Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4) by Chantal Fernando

PROLOGUE

Seven years ago

Rake

I DON’T want to go home,” she says, her face buried in my neck.

“Just stay, they won’t notice,” I tell her, rolling her over onto her back and bracing myself on top of her. “You can borrow some of Anna’s clothes and just come to school with us.”

“Maybe,” she replies, flashing me a cheeky smile.

My mom is hardly ever home, and we have no contact with our so-called father, so it is just Anna and me here anyway. We don’t have much, but Bailey doesn’t seem to mind. That is only one of the reasons I love her so much. I kiss her forehead, closing my eyes, wondering what I’d do without this girl. As I draw back, she kisses my lips, a soft, sweet kiss.

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips.

“I love you too, Adam,” she says, smiling. “You don’t have to tell me that to get me to stay though.”

I chuckle and kiss her again.

She wraps her arms around me and sighs in contentment. We may not have much, but we have each other, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.

“Wherever you are is my home,” she says, rolling me over so she’s on top now. She lays her head on my chest and closes her eyes. I cup the back of her head, my other hand on her back, just holding her.

“I’ll always love you, Bailey, no matter what.”

She kisses my chest.

If only I knew then that the next day, everything would change.

I would have never let her go.

ONE

Present day

Rake

THE redhead sucks my cock deep into her throat. She’s good, but I’ve had better head. I watch her try to take every inch of me in her mouth. She starts to gag, then pulls away, sucking on the head.

I look around the clubhouse, already feeling bored. Sometimes I get this feeling like something is missing. I can’t pinpoint it exactly, but it’s almost like I’m looking for something I know I’ll never find. Like there’s a hole inside me that nothing will ever fill. Emptiness mixed with a feeling of longing. For what? I don’t exactly know. All I know is that I need a fuckin’ distraction, constantly.

And nothing is working these days.

I call over a cute blonde walking past, and she comes to me instantly.

I like that she doesn’t bother to play hard to get, when we both know she isn’t.

I push the redhead away gently, then lie back on the couch. I hand her a condom. “Put it on me.”

She nods her head and gets to work.

I watch her to make sure she’s doing it properly, then look at the blonde and tell her to undress.

She does.

She has a nice body, a flat stomach, and breasts the perfect handful, tipped with dusky nipples.

She can be seen by anyone passing by; she knows it, yet she doesn’t give a fuck.

I like that.

I tell the blonde to sit on my face, so I can eat her out while the redhead rides my cock.

After we all come, I’ll take them into my room, tie them up, and do with them as I please.

And they will love every second of it.

Bailey

I’ve never been to Rift before, but the club seems pretty cool. I feel out of place, even though I’m dressed like the other women around me. Maybe my black skirt isn’t as short, but it’s tight and figure-hugging. The black off-the-shoulder top I’ve matched it with clings tight around my boobs, then flares out to hide my stomach. My stomach never completely went flat again after giving birth, no matter how many sit-ups I’ve done, so tops like this are a godsend. Still, I feel like an imposter. It’s been that long since I’ve been to a club. I’ve had only one drink, and I’ve already lost Amethyst, the girl I came here with, to some hot biker. The two of them are dancing in the corner.

I met Amethyst at the school where we work; she was the receptionist there until recently, when she left to take a better-paying job elsewhere. She definitely isn’t the type of girl I’d usually be friends with, but when she invited me out I decided to accept, for a change. I had no idea, however, that I’d be ditched for the first guy who approached her.

Great.

I knew I shouldn’t have come out, but I wanted to do something different for a change, to push myself out of my comfort zone. Act my age. Enjoy being out. Try to have a carefree night. When I hear Chris Brown’s “Zero,” I head to the packed dance floor. Alone or not, I’m not going to miss out on dancing to this song. With my eyes closed, my hips move on their own accord, swaying in time to the music. I open my eyes just in time to see two beautiful women rush at me. It takes me a second to realize that I know them.