Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(36)

I smile at that.

A few minutes later, when I drive past my house and see a few of the neighbors on my front lawn, I have to wonder what the hell is going on.

“What’s this about?” I ask Vinnie.

He lowers his head to look out the window. “I have no f*ckin’ clue, let’s go and find out.”

He gets out of the car but grabs my arm when I try to walk ahead of him. Rolling my eyes, I walk behind him to the right, until we stop dead.

“What the f*ck?” I hear him mutter, but his voice is filled with humor.

He lets go of my arm and I peer around him. What I see has my jaw dropping open. Rake is on a ladder, shirtless, cleaning out the gutters. All he has on is a pair of dark track pants, outlining his perfect ass. I look from Rake to the women, and then back to Rake. Does he not care that he’s being ogled by women double his age right now?

“Seriously?” I growl, much to Vinnie’s amusement.

Rake climbs down the ladder then and turns, lifting his chin when he sees Vinnie and me. From his face, I look farther down to his smooth chest, his cut abs, and then to the V that leads into his pants.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I notice I can actually see the outline of his penis in the track pants.

Even Vinnie looks away, saying grumpily, “More than I want to see of you, bro.”

“Okay, show’s over,” I say loudly, throwing evil looks at the groupies Rake has attracted. I walk up to the man himself and poke at his chest.

“Seriously?” I hiss.

“What?” he asks. “I did everything on the list.”

I point to the women who were slowly making their way off my grass. I’m sure snails move faster. “Did you not see them watching you and salivating?”

The bastard shrugs. “They’re harmless. Their husbands probably have beer guts and male-pattern baldness.”

My nostrils flare. “Get inside.”

“Why?” he asks, smirking and running his hand down his jaw. “You don’t like them seeing me?”

“Rake,” I say in a deathly quiet voice. “Get inside.”

“Only if you give me a kiss,” he presses, licking his lips.

Is he serious right now? “How about if you don’t go inside, I go inside and kiss the shit out of Vinnie?”

Green eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t.”

I look behind him.

The women were still there, whispering among themselves.

“Please?” I ask, using a softer approach.

He kisses the top of my head, then walks inside, pulling me behind him.

I can’t help it.

I stare at his ass the whole way.

Fuck!

*

“Dude, you and Rake can’t stop staring at each other,” Tia says so only I can hear, glancing around the kitchen.

I am currently having bigger problems than the building sexual tension between Rake and me. “How f*cking hard can it be to make lasagna from scratch?”

I am on my second batch. The top was burned on this one. Vinnie is going to be here in an hour or two and I want his meal ready and waiting.

“Did you do the béchamel sauce?” Tia asks, looking down at the lasagna and scrunching her nose.

I still. “The what sauce? The recipe didn’t say anything about a sauce. What the hell is it?”

Tia giggles and starts opening the cupboard. “I’ll make the sauce. You get everything ready for the third and final batch.”

We finish the meal just in time for Vinnie, Tracker, and Lana to arrive.

“Something smells good,” Tracker says, heading straight for the kitchen.

Lana rolls her eyes, then hugs me. “How have you been, honey?”

She glances at Rake and wiggles her eyebrows.

“Fine,” I tell her, rolling my eyes. “Dinner is ready. Where’s Anna?”

“Arrow has taken her away for a few days,” she says, smiling. “Romantic getaway.”

“As if Arrow knows romance.” Tracker smirks, grabbing a plate and serving himself. “He’ll probably just take her camping and f*ck her in the dirt.”

Rake slaps him on the back of the head. “My sister, *.”

Vinnie grabs a plate, then looks at me when he sees what’s on the menu, shaking his head and smiling wide. “You’re so f*ckin’ cute right now, Bailey, you know that?”

“What . . . the f*ck . . .” Rake growls, his whole body tensing, “did you just say?”

Everyone in the room stops what they’re doing and looks at Rake, a tense silence taking over the easy atmosphere of a few moments ago.

Tracker stops piling food on his plate and looks between the two men. I step between them and put my hand on Rake’s chest. He doesn’t even acknowledge me, gaze still firmly locked on Vinnie in challenge.

“Relax, Rake,” Vinnie says in a calm yet firm tone.

“I wanted to say thanks to him for going around with me while I did my errands the other day, so I made him his favorite meal.”

His body relaxes a little under my palm. “Right, okay.”

Everyone in the room breathes easier; I can actually feel the tension in the air clear up.

“Love the man, love the club,” I hear Tracker mutter, making Rake lift his head and look at me, emotions playing on his face. I look away, not knowing how to react to the intensity coming from him.