Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club) (22 page)

“You say no and everything stops,” he says, kissing my mouth gently, his warm hands roaming down my body.

“I’m not going to say no,” I say breathily. “I love you being in control.”

He kisses across my jawline. “You smell so good. Like orange. You fuckin’ tortured me tonight making me wait to be alone with you.”

“It was my first party,” I say on a moan, as he starts paying attention to my nipples.

“And it won’t be your last,” he says against my skin. “Everyone loves you.”

His stubble against my skin, the roughness, feels so damn good. I pull on the binds, wanting to touch him so badly, but knowing I can’t turns me on even more. I squeeze my thighs together, wanting—no, needing—any type of friction. It seems Rake is going to draw out my pleasure tonight, even though I’m so wet he could slide into me without even touching me.

“Stay still,” he growls playfully, biting down on my nipple.

I hiss at the pain but then groan as he soothes it with his tongue. He reaches down to expertly play with my clit as he continues to tease me with his mouth, then looks me straight in the eye and commands, “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“But,” I gasp, knowing the second he touched me I would be on the verge. “Rake—”

“Bailey,” he growls, spreading my thighs and kissing down my stomach, over my stretch marks. I can’t even move my arms to cover them, distract him, or push him away.

“Rake—”

He moves down me, nibbling the inside of my thigh. “Stay still, Bailey, or I won’t give you what you need.”

I suck in air, making my body stay still, giving up control to him. There’s no point feeling shy, or even thinking at all. I can just feel, and trust Rake, because I know he will never do anything that I don’t like.

“Hmmmm, good girl,” he hums his approval when I let my body relax, giving in to him. “You smell so good, Bailey. I can’t wait to have my mouth on you. But first I want to make sure that you’re ready for me.”

I was ready.

So ready.

And he knew it.

I decide to keep quiet, biting my bottom lip as Rake continues to kiss the inside of my thighs, his stubble rough on me, one hand gripping underneath my knee, the other still on my lower stomach. After hat feels like hours but is probably only seconds, he finally lowers his face to my pussy, so close that I can feel his breath on me, but not touching.

“Babe,” I choke out. “Please.”

“Hmmmm, I like you calling me that,” he says, not lifting his head. “Maybe I’ll reward you.”

His tongue peeks out and swipes through my folds, tasting me. He makes a deep sound in the back of his throat before he grips my ass with his hands and buries his face in my pussy, exploring every inch of me.

I cry out.

He doesn’t stop, but instead licks my clit in short, quick strokes, which have me whispering his name like a prayer.

“Rake, I’m going to come,” I manage to say.

He stops.

I feel like crying.

“Not yet,” he says huskily, moving up to lick my extremely sensitive nipples.

“I need to come,” I whisper brokenly.

“Wait, Bailey,” he demands. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

I nod, close my eyes, and try to think of anything except what he’s doing to me.

Apples.

Strawberries.

Oranges.

Fuck, I can’t.

“I need to come,” I plead, opening my eyes, on the verge, so damn close.

I don’t know what he hears in my tone, but he looks at my face, nods, then returns to pleasuring me with his mouth.

I come the second he licks my clit, my body shaking, pleasure filling me, overriding my system.

So damn good.

Rake keeps his mouth on me, prolonging my orgasm as
much as he can, until it’s too much, too sensitive, and I beg him to stop.

I gulp air greedily, panting.

Probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

Fuck.

I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that.

“Are you on the pill?”

I nod.

“I got tested when you first came back, and I’m clean.” He pauses. “I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

I lick my bottom lip. “Okay. I want to feel you.”

He groans and straddles me.

My thighs are still trembling as he slides inside of me, making me moan some more as he fills me with his big, hard cock. I lift my hips to move in time with his deep, hard thrusts, so greedy for him, wanting him to give me everything he has and more.

I can take anything he has to offer, because I was made for him.

“Love being inside you,” he rumbles, staring down at me. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Bailey.”

I open my mouth to reply, but no words come out, so he just grins and kisses my lips.

“I want us to come at the same time,” he says, tracing his lips down my neck. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

He slides into me a few more times, his hips hitting just the right spot at just the right angle.

“I’m ready,” I whimper. “I’m going to come.”

“Come now,” he says, then covers my lips with his again.

I come, and so does he.

I can’t even describe how amazing it feels. Not just the amazing
sex, but the emotion too. He kisses my forehead, and my lips once more before he unties me, rubs my wrists, and kisses each one in turn.

“How was that?” he asks, pulling me onto him, my breasts resting against his chest. “Did you like it? Are you sure you were okay with it?”

He rubs my back, as if comforting me.

“Amazing,” I reply in all honestly. “I loved it, Rake. I was fine with it—just like I told you I’d be.”

His green eyes smile down at me. “You like to play, baby?”

I lick my dry lips. “I guess I do.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, then says louder, “That was me breaking you in, Bailey. There’s so much more I want to do with you, explore with you.”

“I trust you,” I whisper, staring at his lips.

He lowers his head and kisses me.

A soft, sweet, gentle kiss.

A kiss that makes me fall in love with him all over again.

*   *   *

When I wake up from my nap, I open my eyes and see Rake sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me.

“’Morning,” I mumble, wondering how long I’d been sleeping for.

I sit up and watch as he stands, a glint in his eye that makes me want to squeeze my thighs together.

“I want you on your knees in front of me,” he demands, our eyes connected.

I swallow hard at his tone, my nipples pebbling.

“Now, Bailey.”

I slide off the bed and get down on my knees. I do everything he demands from me, and I love every second.

*   *   *

Vinnie walks into the kitchen, face scrunched in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, making Rake look up from the big bowl of pasta he’s devouring.

Vinnie opens his mouth, closes it, and then mutters, “I’m having déjà vu.”

“What’s going on?” Rake asks, still relaxed and shoveling food into his mouth.

Vinnie licks his lips, then says, “Faye broke into my room. And cleaned it. It’s spotless. The condom drawer was organized by expiration date.”

Rake starts choking, so I slap at his back while still eyeing Vinnie. “So she has a little OCD, so what? At least your room is clean. I’m sure you’ll be happy in the long run that none of the condoms will be out of date.”

“My sock drawer is now fuckin’ color coded, and they’re all wrapped in these little folded balls, like what the actual fuck,” he continues.

I roll my eyes. “That’s what you’re meant to do to them. So you don’t have to search for the matching sock.”

“Who actually wears matching socks?” Vinnie asks, looking pretty grumpy.

Rake starts laughing, obviously having gotten over the choking. “Fuck, does Sin know?”

Vinnie shrugs his shoulders, expression turning to amusement. “I have no idea. So it’s not just me fuckin’ thinking this?”

I look between the men. “What are you two on about?”

Irish storms into the kitchen at that moment. “Faye just interrupted me fucking to clean under my bed. Under my bed! Where is Sin?”

Tracker and Arrow then walk into the kitchen. Tracker looks around the room and smiles slowly. “Faye is being a psycho again. She’s so knocked up!”

Ohhhh.

Faye’s pregnant?

They knew that just because she was cleaning all of their rooms? Seems odd to me, but I’m new here, so what do I know.

Faye is next to walk into the kitchen, holding a broom.

“Is there a meeting in here I wasn’t invited to?” she asks, wrinkling her nose. “Who are we bitching about? Is it the woman Irish was having sex with? Because I don’t know how she walks with those gigantic boobs either.”

Irish scowls, his intimidating look probably scaring most women but not Faye.

“Does she float or sink in water?” Faye asks him, grinning at her own joke.

“Does Sin know?” Tracker asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Know what?” she replies, lawyer face now on, giving away nothing.

Tracker points to her stomach. “That you’re pregnant?”

Faye gasps, free hand going to her stomach. “What the hell! How did you guys all know? Did Sin tell everyone already? I only told him this morning!”

We all look at the broom in her hand.

She looks at it too, then drops it to the ground like it’s on
fire. “Damn it! I was going to make an announcement on the weekend in a super cute way!”

The men all walk over and hug her, even Arrow, who I almost never see touching anyone besides Anna. I find it really sweet. I get up and hug her too. “Congratulations. Is Clover excited to be a big sister?”

Faye lets go of me and smiles happily. “She is. She wants a baby brother she can boss around.”

“She’s probably seen the way you act in the clubhouse,” Vinnie jokes, wrapping Faye from behind and kissing her on top of her head.

“Very funny,” Faye returns, shaking her head in amusement. “I’m going to finish cleaning and then head home.”

“No locked rooms, Faye,” Arrow says, narrowing his gaze. “Or do we need another intervention?”

The men all chuckle at that.

Faye rolls her eyes and purses her lips, but the glint in her eyes gives away her amusement. “Fine, no locked rooms. Arrow, your room isn’t locked right now though.”

She jogs off.

Arrow stalks behind her.

Rake looks to me, then to the door Faye just vacated.

“Do you remember if I locked my door?”

One month later

I
’M
hungry, Adam,” I hear Cara tell Rake, making me stop in the doorway to observe the two of them. They’re both sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon.

“What do you want to eat, Angel?” he asks her, looking down and studying her.

“Out of anything in the world?” I hear my daughter ask. “Or from our kitchen?”

Rake chuckles at that and seems to consider. “How about, for now, from the kitchen, but tomorrow I’ll get you whatever you feel like from out in the world.”

Cara nods her little head and says, “Okay, deal. How about strawberries dipped in chocolate?”

I grin at her request.

“Isn’t that a dessert?” Rake asks slowly, shifting in his seat.

Cara simply shrugs. “Strawberries are fruit. Fruit is healthy.”

“Are there some already made up in the fridge?” Rake sounds hopeful.

“No, you gotta make it, Adam,” Cara says, sighing in exasperation.
“I know how, but I need an adult to supervist me or I’ll get in trouble.”

“Supervist? Oh, you mean supervise.” Rake chuckles, body shaking in amusement. I hear him mutter
supervist
under his breath again in humor.

“That’s what I said.” Cara sniffs, standing up and holding her hand out to Rake. “Come on.”

Rake stares at her tiny hand, then places his over it.

My throat tightens at the sweetness of the gesture. I step back into the hallway as the two of them make their way to the kitchen. Cara opens the fridge and points to the strawberries, which are just out of her reach. Rake lifts her up so she can grab them herself. She puts them on the table, then gets the chocolate out of the cupboard and hands it to him.

“We need to melt the chocolate,” she says, pointing to the microwave. I decide to step in and save a confused-looking Rake, who keeps glancing at the chocolate, then the microwave. I walk into the kitchen and take the chocolate out of his hands, opening the packet and tipping it into a bowl.

“I got this, Rake,” I say, grinning widely. “No need to hurt yourself.”

Rake playfully grabs me by the waist from behind and pulls me back against him. “I don’t usually spend much time in the kitchen,” he admits.

“No, really?” I say sarcastically, shimmying out of his reach with a smile. “Do you want some too, babe?”

“I do,” he says, looking down at Cara. “And if Angel loves it so much, I want to know how to make them for her.”

Why did he have to be so sweet sometimes? It makes me
want to jump on him and kiss the crap out of him, but I can’t do that with Cara watching.

The last month with him has been amazing. We’ve done a lot of talking, trying to be open and honest every time the past rears its ugly head. It’s not easy, but like Lana said, nothing worth it ever is. And I’ll fight for him until my last dying breath,