“I’m not saying to the actual club and if you’d let me finish, you’d know that,” I snap pulling out of his arms. Turning to face him, my hands at my waist, “I think Raven’s mom could really help her. She has experience with this kind of thing. People call her a healer and she’s known for healing not only the mind but the spirit,” I say.
Tracker gets a look in his eyes as if he thought I was crazy but knows better than to say something.
“Do you trust me?” I ask him softly.
“Baby, you know I do,” he says, losing the look as he lifts an arm to pull me into him.
Well, as far as my stomach would allow.
“Then trust me when I say Ela can make Tiny whole again,” I say with certainty as I hold Tracker’s gaze.
After a pause he shakes his head and grins down at me. “I’ll talk to Stoney. If he thinks it’s a good idea, then we’ll call Chains. Now onto other matters,” he says as he lifts me bridal style into his arms and carries me to our room.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I giggle.
Laying me down on the mattress, I lean up on my elbows as Tracker straightens and removes his shirt throwing it to the floor. His jeans follow behind falling to the floor. I’d established a rule shortly after getting back from Australia that shoes came off at the door. Which worked out great especially for moments like now.
Easy removal.
“Do you know how much I love you?” he asks, running his hands up my leggings to the waistband.
“No,” I rasp breathlessly, lifting my hips just enough for Tracker to strip me of my bottoms.
“Do you know how much seeing you rounded with my child turns me on?” he asks, his gaze locked on my stomach.
“I think I have a clue,” I say, huskily.
Tracker climbs up on the bed and removes my shirt before rolling me to my side. Looking over my shoulder, I take in his grin as he runs a hand along my body.
“I want you to marry me Victoria. To be not only my ol’ lady but my wife. I love you so fuckin’ much that I don’t think I could ever live without you in my life. You stole my heart a long time ago and I was an asshat for being the way I was toward you. I can’t go back in time and change the way I acted, however I swear to fuckin’ God I will do everything in my power to keep you happy. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it for the rest of our fuckin’ lives baby, I own you as you own me,” Tracker says, spreading my legs enough to sink inside me slower than he’s ever taken me.
“James,” I moan, arching my body into his.
“Who owns you baby?” he rasps, his voice thick with lust.
“You do James.”
“That’s right, Sweetness. I do and I’ll cherish you until my last breath,” he murmurs.
With that he slams inside of me sending me into an earth-shattering orgasm to end all orgasms.
Tracker pulls out and rolls us until I’m straddling him. Sliding back inside me, I start a pace trying to find my rhythm. I’ve never been comfortable with this position but the way he runs his hands along my body, tweaking my nipples, makes me feel sensual.
“Ride me, baby,” he commands, gripping my hips.
Meeting his gaze, my breath hitches at the pure love in his eyes.
I hold his stare as he takes over thrusting up into my pussy sending me into another orgasm as he comes groaning my name.
Collapsing on top of him he rolls us to our sides almost immediately.
“Marry me, Sweetness?” he asks, cupping the side of my face tenderly.
“You know I will. You own me, James,” I murmur, closing my eyes and falling asleep with Tracker still deep inside me.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Tracker
“Brother, I think you need to get in the ring with someone. Release some of your frustrations,” Stoney suggests after walking into my office to find me throwing my phone across the room. I’d just gotten off the phone with Chains, who had nothing to update me with.
Those fuckers were in the wind.
It’s been three days since Victoria made her suggestions and I hadn’t spoken to anyone about it just yet. My hands have been full trying to keep everything under control and I wasn’t trying to worry about something else.
It’s not easy when it means juggling shitstorm after shitstorm. Add finding these fuckers and making sure my ol’ lady doesn’t do something stupid on top of it. Yeah I’d say I’ve about hit my limit.
Doesn’t help the situation that Stoney’s been in his own fucked up mood and highly short tempered recently.
“I’m good,” I snap meeting his glare.
“Bullshit,” he sneers, getting in my face.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I glower, standing nose to nose with my Prez.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he mutters. “You need to get your ass under control before you do something stupid.”
“Me? What about your ass? I’m not the only one here that’s been in a foul mood. You’ve been more of an asshole to everyone around. And don’t think any of us haven’t noticed the tension between you and Rachel,” I snarl, becoming more pissed with him by the minute. Thinking of all the fucked-up things that could be the cause.
“What’s going on between my ol’ lady and me ain’t your concern, VP,” he grinds out through clenched teeth as he steps back and lifts his hands to grip his hair.
Taking in his expression, I get the feeling this goes beyond him and my cousin.
“That’s where you're wrong Prez. Rachel’s my cousin and I won’t put up with her being hurt in any way. She’s been through enough fuckin’ shit in her life to deal with more. On top of that she’s pregnant and doesn’t need the added stress of you being a dick,” I growl, taking a step back myself.
“I fuckin’ know she’s pregnant fucker. She’s my god damn wife and the only one I’ve allowed in my heart besides family, now things are fucked up beyond belief. I don’t know how to fuckin’ fix something when I don’t know the facts,” he yells.
Furrowing my brows I try to understand what the hell he’s talking about. Fix what?
“What are you talking about?” I ask. Not even wanting to get on the subject of him calling Rachel his wife. They’d gotten married without anyone being there to see while we were still in Louisiana.
“Boss,” he sneers.
“What about her?” My gut twists at the mention of the Prez of the Iron Vex MC. She and Stoney can’t stand each other yet put shit aside to become allies. Only she fucked it up by going behind our backs to get information instead of working with us. Plus, they also fucked a couple times and that I think is something that fucks with my Prez’s head.
Boss is a strong-willed woman who gets what she wants, taking no prisoners and if you think about it looks similar to Rachel with their skin tones and long dark hair.
“She’s got a kid,” he states.
“So what?” I ask, dreading his answer.
“Rachel saw a picture on Ricochet's phone and said the kid looked just like me,” he mutters, falling back on the couch behind him.
“Fuck me,” I say exhaling a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.