Soon as the dress leaves my body, Tracker sits back on his hunches and stares down at me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing you naked,” he rasps as he trails his fingers along my skin. “Perfection.”
I want to tell him I’m nowhere near perfect. If I were perfect, I would be at the weight I’m supposed to be at. Be the daughter I should have been. And most of all I would have been enough for Tracker.
Don’t go there. Focus on the fact Tracker is here now, and his hands are on you. No one else is here.
Maybe that’s why I’m starting to freak. Tracker came here for me claiming he wants me. Said things that confuse the hell out of me. But what if I go back to the States with him and everything goes back to the way it was. I don’t think I can handle it. I’d prefer to stay here where no one can hurt me.
“Baby, get out of that head of yours,” Tracker murmurs. “It’s just you and me here. Don’t go overthinking shit and just feel.”
Leaning over my body, Tracker presses a kiss to my lips before moving down to my breast where he draws one of my nipples into his mouth. At the sensation of the suction I cry out in pleasure and arch my back into his touch needing more.
Tracker lifts his head and moves to my other nipple as one of his hands runs along my slit between my legs.
“Tracker, please,” I moan.
Releasing my nipple, Tracker glowers down at me. “What did I say about my name, Vi?” he says.
“To call you James when it’s just the two of us,” I answer.
“Next time, baby, I’ll be sure to punish you for not listening. I’ve told you plenty of times, I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growls, moving his way down my body until his face is directly in front of my core with my legs on his shoulders. “I’ve been dying to taste you here,” Tracker says before swiping his tongue through my slit while sinking a finger deep inside my pussy.
My mind goes into overdrive with the mind-blowing pleasure from the touch of his mouth and his fingers working their magic. As the first orgasm hits me unexpectedly, I scream out his name. Tracker doesn’t relent instead he pulls his finger from inside my pussy and grips my thighs as he dives his tongue in and begins to devour me. The next orgasm he gives me has me seeing stars.
By the time Tracker releases my pussy from his torturous mouth, I don’t think I can even stay awake for him to continue and I really do want him to fuck me with his dick after that experience.
“I could eat your pussy all damn day, but I need to be inside you right now,” Tracker growls as he guides his dick to my entrance and sinks deep inside me.
“James,” I cry as my back arches.
“That’s right, baby, scream my name,” Tracker groans as he keeps a steady rhythm. “I want to feel you come all around my cock.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I pant.
“You will, Victoria. By the time we’re done tonight, it will be morning and you’ll know who you belong to. Who owns your body,” Tracker declares as he lifts my legs placing them on his shoulders and begins to plow into my pussy.
With each thrust he gives me, they become more forceful. Just as I think I can’t take anymore, Tracker moves a hand between the two of us and with one flick of my clit I explode. I feel as if I were floating through the stars that fill my vision as Tracker stills within me and calls out my name as he comes.
As we both try to catch our breaths, Tracker lowers my legs and leans over me to take my mouth. Releasing my mouth, he holds my gaze. “As I said, I own you, baby, same as you do me. No more fuckin’ around.” he murmurs.
Did he just say what I think he did?
I own him as much as he does me.
Does that mean I'm the only one he wants?
God, I hope so. Because this man is the only one I’ve ever wanted. If it goes back to the way it was before when he hated me, I wouldn’t be able to survive it.
I’d have to shut down my emotions the way I was shown. Raven made sure I knew everything I needed to get through life and shutting down emotions is one of those.
Chapter Twelve
Tracker
Waking up to the sun blinding the hell out of me normally would piss me off. I hate that shit more than anything else. Well, besides waking up not knowin’ what the hell I did the night before.
Thank fuck I know exactly what I did last night into the early hours this morning and with who. Grinning, I lift my head to see what time it is. Damn, it’s too fuckin’ early. I don’t ever get out of bed before ten unless I’m on a job.
Laying back down, I reach for Victoria, only to find her side of the bed empty. I jump out of bed and grab a pair of shorts out of my bag before going in search of my woman. Fuck, I love the sound of calling Vi mine.
As I step out of the room, I can hear a noise coming from the hall bathroom.
What the fuck?
It sounds like someone puking their guts out.
Opening the door, I feel like shit seeing Vi on the floor with her head in the toilet. I quickly move in, pulling her hair away from her face and run a hand down her back.
“Go away,” she groans.
“Not happenin’, Sweetness,” I say. After having tasted her over and over last night, I decided on exactly what I’d call her from now on.
“Ugh, just go. You don’t need to see this,” she mutters miserably.
“Not repeating myself, Vi. How long have you been dealing with this?” I ask her.
“Just the last couple of days,” she says as she sits back.
Standing up, I grab the washcloth hanging next to the sink and wet it before squatting down in front of Victoria.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, taking the wet cloth from my hand. “You didn’t have to come in here.”
“It’s my kid in you, means we’re in this together, Sweetness,” I say as I stand and move over to her to pick her up off the floor. Carrying her in my arms, I realize just how small she is. I need to put some weight on her.
“Just because we’re having a baby doesn’t mean you have to treat me special.” I snap my gaze to hers as I head in the direction of our bedroom.
“You still don’t get it, do you, Vi?” I growl, laying her on the bed.
“What’s there to get? You saying something doesn’t prove anything’s changed. Actions speak louder than words. What’s to say if I go back home with you, you’ll stay faithful to me? I don’t want to have to be worrying about whether or not I come out of the office and see you with a bitch in your lap. That is if I still have a job,” she mutters bitterly.
Staring down at this woman, I try my hardest not to lash out in anger. She doesn’t deserve it, not when she’s simply speaking her fears. At least she’s vocalizing them rather than keeping them balled up until we have a shit ton of problems later on with trust issues.
“Look, Vi, I can’t promise I’ll change overnight on a lot of things, but when I said I own you as much as you do me, I meant every last word. I wouldn’t joke around about something that involves a relationship. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever had one in my thirty-seven years of life,” I say, taking a deep breath.