“Fuck,” he says huskily. “Bailey—”
I put my hand on the center of his chest. “Don’t even think. Do you want me? It’s just you and me. No one else is here; nothing else matters. It’s just your energy and mine. Do. You. Want. Me?”
There.
I put myself out there, for him to either claim or reject.
The next move is his, and if he doesn’t want me, at least I can say that I tried.
He studies me for a few seconds that feel more like hours.
We look into each other’s eyes, unmoving, until finally he stands, the stool falling onto the floor, the noise breaking the trance.
He steps closer to me and puts his hand around my waist. “I’ll always want you. That’s not the issue here.”
Well thank God for that.
I reach up on my tiptoes, and I wrap my arms around him, and I kiss him like I’m starving for him.
I don’t care who’s watching.
I don’t care about anything except that his lips are on mine again.
That his tongue is dancing with mine.
That in this moment, no matter how fleeting, he is mine.
He slants his head and delves in deeper, his hands pulling me closer into him. I can feel his hardness pressing into my stomach, which turns me on even more, fuels my desire for him.
Why did I wait so long for this?
This is a fucking great idea.
Rake lifts me up in the air, and I wrap my legs around him. He walks with me into the VIP room, the same place we first saw each other after all those years. Closing the door behind him, he lays me back on one of the black suede chaise lounges and looks down at me with a hungry expression, his eyes heavy and his mouth a little swollen from our kiss. He’s about to say something when I lift myself up and kiss him again, cutting off whatever he was going to say. He makes a sound deep in his throat and pushes me back into the lounge, his hands cupping my face.
Are we going to have sex right here?
Surprisingly I’m okay with that. I just want him inside me, slow and deep, right now.
I lift up his shirt and run my hands up his smooth back, closing my eyes as he starts to kiss down my neck. My breath hitches as he undoes the top button on my white shirt and kisses the cleavage it reveals.
Another button.
And another.
Fuck.
He exposes my black bra, then pulls down the cups, revealing my small, pebbled nipples.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” he grits out, before his mouth is on them, gently sucking and licking.
My back arches. I want more. I want everything.
My hands tangle in his hair and pull gently on the short ends.
“Rake,” I pant. “Please.”
I’m not above begging.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks softly, plumping my breasts together, licking one nipple then the other. When he finally pulls back to unzip his jeans, I’m so wet that I can actually feel how damp my panties are.
“I want you inside me.” I breathe heavily, watching as he pulls out his hard cock.
Fuck.
Yeah, I didn’t remember it being so big.
No one else I’ve been with even compares.
He pulls a condom out of his wallet, and I push away the fact that he always has one ready and waiting. Right now isn’t about that; it’s about us finally enjoying each other, reuniting, without letting anything else get in the way.
No thinking, only feeling.
He slides my pencil skirt up my thighs, and pulls down my panties, admiring me for a few seconds before he spreads my legs and dips his head.
“Need a taste,” he murmurs to himself, tongue peeking out as he licks my center with one long, deep swipe.
Holy. Shit.
“Just as good as I remember,” he says, before lowering his head again and eating my pussy. I lift up my hips, grinding myself into his face. Does he want me to come right now? Because I am going to come. I lick my dry lips and cry out as the orgasm hits, making me whimper in pleasure and slam my head back into the soft couch, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Adam,” I creak, his real name falling from my lips without thought.
He moans, his fingers tightening on my thighs as he continues to worship me with his mouth. I reach my hand down, threading my fingers through his hair and lifting his head up with a tug.
“Please,” I beg, looking him square in the eye. I want him inside me, now. It’s been too long without him. The other men I’ve been with don’t even count anymore because they don’t compare to him in any way or form.
“Fuckin’ hell, Bailey,” he grits out, holding his big, hard cock in his hand, tearing the condom package open with his white teeth and rolling it down his length. He looks at me as he slowly pushes inside of me, and I look back, my heavy-lidded eyes on him the whole time.
When he’s all in me, his mouth slams down on mine the same time he starts fucking me, one of his hands tugging a handful of my hair, the other softly cupping my cheek. The mixture of the rough and gentle gesture, of his perfect kisses and his cock hitting all the right spots, has me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, the intensity of the moment stealing my breath away. I moan into his mouth, my nipples rubbing against his chest, the added friction having me on the verge of coming again. He removes his hand from my cheek, lifts my legs over his shoulders, pulls me toward him, and reaches down between us to play with my clit as he continues to slide into me, now deep and slow.
“So fuckin’ perfect,” he says between clenched teeth, green eyes full of lust. “So many things I want to do to you. You have no idea.”
I sure as hell want to find out.
“You’re so beautiful,” he continues, sucking a nipple into his mouth, then releasing it with an audible pop. “Fuck. I remember everything about you. This freckle”—he licks the freckle under my left breast—“I fuckin’ love this freckle.”
I swallow at hearing the word love pour from his lips.
He kisses me again, deeply and passionately, and it’s not long before I’m coming for the second time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, breathing heavily, lost in wave after wave of ecstasy.
“So fuckin’ good,” he mutters as I squeeze myself around his cock. I ignore the smug satisfaction in his eyes as my body goes limp.
When his rhythm instantly changes to quicker, shorter thrusts, I know he’s ready to come.
I dig my nails into his back, because I remember that he always liked that.
He comes, first looking at me, then burying his face in my neck, whispering my name.
He stays there, holding me, for a few long seconds.
When he lifts his face, for once his eyes aren’t guarded.
No, they’re soft.
Gentle.
They’re the green eyes of the man I love.
Then, his lips twitch.
“What?” I ask, having no idea what he could find amusing at a time like this.
“Looks like the old Bailey is back, huh?” He tilts his head to the side, eyes sparkling. “The Bailey who takes what she wants now, then asks questions later.”
I grin at that. “There’s no old or new Bailey. There’s just me. I’ve evolved yes, but I’m still the same.” I pause. “Maybe a little less reckless.”
He laughs at that, chest shaking. “Just a little.”
“Okay,” I agree. “I’m much less reckless. But that’s a good thing.”
He smiles, leans forward, and kisses my mouth, a sweet, chaste kiss.
“What we just did was pretty reckless,” he says against my lips. “Because now you’ve given me a taste of something I want badly but can’t have.”
“Rake—”
“Bailey,” he sighs, then kisses my brow. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”
He pulls out of me, and takes care of the condom while I redress and think of what I’m going to say to him. Because I’ve now decided one thing.
Rake
I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but it’s like her pussy just stole away all my stress and lowered my guard along with my pants.
Being with her again, I can’t even express how amazing it was. I haven’t had sex with emotion since her, and after having her again, there is no way I could go back to a meaningless fuck.
What the hell am I going to do? This whole situation is a fuckin’ tragedy, messed-up and confusing. I don’t see a way out, a way to fix what happened with us, but at the same time, I’d give anything to be able to push forward with her.
The thing is, I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve a second chance, I don’t deserve redemption. How can I ever forgive myself? I don’t think I can, and it’s going to eat me alive.
“You’re quiet,” she says, studying my profile from the passenger seat.
“Just thinking,” I tell her, not wanting her to think I regret what just happened. “Do you want to stop anywhere on the way? For some food or something?”
“Should you be driving? You were drinking. . . .”
“I had one drink,” I assure her. “I’d only just started when you came.”
“Okay,” she says simply, taking me at my word. My heart pounds in my chest, because I know that this woman next to me was made for me.
But I can’t have her.
No, teenage me took care of that. Fucker.
TWENTY
Bailey
HERE’S to being able to leave the house without an escort,” Tia says, clinking her glass of wine with mine. “Although I’m going to miss the man candy around the place.”
I smile and nod, silently agreeing. “Someone will still come around at night to check on us though—Rake’s orders.”
“Oooohh,” Tia coos, wiggling her eyebrows. “What’s the bet that it’s him who comes by tonight?”
“Why would he do that?” I ask innocently, my eyes narrowing slightly.
She stands up and does a vulgar thrusting move with her hips. “Because you so fucked him! And don’t even lie! It’s written all over your glowing, secretive little face!”
I burst out laughing. “Okay, okay. Guilty. Now please stop dancing like that. If Rhett walks in, you’re going to scar your son for life.”
One more hip thrust and then she regains her seat but not her dignity. After Rake and I had sex at Rift, he drove me home.
The car ride with Rake wasn’t awkward, but there were a lot of unsaid things hovering in the air between us. Questions that I don’t think either of us have the answers for. So we sat in silence, but he did walk me to my door and kiss me softly on the mouth before leaving.
“Seriously, how old are you?” I ask in amusement, shaking my head back and forth.
She flips her blond hair over her shoulder. “Doesn’t matter how old I am—how old do I look?”
I grin at that. “Twenty.”
She flashes me an adoring look. “I love you.”
She’s only twenty-five, but she does look younger.
“Right back at you.”
“How was the sex?” she probes, taking a sip of the red wine, then putting the glass back down.
I look up at the ceiling and sigh. “Fucking amazing.”
Tia cheers.
And for once, I can’t stop smiling.
* * *
“Told you,” Tia mouths as Rake walks into my house.
“Rake,” she says, nodding her head at him, which gets her a chin lift in return. “I’m off. I’ll see you tomorrow, Bailey.”
“Yeah, come over for breakfast,” I tell her, kissing both her and Rhett on the cheek. “Good night.”
“’Night, Aunt Bailey!”
They both leave, and Rake and I are now alone in the room.
“Where’s Angel?” he asks, looking around the living room before sitting down on the couch and looking up at me.
“She fell asleep,” I say, sitting down next to him. “I carried her to bed.”
He nods and strums his fingers on his thigh. “We need to talk about what happened yesterday at Rift.”
“Okay,” I say slowly, taking a deep breath. “I liked— No, I loved what happened.”
His head snaps to me. “So did I, Bailey, but fuck. How is this a good idea? And after everything that happened, how could you want to . . . I don’t know what to do right now. My head is all fucked-up. I don’t think you need to be doing this with me right now.”
My lips tighten. “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t need, Rake. I’m the one who came and found you yesterday. I told you I wanted you. I still do.” I pause. “I always have, and I probably always will. It’s just how it is between us. I’m done trying to fight it.”
He opens his mouth to talk, but I continue. “I’m not asking for anything. Can’t we just enjoy each other without worrying about anything and everything? Don’t overthink it. Life is short, just enjoy it.”
With me.
When his expression remains unsure, I press, deciding to take a gamble on how he would react. “I’m a beautiful woman, Rake. I’m not perfect, but I’m worth something and I have needs. If you don’t want to be with me, you need to stand aside completely and watch as someone else takes the place you were always meant to have.”
“I told you what would happen if I saw you with someone,” he growls, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I’m not the same boy you remember, Bailey. I’ve changed over the years, and I don’t know if you can accept me as I am right now, because you’re going to hear some things that you don’t like.”
“You think I haven’t already heard that you’ve fucked your way through the country?” I ask incredulously. “Trust me, it’s the first thing people tell me about you.”
He simply shrugs, not ashamed in the least. “Yeah, there’s that, but other shit too. The last thing I need is to get in deeper with you only to have you run scared later down the line. Because you know what, Bailey, if you become mine, I won’t fuckin’ let you leave. I will keep you, no matter what the fuck I have to do.”
I shiver at the promise in his tone. I don’t really know what to say right now, because I went to him thinking he would only be interested in sex, like he had mentioned before. But somehow, it seems his tune has completely changed. I don’t know why, but I can’t deny the thrill I feel at his words.
“You’re right to be wary,” he continues. “I think you should think it through next time before you walk into a club with the intentions of fucking someone.”
I roll my eyes. “Last time you said we should fuck each other out of our systems so we could move on. I just thought I’d finally take you up on that offer.”
“You were angry with me when I said that, remember?” he says, scrubbing his hand down his face. “Jesus, fuck. What do you want from me? You should know by now there’s no getting each other out of our systems. No matter what we do, or what we say, we’re always in there. Vein-deep.”
Vein-deep.
He’s so fucking right.
He reaches his hand out and takes mine. “With what happened . . . I don’t know if I can do this, Bailey.”
The pain in his voice has me squeezing his hand with mine. “Now that I have you back in my life, I don’t want to lose you.”
He lifts my hand to his lips, kissing each of my knuckles. “I don’t know what to do, what’s right. But I know that I want you again. And again.”
“Can’t that be enough for now?” I ask in a small, hopeful voice.
He smiles, even though his eyes don’t do the same. “You know I can never say no to you.”
That makes me smile, hearing something he used to always say to me all those years ago. “I was your weakness.”
He barks out a laugh. “You still are.”
We both go silent, studying each other, the air thickening between us. When Rake stands and leads me to my bedroom, I follow him eagerly. Locking the door behind him, he switches the light on, then turns around to face me. I kind
of wish he’d kept the light off, so he can’t see my every flaw, the marks on my stomach and my imperfect body, but at the same time, this is me. And he needs to want me as I am, not as I was.
“Undress,” he commands.
I swallow hard. His dominance turns me on, but it also makes me want to push him.
To disobey.
To test him.
He wasn’t commanding like this before, but he was just a boy then.
Now he’s all man.
“And if I don’t?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.
He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. “But you will, won’t you? Or you won’t get what you want.”
“And what is it you think I want?” I ask boldly, taking a step back toward the bed. Rake prowls forward, closing the space between us.
He slides his cut off, placing it on the end of the bed, then pulls his T-shirt up and over him in that sexy way men do, with his arms crossing each other. “You want to be fucked. You want to come. You want me.”
He’s right, of course. I do want all of that.
But I also know that no matter what, he will give it to me.
I check out his perfectly toned body, then look down at his jeans.
“Keep going,” I demand.
Rake raises an eyebrow, his lip twitching in amusement, but he does as he’s told, unbuttoning his jeans, then sliding them down his muscled thighs. He’s left standing in a pair of black boxer shorts, which have me sinking my teeth into my lower lip.
He’s so sexy, it’s unbelievable.
No one will ever compare, no one.
“Undress, Bailey,” he repeats, and this time I listen, sliding the straps off my dress and letting it fall to the floor. I take off my bra, and let it do the same. My hands automatically cover my stomach, without me even realizing it.
“Hands to your sides,” he says huskily. “Do you know how beautiful you are? I don’t care if you have a few marks on your body. You should wear them proudly.”
I drop my hands.
Did he really mean that?
He could get any woman he wanted, but it’s me he’s looking at like that, like he wants to devour me.
“Baby, take those panties off,” he says, licking his lips. “And get on the bed on your stomach.”
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