Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(66)

“Open your mouth,” he commands, and I open it eagerly. He comes closer, and I take his cock in my hand, licking the head once, then sucking it into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, eyes darker than usual. “Take me in as far as you can.”

I slide his length into my mouth, going as deep as I can, then bobbing my head as I suck him in and out, hollowing my cheeks.

“Fuck,” he grits out as I pleasure him, taking him to the back of my throat, as far as I’m able to without my gag reflex kicking in. He gathers my hair and wraps it around his wrist, tugging my head back and looking me straight in the eye. “I want to come in your mouth.”

I moan and pull back. “Do it.”

“I give the commands here,” he says huskily, sliding back into my mouth. I gently cup his balls in my hand and massage them, just the way I know he likes it, while sucking his huge cock. I then move my right hand to the base of him, working the bottom while my mouth takes care of the rest.

“Yes, just like that,” he says gutturally. “I’m going to come, baby.”

I heed his warning, sucking a little harder until he comes.

I swallow everything, then lick the head of him once more before letting go of him completely.

“Now get on the bed and spread your thighs for me.”

I do as he says, excitement coursing through my veins. Still dressed, I lie back.

“Lift that pretty dress up,” he says, getting on the bed himself.

I lift my dress up, showing off my red panties.

“Hmmmm. Put your hand inside them. I want you to play with yourself while I watch.”

I slip my hand inside, looking at Rake and waiting for further instruction.

“Slide one finger in,” he says, licking his bottom lip. “That’s right, just like that. Now I want you to pull it out, and use the wetness to play with your clit.”

I work my clit with my finger, my breathing getting heavier.

“Now pull your panties off completely,” he suddenly says, holding on to my ankle with his right hand and spreading my thighs farther apart. I lift my hips and slide them down my thighs. When they get to my knees, Rake pulls them down the rest of the way.

I lie there in broad daylight with my legs spread wide while he stares at the most intimate part of me, yet for some reason I don’t feel shy. This is Rake, and I trust him implicitly.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, our gazes now locked.

“So now you’re asking me?” I joke, smiling at him playfully. Feeling bold, I run my hands over my breasts through the thin cotton. “I want your mouth on my nipples, your fingers working their magic on my *. It feels so much better when you touch me than when I do it myself.”

“Does it now?” he grins wolfishly, running his tongue over his lip ring. “That’s because I’ve had more practice.”

I flick my leg out to kick him in the thigh, making him laugh.

“Jerk.”

“If I was a jerk I wouldn’t make you come right now,” he says, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“You better make me come right now,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes. I take my dress and my bra off, and lie back, naked and waiting. “Ready whenever you are.”

Rake throws back his head and laughs, a deep and merry sound. “You think that body is enough to tempt me to do whatever you want?”

“I do,” I purr, running my fingers over my nipples brazenly. “I know your weakness, Rake.”

“And what is that?” he asks, eyes turning heavy-lidded as I continue to touch myself.

“Me,” I whisper softly, barely spoken.

He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, pushing them down into the mattress. His lips come down on mine, hard and heavy.

Possessive.

Demanding.

“Now, I’m going to show you who you belong to,” he says against my swollen lips. “And you’re going to take everything I have to give, aren’t you?”

I nod.

He slides into me in one smooth thrust.





TWENTY-EIGHT




DO you ever think about what would have happened that night if I realized what was happening?” Rake says, pushing my hair off my face as we lie facing each other. After talking the Talon situation out, Rake has finally let it go. I don’t think he’s ever going to forgive Talon though.

“You’d probably be in jail,” I say, smiling sadly. “There’s no point looking back. We’ve come so far since everything.”

“I know,” he agrees, rubbing his thumb gently across my bottom lip. “I always think about it though. That night, on replay. It finds me when I’m weak, which is only when I’m asleep.”

“You dream about it?”

“All the time,” he admits softly, kissing my mouth. “It’s my penance. To relive that moment every night and to wake up knowing that it wasn’t a dream, it’s a memory.”

“One day you will let it go,” I tell him, gaze scanning his handsome face. “The dreams won’t find you because you’ll realize that everything happens for a reason. I wouldn’t have Cara otherwise, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”

“You could have still had Cara,” he says. “But she would have been mine.”