I smile seductively.
I’d once asked Tracker what goes through his mind when we’re making love. Does he have any sweet thoughts? Or is it all hot, tight, wet-pussy thoughts? As a writer and as his lover, I wanted to know. His response was a classic one.
“When I’m rock-hard, I’m like a shark. Concentrating and going in for the kill. I don’t think much of anything besides reaching my goal.”
Tonight, I was the same. Well besides the rock-hard part. But I wanted to blow his mind, so I was concentrating on doing just that. I’m on top, straddling him. He has his hands on my ass, squeezing tightly as I ride him into oblivion.
“Right there,” he groans. “Fuck. Yes. Lana.”
I lift my hips up and push back down on him, over and over again. The feeling of him inside me is one that will never get old. Being connected to him, it’s like this is where I’m meant to be.
We’re animals, living off our base instincts.
I belong to him, and he belongs to me.
Nothing else matters in this moment except each other, pleasure, and our connection. Tracker is a man who both respects me and protects me. He’s an alpha male, but he also knows how to listen, how to take how I’m feeling into consideration. He’s a shade of gray, no white or black.
I lean down and kiss his mouth, but he soon takes over, kissing me with a passion that should frighten me.
But it doesn’t, it fuels me.
His want, his need, his obsession fuels my own.
We’re bound, Tracker and I.
Whether that’s a good or a bad thing is yet to be seen.
THIRTY-ONE
THE guy who Tracker hit, from the Kings of Hell MC, his name is Zed. And he is standing right in front of me at Rift.
“Hello,” he says, grinning at me.
“Hi,” I say, staring at his black eye. “Sorry my man hit you.”
He laughs. “I would’ve done the same if you were mine.”
I look around. “Do the Wind Dragons know you’re here?”
He nods. “We’re here for a peace-meet-up kind of thing. We’re going to prove we can all get along here with no issues.”
I didn’t get it, but whatever. “You know if Tracker sees you talking to me there will be no peace.”
He smiles again. I don’t think he’s the sharpest tool in the shed. “Tracker’s out front talking with our prez. Maybe we could sneak in a quick dance?”
The man has a death wish.
“No, thank you,” I say. “But thanks for the offer.”
“What she means is, fuck off,” Anna says, coming to stand next to me. “She’s just too nice to say it.”
“But you’re not?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. I like doing it.”
“Are you taken?”
She grins, flashing her teeth. “Yeah, by Arrow. If you want to live you’ll step away, because I don’t want my man going back to prison.”
Zed leaves, but I don’t miss the twitch of his mouth.
“Men are weird,” I announce.
“The Kings of Hell are weird,” she replies. “Talon’s coming here tonight too. Whose stupid idea was this? Someone is gonna get killed.”
“Hopefully it’s one of the Kings,” I mutter under my breath, making Anna laugh.
“You really are Wind Dragons, you know that, right?” she says. “I love you, Lana.”
“Love you too, Anna Bell,” I reply. “We should hug. This is a hugging moment.”
We do.
Tightly.
“I’m joining this hug,” Faye announces, wrapping an arm around each of us.
“Everything okay?” Sin asks, walking up to his wife.
“Yeah,” we all reply at the same time.
Sin looks over all of us. “Didn’t know I have three wives.”
Faye pulls away from us and goes to her man’s side. “Everything okay?”
Sin nods. “Yeah, everything is okay. We have a few leads on Allie’s death, so we’re going to see what we can come up with. Until then, stay close, don’t separate, and always have someone with you when you leave the clubhouse.”
“We know,” Faye says. “We’re being careful.”
“Good,” he says. “Now let’s try getting through this meeting without someone dying. Whose idea was this again?”
Anna smirks. “Not ours.”
“Fuck,” Sin mutters. “I need a drink.”
“I’ll order a round,” Faye says. “I think we all need a damn drink.”
Surprisingly, the rest of the night progresses without incident. As the Kings head out, Tracker tells me that tonight was actually for a reason—they’d set some kind of trap.
“Are you going to dance with me?” I ask him, running my fingers down his arm.
“I will.” He grins. “When a good song comes on.”
“What’s wrong with this song?” I ask.
“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. “Th
at’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.”
“Answer the question,” I push.
“Yeah, of course it would. Unless another man comes near you and touches your ass or something, because then I’m going to lose my shit.”
I bring his face down to mine for easy kissing access. “Let’s go dance for a few songs, then leave.”
He shakes his head. “What the fuck have I created?”
“Someone who’s perfect for you?” I tease. “Or maybe you just brought out the real me.”
He sucks on my bottom lip. “I’ll take you any way you come, you know this.”
He rests his forehead on mine.
I kiss his lips.
Then we dance and go home.
THIRTY-TWO
TRACKER
WE didn’t want to do it, but we didn’t really have a choice. While everyone was at Rift tonight, we had cameras installed throughout the clubhouse. If whoever killed Allie comes back to fuck with us again, tonight or in the future, we want to know who the fucker is. It isn’t the Kings of Hell MC, although it would be so easy to blame them, especially after we knew of their VP’s association with Allie. Apparently though, the bastard was infatuated with her and wanted whoever killed her dead too.
Fuck.
We had Vinnie and Talon search the place the Kings of Hell are staying at, a warehouse about an hour from here, just to make sure. They came up with nothing. Yeah, the bastards look clean. Until they give us a reason, we’ll let them live.
The worst part though is that it looked like someone inside the clubhouse had something to do with it, or in the very least helped someone get inside.
I hope like hell that isn’t the case.
Sin’s on edge, Arrow’s on the verge of beating the truth out of anyone in his path, and I want to make sure Lana is safe no matter what the cost.
And after that, I want to marry her.
“Tracker,” Sin calls, walking up to me.
“Yeah?” I’m standing by my bike, about to come inside.
“Need to talk to you about something.”
“What?” I ask, not liking the sound of this.
“We need to leave the clubhouse to catch this bastard. Last time we were all out except a couple of the men, and all the women were home. I don’t know any other way unless we leave again. We’ll be close by, of course, but I think we should tell everyone we’re going on a run. Let no one except us know the truth.”
“You want to use the women as bait?” I ask, jaw clenching. “What the fuck, Sin?”
“You think I like it?” He curses. “It’s this, or we wait, watching over our shoulders until we find out the truth of what happened.”
“Christ,” I utter. “Maybe you should at least tell Faye. She can protect the women and it will be better if she knows what’s going on.”
Sin looks down. “Will you be okay with that? Faye knowing and not Lana?”
“I trust Faye will protect Lana,” I say. “I think I’ll feel better knowing she knows and will have the other women’s backs.”
“She is pretty badass,” Sin comments with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll tell Faye what’s going on, but no one else. We need this situation controlled. Not that I don’t trust my men. I trust you, Rake, Arrow, Irish, and Vinnie with my life. I just need everyone’s reactions to be real, I don’t want anyone to know what’s going on. I’m going to re-create the scene. Start there.”
“Smart,” I say. “Fuck, let’s get this done with. Anything you need, brother.”
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “I know.”
We need to find the bastard who dared to fuck with us right under our noses.
THIRTY-THREE
LANA
THE men are going on a run. It’s been a week since we were at Rift, and nothing eventful has happened. I’ve been escorted to school and back, and have pretty much moved into the clubhouse, Evie in tow. Tracker thought it would be safer for me to be here, surrounded by him and the other club members. I feel safer here too, even though this is where Allie was found. I know the people around me won’t hesitate to save my life. That’s the kind of bond the members have. They’re a family. A family not of blood but of choice. Some would say that’s more powerful.
“Lana!” Clover says, running into my room. I pick her up in my arms and swing her around.
“Hello, princess,” I tell her, kissing her plump cheek. “How are you?”
“Good,” she replies. “I’m staying at Nana’s tonight.”
“Are you now? How fun,” I tell her, putting her down.
“We’re gonna bake cookies.”
“Save one for me, will you?”
She nods. “I’ll make you a chocolate one.”
“Perfect.”
“Uncle Tracker said you like the chocolate ones,” she says, grinning.
“Uncle Tracker is right; I do.”
I love that he notices all these small details.
“There you are, Clo,” Faye says, coming in. “You ready to go to your nana’s?”
She nods and waves to me. “’Bye, Lana!”
“’Bye, sweetie.”
Faye looks at me and wrinkles her nose. “I’ll be back. Going to drop her off with Sin.”
“I’ll be here,” I say, joining Evie on my bed and opening my laptop. I’ve typed one chapter when Tracker walks in.
“We’ll be leaving in an hour,” he says, lying down next to me. “Come here.”
I move my laptop and snuggle up next to him. “You’re going for three nights, right?”
He nods. “Yeah. Prospects are staying behind to keep an eye on things. Anything you need, tell them.”
“Okay,” I reply. “We
’ll be fine.”
His arms tighten around me. “You better be. You know I love you and will do anything to protect you, right?”
“I know,” I reply. “I trust you.”
His grip becomes almost painful.
“Tracker.”
“Sorry,” he says, easing up. “I just want to hold you until I have to go. Why don’t you tell me all about your new book?”
I tell him about it, then answer all his questions.
When he leaves, his kiss is slow and gentle.
Lingering.
But when he leaves, I’m left with a bad feeling.
* * *
TRACKER
The women are fine.
Lana is fine.
Nothing is going to happen.
I repeat these three sentences over and over again. Did we make a mistake with this plan? What aren’t we seeing?
If something happens to Lana . . .
I’ll never forgive myself.
Sin is watching the surveillance cameras. We’re inside a hotel, said we were stopping for the night. Talon is staying close to the clubhouse and is ready in case anything happens.
Now, we wait.
When we see a figure walking into Vinnie’s room, and into the bathroom where we found Allie dead, we’re confused. What is he doing? Just checking out the scene of the crime? But then he speaks, and what he says is more evidence than we ever thought we’d get.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Allie,” he says, crouching down on his knees and touching the floor. “I loved you, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard. I was so angry.”
He exhales deeply. “You were mine. I’d rather you be dead than let anyone else have you.”
Fuck.
Looks like we found our killer.
* * *
LANA
The morning after Tracker leaves, I wake up to yelling. Throwing the sheets off me, I open the door and run out of the room, Evie at my feet. It takes me a few seconds to process the scene in front of me. Arrow has Blade pinned against the wall by his neck. He’s surrounded by all the other men in the MC. Tracker, Sin, Trace, Rake, Irish, Ronan, and Vinnie. They’re all watching with avid interest, through narrowed eyes or with arms crossed over their chests.
Arrow rears back and punches Blade in the face.
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