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Chapter Seventeen
Tracker
Tonight is Megan’s first club party. The claiming of an old lady is a cause for celebration; hell, most of us will find any reason to throw a damn party.
I pull up to her house with her property jacket in my hand. Seeing this on her, my name on her, I can’t wait. After I lost her, I never imagined that we would be together again. So now that she’s back in my life, you can be damn sure I’m not letting her go again.
When I knock on the door, Megan answers, a huge smile on her face. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me down so her lips can connect with mine. “Took you long enough to get here.”
I pull the jacket out from behind my back and hold it up.
“Ah! I have to say, as much as I hated you when you claimed me without even telling me, this jacket being so hot kind of makes up for some of it.” She slips it on and then turns around to Chrissy. “So, what do you think?”
Chrissy looks past Megan to me. “I think that you need to hurry up and introduce me to my leather-wearing dream man.”
Little does she know that when she gets to the club, she’ll have to beat the brothers off with a stick. Chrissy is gorgeous. She’s no Megan, obviously, but she does have the kind of confidence that the guys will fucking eat up.
“We need to get going.” I jerk my head toward the open door.
“Hell yes!” Chrissy grabs her purse and runs past me to her car. I’ve brought my bike, so she’s going to follow behind.
Megan laughs and shakes her head. “I’m totally going to have to keep an eye on her tonight.”
Having Megan on the back of my bike feels right. Her arms wrapped around me, body pressed close, is something I never want to forget. There is also a sense of pride knowing that people see her there, see her wearing my jacket, on the back of my bike.
We pull into the lot, Chrissy behind us. There are a few guys outside and they call out to me. Rock has his back to us, talking on his phone.
“Who’s that?” Chrissy asks, coming up behind us.
Megan laughs. “Girl, we haven’t even gotten inside yet.”
“I couldn’t care less.” Her eyes go back to Rock. “That is one fine piece of jean-covered ass.”
I watch as he ends his call, tucking his phone away and starting to walk inside.
“Rock.”
He turns. “What’s up, Tracker?” He nods at Megan, and then his gaze stops on Chrissy, his eyes going wide. “And you are?”
“Your next adventure.” She winks at him. “And you’re about to be my greatest mistake.”
The look on Rock’s face is priceless.
“Well, let’s get the fuck to it then.” He grabs her hand and pulls her inside.
Megan’s eyes follow her best friend. “She’s out of her damn mind.”
I pull her close wanting to enjoy being alone with her before we walk inside. “I’m pretty sure she said something like that when you told her you were going to take a chance on me.”
“Nope. She basically told me to go get laid, then hook her up,” she says, throwing her head back with a laugh.
“I knew I liked that girl.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and we walk toward the clubhouse, hearing the telltale signs of a club party: loud music, and smashing glass.
“So what should I expect from tonight?”
“Expect us to only stay a few hours because after that, anyone with an old lady knows to get the hell out of there. The single brothers and the club girls can get pretty rowdy.”
She looks up at me and smiles and I know exactly what she’s thinking. “Trust me, you don’t want to see half the crap that goes on.”
“Oh God.”
