another man from the Channon charter of the Wind Dragons, has a few drinks with us. He’s extremely charismatic and has all the women charmed.
“Zach,” Tracker calls out jokingly when he spots him talking to Lana. “Go back to Channon!”
Zach throws his head back and laughs. “But the women here are so beautiful. Maybe I’ll transfer.”
Someone throws an empty cup at him.
A fight breaks out between two men, and Rake and Arrow jump in to break it up, while Tracker stands in front of us as if to protect us in case any men go flying in our direction. I love that about the men. Each protects his own woman plus their brothers’ women, as if it’s instinct, no thought required. It’s just who they are and who they want to be as members of this club. Even though being involved with Rake brought danger, I’ve also never felt so protected and safe. I know he and his brothers would do anything to keep Cara and me safe. I have complete faith in them.
“It’s not a party without a fight,” Tracker comments, looking completely relaxed as if this was the norm. “Lana, are you paying attention to their fighting technique?” he asks, sounding both amused and proud.
“Yeah, and the blond guy could really use some time in the ring,” Lana responds, studying the men.
Tracker laughs and wraps her in his arms.
Faye returns and tells everyone she wants to take a group photo. Those men who balk at the idea take one look at Sin’s face and change their minds. Rake lifts me into his arms for the photo, carrying me bride-style. The more time I spend with him, the more open and playful he gets.
“Baby, we done here?” Rake whispers into my ear when the photos are over, nibbling on the lobe. “You’ve spoken to everyone, can we fuck now? I need some attention too, you know.”
I purse my lips together, trying not to smile.
Rake being a little needy with me? Yeah, I like that. A lot.
Too much.
“Okay, let me say ’bye to the girls,” I tell him, kissing his jaw. “All right?”
I stand up and he slaps my ass. “Hurry up.”
I hurry.
He throws me over his shoulder and carries me back to his room.
TWENTY-THREE
I’M lying on the bed naked, watching Rake as he walks bare-chested around the room. There’s an intensity about him that has me curious, almost like there’s something different about tonight. I hope it’s because he’s going to explore his other side with me, the one all the other women have alluded to. I saw the rope in his cupboard that day, but he’s yet to use it with me, and I’m left to wonder why. If he’s into that, why wouldn’t he want to do it with me? To be honest, the thought excites me. I trust Rake with everything I have, and he’s the only one I’d ever try new things with.
He slides his jeans down and kneels on the bed. I take in his powerful body, his heavy eyes, and his piercings and compare him to who he was as my high school boyfriend. He’s changed so much, but it’s still him. That spark in him that ignites something deep inside me will never go away, drawing me to him from the inside out.
“Going commando are we?” I ask, checking him out from head to toe.
He strokes his cock and plays with his lip ring with his tongue. “Any requests?” he asks, eyes roaming over my body. “I think I want to go down on you, make you come twice, then let you ride me as I watch those tits jiggle.”
I sit up, then get off the bed and walk to the cupboard. I open it and stare at what’s inside.
“What are you doing, Bailey?” he asks, quickly getting up and standing behind me.
“Making my request,” I tell him, taking out the same length of rope I picked up the day he came to stay at my house.
“Bailey—”
“I hear all these things about what you like to do with other women . . .” I try to explain. “But why won’t you do them with me?”
He spins me around to face him and lifts my chin up with his thumb and index finger. “After what happened to you, I don’t think it’s a good idea. You were basically stuck in your own body, why would you want to be bound?”
I nod, understanding how he’d come to that conclusion. “I don’t go back there