Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(55)

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 f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ color coded, and they’re all wrapped in these little folded balls, like what the actual f*ck,” 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 f*ckin’ 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 f*cking 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!”