Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(12)

His eyes find me and narrow slightly. “Who’s this bitch?”

“This bitch would be Faye,” I answer in the same tone. How f*cking rude.

“I wasn’t asking you, I was asking Sin,” he replies in an annoyed tone. “Learn your place around here, and fast, little girl.”

Okay, what a jerk.

“Arrow,” Dex warns. “Faye is under my protection. No one so much as breathes in her direction, you got it? And you can pass that on. I know you f*ckers like to gossip.”

At least he was standing up for me. Arrow scowls but doesn’t say anything.

Kill them with kindness.

“Nice to meet you Arrow,” I lie, ignoring his look of surprise. I then turn to the next guy. He has dark hair and eyes, a scar across his neck. It looks like someone sliced him with a knife.

“Irish,” he says with a slight accent.

“Nice to meet you Irish,” I say, nodding my head at him. They both look at me like I’m crazy, and I probably am. Good manners were instilled in me, it’s really not my fault.

“Why do they call you Arrow?” I find myself asking. “Do you have an arrow tattoo?” I search what I can see of his body for any signs of it.

Silence, then laughter.

“What the hell is so funny?” I ask, looking between them in confusion.

Arrow leans against the door and stares at Dex.

“What?” Dex replies, no trace of laughter on his face.

Arrow shrugs, and then looks at me in a new light. “Can’t remember the last time I heard you laugh like that Sin.”

Dex scowls. “Is there anything else?”

“No, we just wanted to meet your baby mama,” Irish says, looking completely amused.

I wiggle my fingers at them.

“Oh darlin’,” Irish says, “You are way too good for him.”

“Get the f*ck out you two,” Dex growls, sending a glare in their direction. They leave, and I can hear their laughter down the hall.

I turn to Dex. “Do I have to call you Sin now?” That’s going to take some time getting used to.

“If you want to,” he says, laying back on the bed. His t-shirt rides up a little, showing off his toned stomach. It should be illegal to look this good. He finds me staring but doesn’t say anything about it.

“I think it would be weird calling you anything other than Dex,” I admit quietly.

“Few things you need to hear. Your actions reflect on me while you’re here. Respect the other guys, respect me in front of the other guys. You can get mouthy when we’re in private, I kind of like that,” he says with a wink.

“So you want me… to not be me in public?” I gape, gritting my teeth.

“No. Not at all—”

“Fine, I’ll try to keep the browbeating to a minimum. In public anyway,” I joke.

“Anything else I should know?”

“You’re lucky I know what that mouth can do. It’s worth putting up with your shit for,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I narrow my eyes on him. “You better not say stuff like that in front of the others!”

“Why not? Sex isn’t some secret thing around here. You’ll learn that quickly, don’t worry.”

“No one is going to…”

“Nothing will happen here that you don’t want,” he says, the tension in the room reaching an all-time high. “Yes, the men enjoy women and regularly, but all the women are consenting. We’re not monsters Faye.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that you are… It’s just, well. I don’t know how things work here,” I try to explain.

“Everyone will come around with you—don’t worry about that.”

I wasn’t worried until he just mentioned it.

“So…” I start. “Where are you sleeping?” I ask, taking in the one and only bed.

“This bed is massive,” he says, lip curving.

“It is,” I agree, waiting for him to continue.

“So, I’m sleeping here with my baby mama,” he says, grinning at me.

“You did not just call me that,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I did. Listen here woman, this is how things are going to go. I’m going to sleep here every night, but don’t worry, I’ll be keeping my hands to myself. Now go take a shower,” he says, covering his face with his arm. I ignore the feeling of disappointment at the ‘keeping his hands to himself’ part. It’s probably for the best. Besides who needs hot sex with the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on?

Me, that’s who.

I decide to let future me worry about it and jump in the shower. I dress in my pink cupcake pajama pants and a white singlet top. When I walk out, Dex is still on the bed watching a movie.

“Finally,” he grumbles, heading into the bathroom. Finally? That was me trying to be quick. I wouldn’t say I was high maintenance, but I’m definitely not low maintenance. Feeling thirsty, I stare at the door, wondering if I should head out or not. My thirst winning, I slip out the door and head to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pull out a bottle of water and smell it first, just to make sure it isn’t vodka or something.

“May I ask why you’re smelling the water?” comes a highly amused voice from behind me. I turn and come face to face with a very attractive man. Very.