Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(69)

“I added some . . . stuff to it.” She sniffs. “It’s from a recipe I found online.”

I wrinkle my nose in distaste. “Do you want me to try to fix it?”

“It is fixed,” she says, grinning. “Oh, come on, everyone will love it.”

I’m not so sure, but I decide to let it be. I won’t be drinking any more of it, that’s for certain. “Where is Rake, anyway?”

“He and Tracker went out to buy alcohol,” she says, sighing. “Apparently it was a last-minute plan.” She eyes me curiously. “You’re going to be okay here tonight, yeah?”

“Yeaaaah,” I reply, looking to the side. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Faye,” Sin growls, walking into the kitchen and eyeing his wife. “Fuck, you look sexy.” He looks to me and grins. “Hey, Bailey.”

“Hey, Sin,” I say, smiling. “Happy anniversary.”

His eyes dart to Faye’s. “Fuck, so that’s what this is all about.”

Ooops.

“What? You forgetting our anniversary and throwing a party no one wants me or the women at? Yeah that’s what this is about,” Faye says, putting her hand on her hip, one of her nipples poking out.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Sin says, holding her cut closed. He leans down and whispers something in her ear while I make a quick exit.

*

“Do you think Rake will f*ck us both again tonight?” the girl behind me asks her friend.

“I sure hope so.”

I spin around, my eye starting to twitch. I now know exactly what Faye was referring to when she asked me if I could handle tonight. It almost felt like Rake had been with every woman here, and apparently his “thing” was having more than one in bed with him.

I didn’t like this.

Not one bit.

What if he got bored of being only with me?

If this is what he likes now, how does he feel going without it?

I push away my insecurities and return to the table, sitting down with a long face.

“Chin up,” Faye says so only I can hear. “Don’t show them any kind of weakness.”

“I want to strangle them.” I sigh, sitting up straight and pulling myself together. This is something I’m going to have to handle. It comes with being Rake’s.

Stupid man-whore.

“But watch him,” Faye says to me. “He’s ignoring every woman who tries to get his attention. He’s showing them without words that he’s not interested.”

I follow Faye’s line of sight, to where a beautiful brunette girl is trying to get his attention. She puts her hand on his bicep, but he steps to the side, her arm falling down.

“Still, the fact that he’s probably slept with all of them is a hard pill to swallow,” I admit, expelling a heavy sigh. When I hear him laughing at something the woman says, I stand up and walk over to him, unable to just sit there and watch any longer. As soon as I approach, he grabs me and pulls me against him. “This is my woman, Bailey, who I was telling you about,” he says to her, brushing my hair off my neck and placing a kiss there.

“She’s beautiful,” the woman says, eyeing me from head to toe. “Maybe you will let me join you sometime.”

When I look at her and realize she’s talking to me, I have no idea how to respond. “Ummm,” I mutter, elbowing Rake as I hear him chuckle softly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think so.”

She looks sad, which makes me feel bad for a moment, until I remember what exactly we’re discussing here. She’s sad because she won’t be getting f*cked by Rake tonight, or ever again.

Let the bitch be sad.

She walks away, ass jiggling.

“Bailey,” he whispers, lifting my chin up to look at him. “It’s the past.”

“Yet it keeps getting shoved in my face.”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he says, green eyes boring into me.

“How would you feel if a man I slept with asked you if he could join us in a threesome?” I ask, putting my hands on his chest and pushing myself away. “You’d want to kill him. I don’t really feel the anger though, just the pain and jealousy that most of the women here have had you.”

I leave him standing there and return to my seat.

“You okay?” Faye asks, brow furrowing. “I know it must suck, Bailey, but if you want him, you need to learn how to handle this.”

“Faye, we’re going home,” Sin says, bending over and lifting her up in his arms. He’d made her take off her cut and put something on underneath it, so she is wearing a black tank top that still leaves little to the imagination.

“What? Why?” she grumbles, but wraps her arms around his neck.

“Because it’s late, you’re pregnant, and I want to f*ck you,” Sin says, kissing her neck.

“Oh. Well, if you put it that way,” she says, waving ’bye to everyone.

“What’s so different about this party?” I ask Anna, scanning the living area. “It looks like all the other ones to me.”

Anna points to Lana, who is sitting on Tracker’s lap, full-on making out.

“Think of it like the clubhouse turning into a sex club for the night,” she says, rolling her eyes. “People can do what they like, no judgment. It’s why they preferred us not to be here. For example, Vinnie would probably feel awkward having sex in front of Faye.”