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 fucked 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 fuck 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.”
“Where’s Irish?” I ask, looking around but not seeing him. “I feel like I haven’t seen him in ages.”
“Apparently he met someone,” Anna says, leaning closer to me. “No one knows anything about her but he’s been going to see her heaps.”
My eyes widen. “That’s some juicy gossip.”
“It really is.” Anna grins, leaning back in her chair. “Apparently Irish is always single, so I wonder how this woman managed to get his attention.”
Rake walks over to us, and even though I’m mad, I can’t help notice how sexy he looks in his dark jeans and white T-shirt. “How are two of my three favorite girls?” he asks, sitting down next to me.
“Who is the third?” Anna asks, as Rake takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles. I don’t look at him.
“Cara, of course.”
Anna lifts her hand to her heart. “Oh my god, that was so damn cute, Rake.”
“I try,” he says, kissing my hand again then looking around at the people. “Not as wild as they usually are.”
“Probably because you’re not participating this time,” I blurt out before I’m unable to help it.
Anna laughs, then stands up. “Yeah, I’m going to . . . Arrow needs me.”
“I’m concerned,” I admit, looking around at all the beautiful women. “Do you miss this at all? The public sex, the threesomes, the many stunning women at your disposal . . . ?”
“No, I don’t. I had my fun, Bailey. I played around, fucked around. Now I just want you. I still get to have fun, just with only you, and I want that. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says sincerely, eyes pleading with me to understand. “You’re enough as you are. I don’t need anything else. I never did.”
“I hope that that’s true,” I say, looking down at our hands. “If you ever want something else, would you tell me? I mean, if you’re not happy.”
“Nothing makes me happier than you, Bailey. I don’t know what I can say to make you believe that; you’ll have to realize it yourself from my actions.”
He’s right about that. I know being insecure isn’t attractive, but this is more than that. He’s literally had these women before, so it’s not like I’m being paranoid. They all know him, his body, the sounds he makes . . . what he likes in bed. And it kills me that they do, but there’s nothing I can do to change it.
“Stop overthinking it,” he whispers, kissing my earlobe. “I only see you, Bailey. It’s always been that way, and it will never