Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(25)

I don’t belong here.

I smile when I see the fence opened and no one else around. As I drive off in my little car, I feel something.

Regret.

I ignore the shit out of it.

When I turn and see a bike riding next to me I curse. It’s Vinnie—the poor guy must have being told to babysit me once again. I try to lose him to no avail. Sighing, I turn into shopping center car park. I get out and wave at him before walking to into a store that sells baby items. I look over the little baby clothes, so tiny and cute. Buying a few unisex outfits, I leave the store and head into another one. I buy some clothes I can wear as I get bigger, loose tops and stretchy dresses and pants. My phone starts to ring.

Dex.

I hit ignore and continue on my shopping expedition. After my phone rings for the fifth time, I put it on silent. There is nothing I want to say to him right now. When I walk past the cinema, I decide to go in and watch a movie. Anything to take my mind off the fact that at some point today, I’m going to have to return to the compound. Whether I want to or not. Dex will bring me back if Vinnie doesn’t. Choosing a vampire movie, I get some popcorn and water and choose a seat in the middle of the cinema. Halfway through the movie, someone sits next to me. I don’t need to turn to know who it is. His cologne is a dead giveaway, along with the way my body responds by merely being in his presence. He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t feel his gaze on me. He just sits there in silence, watching the second half of the movie. I try to concentrate on the screen in front of me, but my mind is now solely on Dexter Black. What is going to come out of that mouth of his now? Did he sleep with someone last night? Allie? Do I have the right to be upset? Probably not. He made me no promises.

What seems like hours later, the credits run and the lights turn back on. I peek a look at him, to find him staring back at me with a gentle look on his handsome face. Running a hand along the stubble on his jaw, he flashes me an apologetic smile.

But he isn’t going to charm his way out of this one.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, breaking the silence. Everyone else stands to leave the cinema, shuffling around us.

“You were gone when I woke up,” is all he says.

I grit my teeth. “I’m allowed to go wherever I want Dex.”

“Look, Faye,” he says, looking back at the screen. “There’s some shit going on right now with another MC. I just want to make sure you’re safe, that’s all.”

“I get that. I do. But you don’t need to be an * too,” I reply in a voice devoid of emotion.

“Babe everyone knows you’re mine. You’re mine to take care of. I brought you here,” he says, cupping my chin in his hand. “Tracker should have known better than to touch you.”

“So you don’t want me but no one else can have me either?” I ask, our eyes connected.

His swim with indecision.

Mine swim with hope.

“Wanting you isn’t the issue, trust me on that,” he finally says, giving me a sad smile.

“Then what is it?” I dare to ask.

I squeeze my eyes shut as his lips touch my forehead. “You know what you want, and you won’t accept any less. Truth?”

I nod my head.

He pulls back and his eyes cloud over. “When I come to you, I need to know that I can give you everything you deserve.”

“It didn’t stop you from having me before,” I point out.

He grins crookedly. “That was one night, this is a little more permanent.”

“How permanent?” I ask, drawing each word out.

Now he smiles. “Ball and chain permanent.”

Wait, what?

He stands and offers me his hand, pulling me up when I place it in his. “Let’s get you home.”

“I’m still pissed at you,” I tell him as he picks up my shopping bags from the seat next to me.

“I wouldn’t expect any less,” he replies, sounding amused as hell.

“Where did you go last night?” I ask him as he walks to his car. “Where’s your bike?”

“You’re pregnant, no bike for you. And I went out, but I didn’t f*ck anyone,” he says bluntly, opening the car door with a press of a button.

“Where did you go then?” I ask when we’re seated.

“Babe,” he says, lip twitching.

“Don’t you babe me, you jerk,” I growl, narrowing my eyes on him.

“You know I don’t think anyone’s ever spoken to me this way,” he muses, not sounding like it’s a bad thing.

“Well you better get used to it,” I add, flashing him a fake smile.

“You were always a feisty one, even as a kid,” he says. “Even your crazy mum wouldn’t break your spirit.”

I think about defending my mum, but then don’t bother. What he says is true. “I used to try to follow you around.”

He huffs. “I remember. You tried to make me eat a cupcake you’d made. It was all squashed, and I’m pretty sure you’d dropped it on the floor!”

My shoulders shake with my laughter. “What do you mean tried? You ate that damn cupcake and loved it!”

He scoffs. “What was I supposed to say? No? You with your huge hazel eyes and auburn ringlets, I don’t think anyone could say no to you.”