Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club)

by Chantal Fernando

  “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.

  TWENTY-THREE

  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.

  “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 co
mforting 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.”