Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(51)

“Not yet, I’m still—”

“Bailey, now,” he growls into my ear. When I don’t move, he walks in front of me, pulling me by my hand until we reach his room.

“Why the f*ck are you talking to that guy?” he asks as soon as the door is shut. “I told you not to f*ckin’ talk to any of the men. One second you’re sitting with Faye, the next you’re . . .”

He trails off, then looks at me suspiciously, then his eyes widen with realization. He sits down on the bed and pulls me onto his lap. “I wasn’t going to do anything with that woman. I’m not going to f*ck anyone else, Bailey, not while we’re . . . whatever we are.”

“She had her hand on you,” I say without emotion.

“Yeah, she did,” he agrees, rubbing the back of my neck with his palm. “Look, here’s the truth, all right? I was f*ckin’ her before; I’m not now. I didn’t want to be a dick to her in front of everyone, but I told her that I’m with someone now and I’m not interested.”

I shouldn’t be surprised he was sleeping with her, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I push it aside, because there’s nothing I can do about it, and there’s no point in me reacting over it.

“Okay,” I say, brows furrowing. “I didn’t like seeing her hands on you.”

“I didn’t think anything of it,” he admits, kissing my cheek. “But I should have. I’ll take better care of you. I haven’t been with anyone since you came back into my life, Bailey. Even that night at Rift, I took those two women into the VIP room, but I didn’t touch them. I was watching you on the f*ckin’ cameras, while the two of them danced and drank in the corner. When they tried to touch me, I told them that it wasn’t gonna happen.”

“Really?” I ask, eyes widening.

“Yeah, really. Look, I know we’re still figuring out shit, but I’m not gonna be f*ckin’ anyone else, okay?” He pauses. “And you sure as f*ck won’t be even looking at anyone else.”

“So, we’re exclusive?” I ask, nudging him with my elbow, lightening the mood.

He grins and nods. “Yeah. And I won’t leave your side for the rest of the night, okay? Where are Anna and Lana, anyway?”

“They went for a ride with their men. Faye said she’d stay with me.”

I sink into his body and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Do you want to go for a ride too?” he asks me. “I love having you on the back of my bike.”

I lift my head up, beaming. “Can we? I’d love that.”

I trust Rake, and I know that he’ll keep me safe.

“Yeah, come on, let’s go,” he says, gently pushing forward. “And, Bailey,” he suddenly warns.

“Yeah?” I reply in a small, innocent voice.

“Don’t listen to Faye’s advice again about stuff like this. I love her but she’s . . . well, she’s Faye.”

I hide my smile in his neck.





TWENTY-TWO




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 f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ 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.”