Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(20)

Me: I need ice cream.

Dex: And?

Me: And get me some.

I re-read the message, and realizing how rude it sounds, I send another one.

Me: Please.

Dex: Get Vinnie to get you some.

Me: Vinnie left. I’m all alone and the baby wants bubble gum flavored ice cream.

No reply. I sigh, trying to forget about my craving and concentrate on the rock star book in front of me. I’ve finished half the book when I hear some laughter coming from inside the house.

“She will come here eventually,” a voice says. Allie.

“It’s not our business,” I hear Jessica say.

“I don’t want to miss out on the drama,” Allie snickers. When I walk into the kitchen all conversation comes to a halt.

“Hey Jess,” I say, ignoring Allie completely.

“Hey, how are feeling today?” she asks, giving me a genuine smile.

“Good. Just bored,” I say, slumping into the chair. A bulky man walks into the kitchen and gives Jessica a deep kiss. When he finally looks away, his eyes find me. Giving me a chin lift in greeting, I smile in return and watch as he drags Jess out of the room without a word, leaving me with Allie. Ignoring her, I stand up, grab my keys and my handbag, and walk to my car. I’m so over just sitting here doing nothing. Deciding to head to the store to pick up some ice cream and food, I’m about to slide into the driver seat when I hear the rumble of a motorcycle. I turn to see Dex straddling his beast of a bike, looking sexy and completely badass. He pulls off his helmet, dark hair blowing in the wind, and pins me with his gaze. I look away from him and get into my car and close the door. I count down, five, four, three, two, one, before he’s standing in front of my window.

“Where are you going?” he asks, opening my car door and glaring at me.

“To the store,” I say.

“Why? I went and got you some stuff,” he says, smiling at me.

“You did?” I ask, eyebrows rising.

He smirks. “Come on.”

He holds his hand out to me, and I take it. A car pulls up and I see Vinnie driving it. When it’s parked Dex goes to the car and pulls out four plastic bags filled with goodies. Curious, I follow him back into the kitchen.

“Two tubs of bubble gum ice cream,” he says, placing it on the table. “And more junk food. Also a bag full of fruit, veggies, yoghurt, and salad.”

My eyes start to water as I grab one of the tubs of ice cream in my hand.

“Jesus, you really wanted that ice cream didn’t you?” he says, eyes wide.

I nod as he goes and gets me a spoon from the drawer. “Thanks,” I tell him around a mouthful of ice cream.

His face softens, and the look he gives me is so gentle that I don’t know what to do with it. “You’re welcome. Anything you want, me or one of the prospects will take you to get, okay?”

“Why can’t I go get it myself?” I ask.

“You can…” he says, trailing off.

“But?”

“But I’d rather someone be there with you. We have enemies, Faye. I don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby.”

“Enemies? Explain.”

“Misunderstanding. Issues with a rival MC. There was a bar brawl a few weeks back. Two members of their MC were shot, and they think we’re behind it. We weren’t, although one of our members was present. Until that shit gets sorted we’re being safe.”

“Fine, but I need freedom, or I’m going to turn into a bitch,” I tell him.

He laughs. Bastard. “When’s your next doctor’s appointment?”

“Next week.”

“Alright, I’ll be going with you to any and all appointments,” he announces.

“Okay,” I say, around another spoonful of the most delicious ice cream I’ve ever tasted. Dex goes to the drawer and gets his own spoon, digging it into my tub.

“Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” he says, opening his mouth and having a taste.

“Not bad at all,” he says to himself, sitting down and pulling the tub closer to him.

“You just double dipped!” I growl, snatching the tub back.

“You did it,” he says, grinning wolfishly.

“Yeah but it’s mine.”

“Babe, we’ve f*cked,” he says, leaning back in the chair.

“I remember, I was there,” I reply, wondering where the hell he’s going with this.

“So that’s more intimate than double dipping some ice cream, don’t you think?”

I put my spoon down. “Yeah, you f*ck everyone though.”

He studies me. “Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Babe,” he says, shaking his head.

“What?”

His lip twitches. I think he likes my attitude. “I haven’t f*cked in a while, so don’t remind me.”

I stand up and put both tubs in the freezer. “I think your a while and my a while are a little different.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, so I turn around and pin him with a speculative look. “You’re the last person I slept with,” I say, waiting for him to talk.

He doesn’t.

“And you?” I ask, my voice deceptively innocent.