Page 10 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

For some reason, I feel like I’ve known her all my life, not just for one day.Is this what they mean when people saylove at first sight?

I rid myself of those thoughts because it’s stupid thinking. You can’t love someone when you barely know them. Shaking that thought away, her panting increases as I pick up my pace, enjoying every single sigh and moan coming out of her sexy mouth.

Smashing my lips to hers, I piston my hips and then make a circular motion before I withdraw and enter her again. I swallow all her cries and bring one of my hands up to pinch her nipple. She’s close because I feel her pussy squeeze my cock, causing me to almost shoot my load.

Fuck, I’m not going to last.

My hand leaves her full breast. Then I leave it to travel down her body between us and flick her clit.She’s so wet. With my lips still on hers, I rotate my finger around her clit, and she comes. Her nails dig in my back as she screams out her release. Her pussy contracts around me, and I can’t control it, so I come so hard that I see stars behind my eyelids.

Resting my head on her shoulder, I can feel her heartbeat against mine. We are so in sync that it scares me. I’ve never felt this connected to someone as I do with her. I feel shaking underneath me and then I hear a giggle.

I raise myself to look down. “What’s so funny?” I ask, smiling, her giggle contagious.

“I can’t believe this happened. I’ve always thought I wasn’tthatgirl.”

I frown, my cock still inside her.

“You know… sex on the first date.Shit!We didn’t even make it to dinner first.”

We both burst out laughing.

“There’s nothing wrong with having dessert first,” I state, leaning down to kiss her deeply. My cock hardens again, and she pulls back with her eyebrows raised.

“Surely, not again?”

Nodding, I smile. “Oh, yes… again.”

RYAN

Past

My eyes flutter open, and I adjust to the light cascading through the window. The smell of bacon wafts through the room, and I sit up, noticing an empty space where Sophia was last night.

Running my hand over the sheets, I grin, recalling how hard she came—twice. Not to mention the intense orgasm we both shared that came along with it. Her body responded so well to mine, and we came in unison.

I even woke her during the night because I needed to be inside her again. She’s like a drug I can’t get enough of. The problem is that I need to because I must continue my search for Tate. I’m worried he’s gotten mixed up with the wrong people and is into some bad shit.

It can only lead to danger if he’s with a biker club.

Danger that can lead him straight to prison.

Coming back to the present, I think about last night and how dinner was all but forgotten. The sexual chemistry between us took over, and I’ve never craved someone as I did her.

Thinking back…

Riley was the woman I was supposed to marry. Life made sense with her. We both worked for the Bureau. We understood the pressure that came with the job and accepted that some nights we weren’t home to lay beside each other.

We made sense—socializing in the same circles, we lived together, and even had a dog called Max. She was supposed to marry me and take my last name. But those plans changed when one night after great sex, she mentioned she loved her life and wouldn’t want to change a thing.

When I hinted at a future with her and possibly one day getting married and having kids, she scrunched up her face like I had said something vile, and told me that kids were definitely off the table.

I couldn’t believe the woman I’d been dating for three years never mentioned she didn’t want to get married or have kids. I guess it was my fault for never asking. I assumed with how she would play with her nieces and nephews that she would one day want her own. But when she said that she loved life as it was and life didn’t have to change, I began to imagine life without a wife and kids.

It was something I had always imagined and craved in my future, and a wife and kids were just the beginning.

My father ran out on us for a younger woman when I was two, and Tate was only a few months old. I’d made a promise to myself that one day I would be the best dad there could be and never give up on my children. He’s never tried to contact me since, and I never tried to find him. I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard, but if he was willing to give up on us, then he wasn’t worth the time. Mom had done the best job she could, and I will always love her for that.

After that conversation with Riley, I’d held off proposing, hoping she simply needed time. But I was wrong. I tried to bring up the subject a couple of times in the next year and continued hoping that one day Riley would be wearing the ring I chose for her from Tiffany & Co. But month after month went by, and I realized she would never change her mind, and marriage and children were not in her future.

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