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 fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ 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.”
We walk hand in hand up to where the prospects are at the grill along with a few of the women. Tracker, Lana, Arrow, and Anna return from their ride and join us for eating and drinking.
“Look at you,” Tracker teases, eyeing my boots. “Lana, you need to get a pair of ‘fuck me’ boots like these.”
Lana and I share an amused look, because the boots are actually hers—I’m just borrowing them for the night.
“I’ll get right on that,” she replies, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around him.
When I see Amethyst, the girl I first went to Rift with, hanging on to one of the bikers, I look away, hoping she doesn’t see me. I never saw her again after that night, although she messaged a few times asking if I wanted to go out again. In one of the messages, she said she’s dating a biker and wanted to know if I wanted to go to one of their parties. It must be the man she left with that night. She didn’t even check to see if I made it home or was dead in a ditch somewhere, and there is no way I want to be friends with someone like that.
“Who’s the guy that girl is with?” I ask Anna discreetly, nodding my head toward Amethyst.
“That’s Pill,” Anna replies, watching them. “He prospected here but then left to the Channon chapter. I haven’t really spoken to him before but heard he’s pretty shady. Why?”
“I just kind of know that girl is all. She’s the one I came to Rift with that night when I first saw you. I haven’t seen her since though, and I kind of don’t want to,” I admit, grimacing.
And Channon? What a small world, since that’s where Cara’s