Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Nah,” Spec said will all the confidence in the world. “That wasn’t because she was worried about Dante. She was worried about you. Guarantee, your girl’s got a bloodthirsty side. She’ll be down.”
Tracker looked to Curly, who grunted in agreement.
“Well, shit,” he said. “I thought she was horrified by what we were going to do.”
“Don’t you know your own woman, brother?” Spec asked as he gave Tracker a shove.
“No, I do. I just…”
“You got in your own way,” Curly said.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Well, knock that shit off, man,” Spec said. “You got yourself a good one. Do what I did and lock that shit down.”
That had Curly and Tracker busting up laughing. Spec hated Liv on sight and wasted weeks being a dick to her when he could have been giving her his dick. “Whatever you say, oh wise one.”
“Damn straight.”
The fence around Curly’s house came into view a few minutes later. With each step they took, Tracker’s anticipation ramped up until he had to hold himself back from running to Jo.
Were his brothers right? Was she in there waiting for him with the same eagerness and need? Or had he fucked up his chances by fucking up Dante?
Curly waved to Jack, the prospect he’d ordered to sit outside the house before he unlocked the bolted front door. As they strode through the home toward the backyard they had all spent many afternoons in, Brooke and Liv met their men.
“Tracker, Jo’s still out by the pool. I think she needed a minute to collect herself,” Liv said with a wink as she walked straight into Spec’s open arms.
“Thanks.” He didn’t bother with an additional greeting. All he gave a shit about was getting his hands on Jo and finding out how much damage he’d done.
As soon as he stepped onto the large pool area, Jo stood from a lounge chair. They both froze for a fraction of a second, gazes locked. Tracker’s heart stopped beating for one, two, three breaths as they stared at each other.
Then Jo scrambled over the chair next to her and ran toward him, and his heart rate shot up with chest-rattling speed. He met her halfway, crushing her in his embrace. Their mouths met in a hungry, desperate kiss without finesse or patience.
He slid a hand to the back of her scalp, holding her exactly where he wanted her. She tasted of sweetness and wine, an intoxicating blend he considered his new addiction.
With a frustrated moan, she jumped up into his arms. He caught her with a forearm under her firm ass as she wound her legs around him. It seemed as though she felt the same way he did. Close wasn’t close enough. He wanted to crawl in under her skin and plant his flag of ownership.
“Christ, baby,” he said as he tore his mouth away to gulp air. He was seconds away from stripping them down and fucking her on the ground. Witnesses be damned.
“I need you, Tracker,” she whispered against this mouth as she ground herself against him.
He groaned. “I’ll give you every dammed thing you need, Jo. Any time you need it. But first…”
She shook her head and kissed him again. When they broke for air this time, she spoke first. “Don’t apologize. Please don’t apologize. I understand, Tracker. I understand, and I support you. I stand by you. I-I…” She cleared her throat and gripped the edges of his cut. “You have me,” she said, giving him a little shake. “All of me. I know why you did it, and I’m not going to try to stop whatever comes next. Whatever you need to do to keep your family safe, you have my support.”
“Jo…” Did a more perfect woman exist? Hell no, not for him.
He kissed her again. Long minutes passed as they stood outside in the darkness, getting lost in each other.
Eventually, a throat cleared, and they reluctantly ended the kiss. Even in the dim light, Tracker could see the glassy need in Jo’s eyes. They needed to get to a bed and fast so he could spend the rest of the night inside her.
“It’s late,” Curly said in his I’m-in-charge voice. “Take the guest room.”
Tracker looked over his shoulder at his prez.
“It’s on the opposite side of the house, so you’ll have privacy. The bathroom is attached and fully stocked.” He winked and headed into his house.
A giggle followed by a shout, “G’night, you two crazy kids,” came from somewhere near the door.
“Work for you?” Tracker asked the gorgeous woman in his arms.
She nodded. “Yeah. As long as you stay with me.”
He grunted as he walked them both into the house. “Of course, I’m gonna stay with you. How else will I get to hear you moaning my name?”
She shivered in his arms. “Tracker?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Hurry.”
He did as requested and sped through the house. When they reached the guest room, he dumped her on the bed. Her squeak of surprise had him chuckling, but that was the extent of the humor.