Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club) (19 page)

“You’re so beautiful,” he continues, sucking a nipple into his mouth, then releasing it with an audible pop. “Fuck. I remember everything about you. This freckle”—he licks the freckle under my left breast—“I fuckin’ love this freckle.”

I swallow at hearing the word
love
pour from his lips.

He kisses me again, deeply and passionately, and it’s not long before I’m coming for the second time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, breathing heavily, lost in wave after wave of ecstasy.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mutters as I squeeze myself around his cock. I ignore the smug satisfaction in his eyes as my body goes limp.

When his rhythm instantly changes to quicker, shorter thrusts, I know he’s ready to come.

I dig my nails into his back, because I remember that he always liked that.

He comes, first looking at me, then burying his face in my neck, whispering my name.

He stays there, holding me, for a few long seconds.

When he lifts his face, for once his eyes aren’t guarded.

No, they’re soft.

Gentle.

They’re the green eyes of the man I love.

Then, his lips twitch.

“What?” I ask, having no idea what he could find amusing at a time like this.

“Looks like the old Bailey is back, huh?” He tilts his head to
the side, eyes sparkling. “The Bailey who takes what she wants now, then asks questions later.”

I grin at that. “There’s no old or new Bailey. There’s just me. I’ve evolved yes, but I’m still the same.” I pause. “Maybe a little less reckless.”

He laughs at that, chest shaking. “Just a little.”

“Okay,” I agree. “I’m much less reckless. But that’s a good thing.”

He smiles, leans forward, and kisses my mouth, a sweet, chaste kiss.

“What we just did was pretty reckless,” he says against my lips. “Because now you’ve given me a taste of something I want badly but can’t have.”

“Rake—”

“Bailey,” he sighs, then kisses my brow. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

He pulls out of me, and takes care of the condom while I redress and think of what I’m going to say to him. Because I’ve now decided one thing.

I’m all in.

I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but it’s like her pussy just stole away all my stress and lowered my guard along with my pants.

Being with her again, I can’t even express how amazing it was. I haven’t had sex with emotion since her, and after having her again, there is no way I could go back to a meaningless fuck.

What the hell am I going to do? This whole situation is a fuckin’ tragedy, messed-up and confusing. I don’t see a way out, a way to fix what happened with us, but at the same time, I’d give anything to be able to push forward with her.

The thing is, I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve a second chance, I don’t deserve redemption. How can I ever forgive myself? I don’t think I can, and it’s going to eat me alive.

“You’re quiet,” she says, studying my profile from the passenger seat.

“Just thinking,” I tell her, not wanting her to think I regret what just happened. “Do you want to stop anywhere on the way? For some food or something?”

“Should you be driving? You were drinking. . . .”

“I had one drink,” I assure her. “I’d only just started when you came.”

“Okay,” she says simply, taking me at my word. My heart pounds in my chest, because I know that this woman next to me was made for me.

But I can’t have her.

No, teenage me took care of that. Fucker.

H
ERE’S
to being able to leave the house without an escort,” Tia says, clinking her glass of wine with mine. “Although I’m going to miss the man candy around the place.”

I smile and nod, silently agreeing. “Someone will still come around at night to check on us though—Rake’s orders.”

“Oooohh,” Tia coos, wiggling her eyebrows. “What’s the bet that it’s him who comes by tonight?”

“Why would he do that?” I ask innocently, my eyes narrowing slightly.

She stands up and does a vulgar thrusting move with her hips. “Because you so fucked him! And don’t even lie! It’s written all over your glowing, secretive little face!”

I burst out laughing. “Okay, okay. Guilty. Now please stop dancing like that. If Rhett walks in, you’re going to scar your son for life.”

One more hip thrust and then she regains her seat but not her dignity. After Rake and I had sex at Rift, he drove me home.

The car ride with Rake wasn’t awkward, but there were a lot
of unsaid things hovering in the air between us. Questions that I don’t think either of us have the answers for. So we sat in silence, but he did walk me to my door and kiss me softly on the mouth before leaving.

“Seriously, how old are you?” I ask in amusement, shaking my head back and forth.

She flips her blond hair over her shoulder. “Doesn’t matter how old I am—how old do I look?”

I grin at that. “Twenty.”

She flashes me an adoring look. “I love you.”

She’s only twenty-five, but she does look younger.

“Right back at you.”

“How was the sex?” she probes, taking a sip of the red wine, then putting the glass back down.

I look up at the ceiling and sigh. “Fucking amazing.”

Tia cheers.

And for once, I can’t stop smiling.

*   *   *

“Told you,” Tia mouths as Rake walks into my house.

“Rake,” she says, nodding her head at him, which gets her a chin lift in return. “I’m off. I’ll see you tomorrow, Bailey.”

“Yeah, come over for breakfast,” I tell her, kissing both her and Rhett on the cheek. “Good night.”

“’Night, Aunt Bailey!”

They both leave, and Rake and I are now alone in the room.

“Where’s Angel?” he asks, looking around the living room before sitting down on the couch and looking up at me.

“She fell asleep,” I say, sitting down next to him. “I carried her to bed.”

He nods and strums his fingers on his thigh. “We need to talk about what happened yesterday at Rift.”

“Okay,” I say slowly, taking a deep breath. “I liked— No, I loved what happened.”

His head snaps to me. “So did I, Bailey, but fuck. How is this a good idea? And after everything that happened, how could you want to . . . I don’t know what to do right now. My head is all fucked-up. I don’t think you need to be doing this with me right now.”

My lips tighten. “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t need, Rake. I’m the one who came and found you yesterday. I told you I wanted you. I still do.” I pause. “I always have, and I probably always will. It’s just how it is between us. I’m done trying to fight it.”

He opens his mouth to talk, but I continue. “I’m not asking for anything. Can’t we just enjoy each other without worrying about anything and everything? Don’t overthink it. Life is short, just enjoy it.”

With me.

When his expression remains unsure, I press, deciding to take a gamble on how he would react. “I’m a beautiful woman, Rake. I’m not perfect, but I’m worth something and I have needs. If you don’t want to be with me, you need to stand aside completely and watch as someone else takes the place you were always meant to have.”

“I told you what would happen if I saw you with someone,” he growls, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I’m not the same boy you remember, Bailey. I’ve changed over the years, and I don’t know if you can accept me as I am right now, because you’re going to hear some things that you don’t like.”

“You think I haven’t already heard that you’ve fucked your way through the country?” I ask incredulously. “Trust me, it’s the first thing people tell me about you.”

He simply shrugs, not ashamed in the least. “Yeah, there’s that, but other shit too. The last thing I need is to get in deeper with you only to have you run scared later down the line. Because you know what, Bailey, if you become mine, I won’t fuckin’ let you leave. I will keep you, no matter what the fuck I have to do.”

I shiver at the promise in his tone. I don’t really know what to say right now, because I went to him thinking he would only be interested in sex, like he had mentioned before. But somehow, it seems his tune has completely changed. I don’t know why, but I can’t deny the thrill I feel at his words.

“You’re right to be wary,” he continues. “I think you should think it through next time before you walk into a club with the intentions of fucking someone.”

I roll my eyes. “Last time you said we should fuck each other out of our systems so we could move on. I just thought I’d finally take you up on that offer.”

“You were angry with me when I said that, remember?” he says, scrubbing his hand down his face. “Jesus, fuck. What do you want from me? You should know by now there’s no getting each other out of our systems. No matter what we do, or what we say, we’re always in there. Vein-deep.”

Vein-deep.

He’s so fucking right.

He reaches his hand out and takes mine. “With what happened . . . I don’t know if I can do this, Bailey.”

The pain in his voice has me squeezing his hand with mine.
“Now that I have you back in my life, I don’t want to lose you.”

He lifts my hand to his lips, kissing each of my knuckles. “I don’t know what to do, what’s right. But I know that I want you again. And again.”

“Can’t that be enough for now?” I ask in a small, hopeful voice.

He smiles, even though his eyes don’t do the same. “You know I can never say no to you.”

That makes me smile, hearing something he used to always say to me all those years ago. “I was your weakness.”

He barks out a laugh. “You still are.”

We both go silent, studying each other, the air thickening between us. When Rake stands and leads me to my bedroom, I follow him eagerly. Locking the door behind him, he switches the light on, then turns around to face me. I kind of wish he’d kept the light off, so he can’t see my every flaw, the marks on my stomach and my imperfect body, but at the same time, this is me. And he needs to want me as I am, not as I was.

“Undress,” he commands.

I swallow hard. His dominance turns me on, but it also makes me want to push him.

To disobey.

To test him.

He wasn’t commanding like this before, but he was just a boy then.

Now he’s all man.

“And if I don’t?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. “But you will, won’t you? Or you won’t get what you want.”

“And what is it you think I want?” I ask boldly, taking a step
back toward the bed. Rake prowls forward, closing the space between us.

He slides his cut off, placing it on the end of the bed, then pulls his T-shirt up and over him in that sexy way men do, with his arms crossing each other. “You want to be fucked. You want to come. You want me.”

He’s right, of course. I do want all of that.

But I also know that no matter what, he will give it to me.

I check out his perfectly toned body, then look down at his jeans.

“Keep going,” I demand.

Rake raises an eyebrow, his lip twitching in amusement, but he does as he’s told, unbuttoning his jeans, then sliding them down his muscled thighs. He’s left standing in a pair of black boxer shorts, which have me sinking my teeth into my lower lip.

He’s so sexy, it’s unbelievable.

No one will ever compare, no one.

“Undress, Bailey,” he repeats, and this time I listen, sliding the straps off my dress and letting it fall to the floor. I take off my bra, and let it do the same. My hands automatically cover my stomach, without me even realizing it.

“Hands to your sides,” he says huskily. “Do you know how beautiful you are? I don’t care if you have a few marks on your body. You should wear them proudly.”

I drop my hands.

Did he really mean that?

He could get any woman he wanted, but it’s me he’s looking at like that, like he wants to devour me.

“Baby, take those panties off,” he says, licking his lips. “And get on the bed on your stomach.”

I remove my black lace panties, the ones I put on just in case this happened tonight, and get on the bed, lying flat on my tummy, just as he told me.

“Good girl,” he praises, climbing on the bed himself and putting his hands on my hips. “Now get up on your knees.”

I lift up on the bed with my hands and my knees at the same time.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. When I suddenly feel his tongue on me from behind, my whole body jerks. He slaps my ass. “Stay still and let me eat this pretty pussy.”

I stay still.

Biting the pillow and making sounds I don’t think I’ve ever made before, I wait in one place as Rake licks my clit and my center in a rhythm that has me wanting to scream. A few seconds later, I do, my thighs shaking uncontrollably as I come all over his mouth. He holds me in place while ringing the last of the orgasm out of me, until I plead with him to stop. He lets me gently drop on my tummy, then rolls me over and smiles down at me, heat filling his eyes.

“Can’t stop, Bailey.” He kisses my ear, then says, “We’re only just beginning.”