I didn’t see you naked there though, getting pounded by Tracker.”

  She rubs her hand over her mouth. “You kinky little thing, you. Well, makes sense. Tracker was probably fucking Zada Ryan, not Lana Brown.”

  I pinch her arm. “Can you lower your voice?”

  We both glance around the café. “No one heard me. Besides, only porn readers would recognize the name.”

  I scowl. “It’s romance, not porn.”

  She shrugs. “Faye thinks it’s porn. She says she and Sin have the best sex afterward because she’s so turned on.”

  I sigh, resting my cheek on my palm. “There are no boundaries in that clubhouse, are there?”

  Anna shakes her head ruefully. “No. But then again, most families are like that. Maybe not to the point of having sex in front of each other, but otherwise? No boundaries.”

  I slap her shoulder, but let the former part of her words sink in.

  She’s right. “I should just move in with Tracker, shouldn’t I?”

  “If you think he’s the one. It’s up to you. I would though, if I were you,” she admits, then arches her brow. “Plus I like the thought of having you there.”

  “I’m hardly ever home,” I say. “I haven’t seen my mom in what feels like days.”

  “How is she doing?” Anna asks, sitting back in the booth. “Any more news from your dad?”

  “Mom is good. Busy working. Nothing from Quinn, no.”

  I didn’t know how to feel about that, so I’m blocking it out.

  “How’s it going on the baby-making front?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “Been two months and nothing yet, but I read for some people it takes a longer time. Unlike Faye who got knocked up in one night.”

  We make a few jokes about Sin’s expert swimmers.

  “I better head to class,” I say, standing up. “Are you going to the zoo?”

  She nods. “Yeah, then back to school.”

  “Students by day, old ladies by night.”

  “And porn writers,” she adds cheekily.

  “And baby makers.”

  We grin.

  * * *

  I don’t tell Tracker I’ve decided to move in. Instead, I just move in. I bring a suitcase with everything I’ll need for now and unpack my clothes in his drawers. When he walks in and sees me, the biggest smile takes over his face.

  “’Bout time.”

  “You’ll get sick of me soon enough.”

  “Never,” he replies. “You want some help?”

  “I’m good. I might need more space though.”

  “I’ll make some for you,” he says, removing his T-shirt and throwing it on the floor. His jeans come off next, and then his boxer briefs.

  “Want some attention, do you?” I ask, taking him in from head to toe.

  My own Adonis.

  “Always,” he replies, the gleam in his eyes telling me he wants me. Now.

  I slam the closet door shut and stalk toward him.

  Priorities.

  TWENTY-THREE

  TRACKER

  MY woman has moved into the clubhouse.

  Fuckin’ finally.

  Stubborn little thing she is. I smile as I watch her sleep on her stomach, the covers sitting on the curve of her round ass, showing off the cute dimples of her lower back. I want to trace the indentations with my tongue. I make a mental note to do so later.

  She really is something. Fascinating. Infectious. Someone I just want to keep behind my body, protected from the realities of the world.

  A treasure.

  I’ve been with many beautiful women, had more than my share, and I enjoyed them all. I love women. Their smell, their gentleness. Softness. The sighs they make, the smell of their hair.

  Every fuckin’ thing.

  But Lana, she is my woman, not just one in a crowd.

  I’ve never felt so connected to a person before. I’ve never cared what someone thought so much before. I’d never given someone the ability to hurt me, but I’ve shared that with her. As Faye is to Sin, and Anna is to Arrow, Lana is to me. The woman born to be on the back of my bike, holding tight, living life with me to the fullest. I have a voracious appetite for life—I love to eat, fuck, ride, make jokes, and mess around with everyone. Make people around me laugh. I love my brothers, my club—and now that I have Lana to share my life with, I love her more than anything else.

  I don’t even know how it happened.

  I’ve never been a possessive sort of man, but now I realize that’s only because I’ve never cared so much. I didn’t think I’d find anyone who fit me, which is why I usually just settled. Being with Lana isn’t settling. It isn’t easy, but it is right. I don’t really know how someone who lives the kind of life I live could fit with someone like her. She’s sweet, a little on the geeky side. Tiny little thing. Looks like a strong wind could blow her away. But she’s tough on the inside. She fights with herself daily, I see it, and she fights to be stronger. To say what she feels, to not hold back. To try new things. To break out of her introverted shell. She loves my brothers as much as she loves me.

  Love the man, love the club.

  I can’t even explain my obsession with her.

  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 do
or.

  “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.”