Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(46)

He moans, his fingers tightening on my thighs as he continues to worship me with his mouth. I reach my hand down, threading my fingers through his hair and lifting his head up with a tug.

“Please,” I beg, looking him square in the eye. I want him inside me, now. It’s been too long without him. The other men I’ve been with don’t even count anymore because they don’t compare to him in any way or form.

“Fuckin’ hell, Bailey,” he grits out, holding his big, hard cock in his hand, tearing the condom package open with his white teeth and rolling it down his length. He looks at me as he slowly pushes inside of me, and I look back, my heavy-lidded eyes on him the whole time.

When he’s all in me, his mouth slams down on mine the same time he starts f*cking me, one of his hands tugging a handful of my hair, the other softly cupping my cheek. The mixture of the rough and gentle gesture, of his perfect kisses and his cock hitting all the right spots, has me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, the intensity of the moment stealing my breath away. I moan into his mouth, my nipples rubbing against his chest, the added friction having me on the verge of coming again. He removes his hand from my cheek, lifts my legs over his shoulders, pulls me toward him, and reaches down between us to play with my clit as he continues to slide into me, now deep and slow.

“So f*ckin’ perfect,” he says between clenched teeth, green eyes full of lust. “So many things I want to do to you. You have no idea.”

I sure as hell want to find out.

“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 f*ckin’ 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, f*ck, f*ck,” I moan, breathing heavily, lost in wave after wave of ecstasy.

“So f*ckin’ 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.





Rake


I don’t know what the f*ck just happened, but it’s like her * 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 f*ck.

What the hell am I going to do? This whole situation is a f*ckin’ 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.