I nod again. “All right, I can do that.”
“Good girl,” he says, sounding relieved. “Let’s hope these fuckers weren’t behind Allie’s death. Bringing her here like that? Sends a message that they want a war. And if they want one, they’re going to get one.”
I shiver at the tone of his voice.
“Be safe,” I tell him, brow furrowing. “Don’t assume anything. We don’t know the truth of what really happened yet.”
“I’ll play it smart,” he says, grinning. “This isn’t my first rodeo, Lana, but fuck you’re cute for caring so much and offering up advice.”
I roll my eyes. I wasn’t trying to be cute. “I need you with me, Tracker, you hear me? You better come back to me in one piece.”
“Baby,” he says, eyes softening. “It’s just a talk tonight, nothing will happen. We want to be safe, make sure all the women and kids are taken care of.”
“I know.”
“What are you going to do all day?” he asks, bringing me against his chest.
“Write,” I say. “Help Faye with whatever needs to be done for tonight. Worry about you.”
“Lana,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “Stop being so damn cute or you’re gonna get fucked again.”
“How is that a punishment?” I reply. “I’m going to be as cute as I can right now.”
He pulls back and grins. “Fuck, I love you.”
“Love you too,” I whisper.
He pushes my hair back behind my ear. “Stay here.”
“I will. What about Evie?”
“I’ll pick her up from your apartment and bring her back here with me.”
“Okay.”
One more kiss and then he’s gone.
TWENTY-NINE
THAT evening, Faye, Anna, and I are running around making sure all the women and kids have everything they need. The atmosphere is relaxed—the men told everyone not to worry, that they were just being overly protective, and everyone is taking them at their word. When the men all return, looking bleak, I think something has happened. Tracker brings Evie to me, then tells me to wait in his room.
“Is everything okay?” I ask Tracker when he comes to bed.
He undresses and slides into the sheets naked. “Their VP fucked Allie, but they deny killing her, or hurting her in any way. Say they’re not here to start any shit, and they want peace with us.”
I feel confused. “None of this makes sense. How do you know they’re telling the truth?”
“We don’t,” he replies, sounding tired. “We’re going to have to wait and see. Get one step ahead of them. Don’t worry about anything, Lana, we have a plan and everything is under control. All you have to worry about is pleasing your man.”
I slap his chest. “Jerk.”
He chuckles. “You know, no matter how messed up shit gets, knowing I’m coming home to you makes everything worth it.”
I snuggle into him and tease, “That’s because all I do is worry about pleasing my man.”
“Damn straight,” he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“So what is the plan you guys have about the MC?” I ask.
He kisses my brow. “Can’t tell you everything, Lana, you know this.”
“I know,” I grumble back. “I just can’t stop thinking about Allie lying there . . .”
“I wish you never saw it,” he says, stroking my jawline. “Wanted to hide you from all the bad shit.”
“You can’t hide me from everything,” I say quietly. “It’s just a part of this world. Not just the biker world, but the world in general. We’re surrounded by bad people, doing bad shit. The men in this MC are good men, and I think you’re damn amazing, so I’ll always stand by you.”
He rolls on top of me and kisses me. “You see me?”
I nod. “Yeah. I see all of you.”
I take his hand and lead it to my pussy.
“Feeling horny tonight, are we, baby? Did the thought of me out there facing down those other men turn you on? Because you know I’m one of the baddest motherfuckers out there?”
“Yes,” I reply, gasping as his fingers make contact. “I’m feeling fearless.”
“Hmmmm.”
He lifts up my T-shirt—which really is his T-shirt—and slides my panties down. His cock is rock-hard, and I like that it’s that way without me even touching him, just from our words and our bodies being pressed against each other. Baring my breasts, he leisurely sucks one nipple, then the other, making me wetter. His thumb presses on my clit the same time he slides inside of me.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Feels better every damn time. Don’t know how the fuck that’s possible, but it’s the truth.”
He takes his time, fucking me with a slow rhythm, a bump and grind that has me dripping wet and begging for more.
“What does it feel like when you come?” I ask Tracker after we make love. Well, it was more like fucking, but that was one in the same for me now. I love how intense and rough he can get one second, sweet and gentle the next.
“Hmmm,” he rumbles. “It starts with the rhythm I get into, finding one that works perfectly for me, then it builds, and keeps building until I can’t take it anymore, traveling along my shaft until it explodes inside you. Just before I come, the base of my cock is so fuckin’ hard, there’s nothing like it. The buildup is crazy, the explosion is the culmination of so much tension. The feeling of the tension moving from my balls to then squirting my hot come into you is second to none. I fuckin’ love it.”
His explanation is hot, and honest. I love that I can ask him these questions and that he answers them without hiding anything.
“You know sometimes as soon as you slide into me I can almost tell what mood you’re in, going by how hard you are, how rough you’re going to be. It’s so sexy,” I admit, looking down and biting my lower lip.
He lifts my face up with a gentle pull. “Don’t be shy to tell me things like that. That was fuckin’ sexy coming out of your mouth.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, grinning. “I read your book, remember? I know the thoughts that swim in your head. I know how naughty you can be, and I love it. Don’t be shy with me, baby; talk to me. I’ll show you your every fantasy, every sexual desire. Maybe I should read that book again, and play out every sex scene with you.”
My breath hitches. “R-really?”
“My baby likes that,” he says, lips pressed against my neck. “Some of those scenes got me so hard, knowing it was you who wrote those words, you thinking about it. Christ, Lana. What else have you got going on in that mind of yours?”
I lick my lips. “Maybe you should read more of my books and find out.”
“I will,” he says, rolling me into him so my head is on his chest. “Now sleep. I’ll probably wake you in the night with my mouth on your pussy.”
* * *
The next day, I walk into the living room looking for Tracker when I find him talking to none other than my father.
“Hi,” I say awkwardly, looking from one man to the other.
“’Mornin’ baby,” Tracker says softly, then turns his eyes to my dad, his face going hard. “Your father, and I use that term loosely, wants to talk with you. It’s up to you whether you let him. I can always kick his ass out.”
My dad pleads with me with his eyes.
“It’s fine.”
Tracker comes to me. “Call out if you need me, all right?”
I nod, and he leaves the room, but not before giving me a possessive kiss.
I sit down on the couch, then motion for my dad to do the same.
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask him, threading my fingers together and resting them on my lap.
“I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner,” he says, clearing his throat. “Slowly get to know you a little better, maybe?”
He wants to get to know me, now? I have to ask why. Is it my connection to the club? Or is it just an old man full of re
grets for his life choices?
“When?” I find myself asking.
“How about next week sometime? Or whenever is convenient for you,” he says quickly, looking hopeful. “You know, I wanted to do something nice for you. So I was going to pay for the apartment you’re living in—instead of renting it you would own it. But when I went to talk to the landlord about it, he said he’d already sold it. Tracker bought it and put it in your name.”
My jaw drops. “He did what?”
My dad nods, smiling ruefully. “That apartment is fully paid for, and in your name. Have you checked your bank account? The money you paid for rent will still be in there, untouched.”
“Holy shit,” I blurt out. “I can’t believe he did that.” I look at my dad. “And you didn’t need to try to do that for me. That’s too much. I never wanted anything from you, except you. Yes, there were times Mom and I struggled financially, and I hated that you were rich but didn’t help her out, but I still would never ask anything from you.”
His face ages before my eyes at my confession. “I really am a selfish fuck, aren’t I?”
Kind of, but I didn’t say anything.
“Anything you want, Lana,” he murmurs. “It’s yours.”
I think it over. “I want Mom to be able to retire early. She works so hard, every day. Always has. I paid off her house for her. She does so much for me, always made sure I had whatever I needed. Now I’d like to repay her in some way.”
A thoughtful look comes over his face. “She won’t quit her job, and she’s too proud to accept anything I offer. How about a large retirement fund for her?”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
“The fact that you asked for something for her and not you, says to me just how well she raised you,” he says, looking down at his hands. “I wish to God I had some part in that, but I didn’t. All I can do is try having you in my life now, as little or as much as you’ll give, and I’ll be grateful.”
I nod stiffly.
It’s time for me to forgive.
To let go of the past hurt and to live in the present.
“Oh, wow,” I say, starting to feel emotional. “Dinner sounds great . . . Dad.”
THIRTY
WHAT happens in the next book? Tell me, now,” Faye demands, looking at the laptop screen over her shoulder. “Does Alexander die? Or does he come back and kidnap Kylie?”
I save my work and close the laptop, spinning on my chair to face her. “Faye, give it a rest, I’m not ruining the story for you.”
She pouts. “But . . . why not? Come on! Aren’t there any perks of knowing an author?”
“Free signed books. Advance copies. The fear of knowing everything you do and say could end up in a book.”
She grimaces. “Pretend I didn’t tell you earlier how annoying my mother-in-law is.”
We both laugh. “Too late, might already be in there.”
“You should name a character after me,” she suggests. “Faye is an awesome name. It means fairy.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, I’ll name my next heroine Faye.”
“Sweet! Can you name the dude Dex? I can’t see me fucking anyone else, even in print.”
I still. “Holy shit that was a cute line.”
“I have my moments.” She shrugs, then pauses. “You can use that line. In fact, you should probably take notes from me.”
“I’ll get right on that,” I reply dryly.
“The book should be called The Biker Queen,” she continues, waving her hand through the air. She then looks at me. “What do you think?”
“I think you should write the book yourself,” I suggest. “It could be awesome.”
She nods. “Good idea. Maybe they’ll make it into a movie.”
I nod, on the verge of laughter. “Make sure you tell Sin beforehand though, or what happened with Tracker might happen to you.”
Her eyes go wide. “You’re at the stage where you can joke about that? Awesome! Because I had a few jokes I was keeping to myself, not wanting to hurt your feelings.”
I scrub my hand down my face. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” she says. “Crap. I better go get Clover from school.”
I look at the time. “She doesn’t finish for another thirty minutes.”
She grins sheepishly. “I know. I just like to be there early, just in case.”
“Thirty minutes early?” I ask with wide eyes. “What do you go there and do?”
“Sit outside her classroom.”
I smirk. “Is this why I heard Arrow calling you a psycho mother the other day?”
She scowls, eyes narrowing slightly. “Yes. The bastard. Wait until he has a kid, then he’ll understand.”
Anna walks into the room. “The men are in a bad mood.”
“Yeah.” Faye sighs. “They’re trying to find out what happened to Allie, get to the bottom of it, but hitting dead ends at every turn. They’ve been gathering info on the Kings of Hell, but besides the drugs, we’ve found nothing. And they’re just as curious about us as we are about them. Apparently one of them has the hots for Lana, which is why they were watching her that time.”
My cheeks heat. “W-what?”
“Yeah,” Faye says, grinning wide. “I thought Tracker was gonna combust when he heard that. He wanted to head over to the Kings of Hell clubhouse and beat the shit out of whoever is coveting his precious Lana.”
I throw her a look. “Maybe you should be the author. I’m sure that’s an exaggerated story.”
She shrugs. “It’s romantic though. Biker romance at its finest. You should write that in too.”
Anna shakes her head, making a face. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy like a fox,” Faye retorts, then grins at Anna. “Wanna head to the gym? Could use a sparring session.”
Anna sighs. “Just got my period, so not pregnant, so why the hell not?”
Faye looks to me. “Wanna learn some moves? They’re great for real life and the bedroom.”
How can I say no to that? “What about Clover?”
“I’ll ask Dex to get her,” she says, pulling out her phone and ringing him.
“Okay.”
I stand up. “Show me.”
* * *
Of course the men walk into the gym while Faye has me pinned to the ground, straddling me.
“I’m so hard right now,” I hear Rake say, then “Ouch,” as one of the men must have hit him.
“Oh come on, don’t pretend you’re not,” he says to Tracker, then looks at Anna. “I’m pretending you’re not even here.”
“Appreciated,” Anna replies in a dry tone.
Tracker walks over to us and looks down, smiling. “Learning a few moves, are you?”
Faye lets me up. “She’s small but fast.”
“I think I have a long way to go,” I say, raising on my tiptoes to kiss my man. “But it’s kind of fun. Exhilarating.”
“Rake’s right. I am turned on right now,” he admits, grinding his pelvis into me. “But then again, you breathe and I get turned on.”
“Get a room!” Anna calls out.
“Or a couch!” Rake joins in. “So we can all watch.”
“You said you weren’t going to bring that up again, you bastard!” I yell.
“Rake,” Tracker growls. “Leave my woman alone or we’re getting in that ring.”
I roll my eyes. “Are you guys here for anything other than to annoy us and disrupt a very educational experience for me?”
Sin walks in and we all look to him. “President of the Kings of Hell is here at our gates. Claiming he wants to talk. He’s alone.”
The men all share glances.
“Where’s Clover?” Faye asks, looking worried.
“She’s at my mom’s,” he says. “Safe, don’t worry.”
“I don’t like it,” Arrow announces, looking to Anna. “The women are in here.”
“We have guns,” Faye says. “He’s alone. Two of you hold him at gunpoint while he ta
lks.”
“Faye,” Sin growls. “Stay here with the women. Don’t fucking move.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, saluting him.
Tracker kisses my mouth. “Stay here.”
Arrow does the same to Anna. “Don’t separate.”
The men leave, closing the gym door.
Anna and I look to Faye for guidance. “Let’s get armed just in case,” she tells us, walking over and lifting a board in the floor. I glance inside, to see it’s full of weapons.
It’s on.
* * *
“It wasn’t them,” Sin announces. “Took balls for him to walk in here, unarmed and alone, wanting us to know they didn’t touch Allie, and they’re not here to get in our shit.”
I’m pretty sure everyone was thinking the same question.
Who the hell killed Allie then, and why?
Tracker holds my hand, rubbing his thumb along my knuckles. When I look down at his hands, I notice that they’re red and swollen. “Who did you hit?” I ask.
He glances down at his hands as if only just realizing he had marks on them. “Someone got in the way of my fist.”
“Who?”
Rake chuckles. “This morning Tracker ran into the guy from the Kings who wants you. Let’s just say he won’t bother looking in your direction again.”
I gasp. “You didn’t.”
“Why?” he replies. “You like having men panting after you, is that it? He should have known better than to want someone who’s mine, and now he does.”
I actually felt sorry for the guy. He didn’t even approach me.
“You’re so . . . mean!” I whisper.
“You’re mine,” he replies simply. “People need to know.”
“Caveman,” I utter.
“Only when it comes to you.”
There is no winning with this man.
* * *
I find that with the right angle, speed, and rhythm, I can make Tracker come again soon after he’s just come. He’d just finished thirty minutes ago, and he’s ready to do so again.
“Fuck, Lana,” he grits out. “You really know how to work me, don’t you?”
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