Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club) (21 page)

I
SHOULD
be a matchmaker,” Faye tells me when I return to my seat after our ride. Rake sits down next to us and flashes Faye an unimpressed look.

“What?” she asks innocuously. She even bats her eyelashes. “Nothing wrong with some innocent casual conversation.”

Rake shakes his head. “Sin deserves a medal. He’s a fuckin’ saint.”

“Hey,” Faye says, sounding offended. “He’s the lucky one. I’m a catch, and everyone here knows it.”

Sin walks over just as she finishes her sentence. “’Course you are,” he says simply. “Now, come show your man some attention instead of planting any more terrible ideas in Bailey’s head.”

“You saw that, did you?” Faye grimaces, wrinkling her nose. “Who is that guy anyway? I’ve never seen him before and he’s a total babe.”

“You should see his eyes close up,” I add, sighing dreamily. “The lightest blue I’ve ever seen. Like the oceans of some tropical paradise. Like—”

“We get it, Bailey,” Rake growls, tugging on one of my curls.

Sin slaps Rake’s back affectionately, as if to say
Good luck
, and then all but drags his wife inside.

I see Faye wave to Demon, who shakes his head in amusement.

“Unless you want him to get his ass kicked, I suggest you stop looking at him,” Rake says in a neutral tone, but his green eyes are hard and dead serious.

I roll my eyes but don’t look in his direction again. “You aren’t drinking?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Need to be sober for tonight.”

“What’s tonight?” I ask dubiously, not liking the glint that just entered his eyes.

“We fuckin’ tonight?” he asks crudely, gently rubbing his finger along my collarbone.

“Ummm, yeah?”

Well, I sure hope so.

“Then I’m not drinking,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I can’t wait to be inside you. Maybe we should just leave now.”

“Not yet,” I find myself saying. “I haven’t even eaten yet, and the barbecue smells good.”

“Come on,” Rake says, standing up and offering me his hand. “Let’s feed you then.”

We walk hand in hand up to where the prospects are at the grill along with a few of the women. Tracker, Lana, Arrow, and Anna return from their ride and join us for eating and drinking.

“Look at you,” Tracker teases, eyeing my boots. “Lana, you need to get a pair of ‘fuck me’ boots like these.”

Lana and I share an amused look, because the boots are actually hers—I’m just borrowing them for the night.

“I’ll get right on that,” she replies, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around him.

When I see Amethyst, the girl I first went to Rift with, hanging on to one of the bikers, I look away, hoping she doesn’t see me. I never saw her again after that night, although she messaged a few times asking if I wanted to go out again. In one of the messages, she said she’s dating a biker and wanted to know if I wanted to go to one of their parties. It must be the man she left with that night. She didn’t even check to see if I made it home or was dead in a ditch somewhere, and there is no way I want to be friends with someone like that.

“Who’s the guy that girl is with?” I ask Anna discreetly, nodding my head toward Amethyst.

“That’s Pill,” Anna replies, watching them. “He prospected here but then left to the Channon chapter. I haven’t really spoken to him before but heard he’s pretty shady. Why?”

“I just kind of know that girl is all. She’s the one I came to Rift with that night when I first saw you. I haven’t seen her since though, and I kind of don’t want to,” I admit, grimacing.

And Channon? What a small world, since that’s where Cara’s dad lives. A feeling of unease spreads through me at that thought, as her dad is the last person I’d want to see.

“I’m glad you’ve upgraded your friends,” Anna says with a straight face.

“Me too.” I laugh. “Then again, if she didn’t take me out with her that night, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now with you guys.”

Anna holds up her drink. “To fate!”

Everyone cheers.

Irish, Vinnie, Ronan, and Trace join us at our table. When
Vinnie brings a handful of shot glasses and two bottles, one gin and one whiskey, I can tell the night is going to get a little crazy.

When those bottles are empty in just a few minutes, I
know
it’s going to get crazy. Lana and I head into the kitchen to get more alcohol, and she makes me a vodka tonic.

I take a sip and tell her I like it. I’ve never tried tonic before, and I didn’t think I would like it.

“Told you,” she says, making herself a gin and tonic and putting a slice of cucumber in it.

“Cucumber?”

“Yeah,” she says. “It gives it a fresh taste. I really like it.”

She then shoves one of the extra slices in her mouth. “How’re things with Rake? You two look really cute and couple-like.”

I take a sip of my drink before I reply. “I have no idea what’s going on, neither of us do, but I’m just enjoying the now. I like being with him. I’m trying to forget the past shit and move forward, you know? I don’t want to keep looking back forever; it doesn’t help or fix anything. Time to let it all go and move forward.” I pause. “And I’m really, really enjoying the sex.”

We both share a cheeky grin.

Lana eyes me, opens her mouth, then closes it.

“What?” I ask, knowing she wants to ask something.

“It’s just . . . I’ve heard a few things about Rake in bed. Are they true?” she asks, her cheeks flushing a little.

“What have you heard?” I ask, leaning my hip against the kitchen countertop.

“Just that he has a thing for tying women up, binding their hands and stuff,” she says, shrugging. “Also that he can be kind of dominant and generally has more than one—”

Vinnie walks up to us, interrupting the discussion and whatever Lana was about to say.

“How many women does it take to get the alcohol from the kitchen?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“How many?” Lana asks, raising an eyebrow and silently daring him to continue.

“More than two, clearly,” he says, grabbing a bottle in each hand. Lana eats another slice of cucumber, and Vinnie opens his mouth, silently asking for one. She pops it in his mouth, and he chews slowly. “Having a good time tonight, Bails?”

Looks like another nickname was catching on in the club.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding my head. “I think because I’ve already spent time with so many people here, it’s actually pretty cool.” I make a face. “Besides the women trying to get my man.”

Vinnie grins wolfishly. “Your man, hey? This shit official now?”

Warmth rushes up my neck. “Well, no, but you know . . .”

“No, I don’t,” he says, clearly enjoying watching me squirm. “Why don’t you tell me?”

Tracker walks into the kitchen at that moment, eyeing the three of us. “Alcohol, people, we need alcohol. The crowd is getting impatient.”

“How many bikers does it take to get the alcohol from the kitchen?” I ask, smirking into my drink.

When Arrow walks into the kitchen, Lana and I share an amused look. “Three so far.”

My eyes widen as Arrow grabs a bottle, opens it and drinks straight from it.

No chaser, no glass, no nothing.

I glance at Tracker with wide eyes, but he just shrugs. “Told you people were getting impatient.”

We all walk back to the table and reclaim our seats. A pretty redhead sits on Vinnie’s lap, a blonde on Irish’s. Trace’s old lady, Jess, comes and chats with us for a little while, and I instantly like her. Rake continuously touches me throughout the night, even if it’s just his hand resting next to mine. I like the fact that he’s being attentive, asking me if I want anything, and if I’m all right. I feel a little awkward when Vinnie and his woman start making out and her top slides down, showing off her breasts. She doesn’t bother fixing herself, and when Vinnie starts rubbing his hands all over them, I look away and don’t look back again.

A seriously cute guy named Zach, another man from the Channon charter of the Wind Dragons, has a few drinks with us. He’s extremely charismatic and has all the women charmed.

“Zach,” Tracker calls out jokingly when he spots him talking to Lana. “Go back to Channon!”

Zach throws his head back and laughs. “But the women here are so beautiful. Maybe I’ll transfer.”

Someone throws an empty cup at him.

A fight breaks out between two men, and Rake and Arrow jump in to break it up, while Tracker stands in front of us as if to protect us in case any men go flying in our direction. I love that about the men. Each protects his own woman plus their brothers’ women, as if it’s instinct, no thought required. It’s just who they are and who they want to be as members of this club. Even though being involved with Rake brought danger, I’ve also never felt so protected and safe. I know he and his brothers would do anything to keep Cara and me safe. I have complete faith in them.

“It’s not a party without a fight,” Tracker comments, looking completely relaxed as if this was the norm. “Lana, are you paying attention to their fighting technique?” he asks, sounding both amused and proud.

“Yeah, and the blond guy could really use some time in the ring,” Lana responds, studying the men.

Tracker laughs and wraps her in his arms.

Faye returns and tells everyone she wants to take a group photo. Those men who balk at the idea take one look at Sin’s face and change their minds. Rake lifts me into his arms for the photo, carrying me bride-style. The more time I spend with him, the more open and playful he gets.

“Baby, we done here?” Rake whispers into my ear when the photos are over, nibbling on the lobe. “You’ve spoken to everyone, can we fuck now? I need some attention too, you know.”

I purse my lips together, trying not to smile.

Rake being a little needy with me? Yeah, I like that. A lot.

Too much.

“Okay, let me say ’bye to the girls,” I tell him, kissing his jaw. “All right?”

I stand up and he slaps my ass. “Hurry up.”

I hurry.

He throws me over his shoulder and carries me back to his room.

I
’M
lying on the bed naked, watching Rake as he walks bare-chested around the room. There’s an intensity about him that has me curious, almost like there’s something different about tonight. I hope it’s because he’s going to explore his other side with me, the one all the other women have alluded to. I saw the rope in his cupboard that day, but he’s yet to use it with me, and I’m left to wonder why. If he’s into that, why wouldn’t he want to do it with me? To be honest, the thought excites me. I trust Rake with everything I have, and he’s the only one I’d ever try new things with.

He slides his jeans down and kneels on the bed. I take in his powerful body, his heavy eyes, and his piercings and compare him to who he was as my high school boyfriend. He’s changed so much, but it’s still him. That spark in him that ignites something deep inside me will never go away, drawing me to him from the inside out.

“Going commando are we?” I ask, checking him out from head to toe.

He strokes his cock and plays with his lip ring with his
tongue. “Any requests?” he asks, eyes roaming over my body. “I think I want to go down on you, make you come twice, then let you ride me as I watch those tits jiggle.”

I sit up, then get off the bed and walk to the cupboard. I open it and stare at what’s inside.

“What are you doing, Bailey?” he asks, quickly getting up and standing behind me.

“Making my request,” I tell him, taking out the same length of rope I picked up the day he came to stay at my house.

“Bailey—”

“I hear all these things about what you like to do with other women . . .” I try to explain. “But why won’t you do them with me?”

He spins me around to face him and lifts my chin up with his thumb and index finger. “After what happened to you, I don’t think it’s a good idea. You were basically stuck in your own body, why would you want to be bound?”

I nod, understanding how he’d come to that conclusion. “I don’t go back there anymore, Rake. And with you, there’s no way I would. You don’t need to coddle me. I’m not going to break.”

He takes the rope from my hands. “I’d love to tie you up and fuck you. I just don’t know . . . I mean, yeah, I really want to do it to you.”

“Then let’s do it,” I tell him. “The past has no place here. It’s just me and you.” I eye the rope. “So you want to bind my hands?”

I feel myself getting damp at the thought of being under his control.

He nods, eyes dark and hungry, patiently waiting for me to make my decision, even though I already have.

I hold out my hands to him, silently letting him know that I’m completely sure about this.

He takes both my wrists in one hand, then lifts them above me and ties them to the headboard. When I’m secured, he peers down at me, the heat in his green eyes making my nipples pebble.

I’m curious as to why he likes doing this, but I’m almost sure it’s because of his need for control. He used to pin my arms down when he was making love to me, raising them above my head, or sometimes he would pin me down with his weight. He clearly gets turned on from being dominant.