Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(28)

“Dex,” I moan as his tongue hits the spot. My hands tangle in my hair as my head tilts back against the pillow. His tongue is magic and is giving me just what I need. A curse leaves my lips and my thighs quiver as he inserts a finger, pushing me over the edge.

I scream his name as I’m lost in the throes of pleasure, wave after wave breaking over me. He doesn’t remove his mouth, prolonging my release. It’s not long before I’m begging him to stop, feeling too sensitive. He gives me one last lick before he pulls back, staring at me with a possessive look on his handsome face. Heavy lidded blue eyes study me, watching as I try to regain my breath. I reach for him but he shakes his head slightly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up.

“Nothing babe, it was just for you,” he says, lying back down next to me. It was just for me?

“What about you?” I ask him, staring down at the hardness straining against his jeans.

“Shh,” he says, pulling me into his arms.

“Dex…”

“Babe, I just wanted to take care of you, I don’t expect anything in return,” he says in a deep rumble.

I lie there feeling confused. And a little rejected. Did he just reject me?

“Did you just reject me?” I ask, voicing my concern.

He sighs heavily. “No sweetheart I did not reject you. We will talk more about this tomorrow okay? Let’s just enjoy tonight.”

I don’t understand, but I let it go. He can explain tomorrow.

Feeling sated, I snuggle into him and fall asleep.





Chapter Fifteen





I wake up in the middle of the night needing to pee. After finishing my business, I hear something. I look at Dex, who is fast asleep on his stomach, and then eye the door. The woman calls out Sin’s name again and curiosity gets the better of me.

Who is calling out his name?

I open the door and towards the voices out the front of the clubhouse.

“Sin!” the woman screams. I peer outside through the window.

“Shut the f*ck up!” a man growls. The man is Arrow. His back is to me, but it’s definitely him. The woman, a curvy blonde, says something to him. Arrow pushes her back, with a hand to her chest. She staggers back, trips over, and falls to the floor. Irish, Trace, and Rake are standing by but don’t do anything.

They just watch.

What the f*ck?

I walk to the entry, and slam the door open as I run out. “What the f*ck Arrow!” I yell, bending down to see if the woman is okay.

“Fuck,” Arrow says when he lays his eyes on me. “Go inside Faye. Now!”

I’d never heard that tone from him before, and I didn’t f*cking appreciate it.

“Fuck you!” the woman yells out. I think she’s talking to Arrow, but then I realize she’s talking to me.

“What?” I growl, getting pissed.

Rake walks over to me and pulls me into his hard body. “Darlin’, go inside, yeah?” he says, ushering me towards the door.

“Who is that?” I ask Rake, my voice filled with confusion and anger.

“Ahh, babe,” he says, giving me a look filled with pity. Pity?

“Don’t look at me like that!” I snap, pushing away from him.

“Like what?”

“Like you feel f*cking sorry for me! Who is that woman, and why does she hate me?” I ask him. Rake looks behind me, and I know Dex is standing there.

“Come here,” he demands, his mouth tight. I walk to him, but only because I want answers.

And I’m going to get them

“Who is that?” I ask him. He ignores me, lifting me in his arms and carrying me back to the room.

“You can’t just stay in bed can you?” he mutters as he puts me down.

“Dex!”

“That is the reason I couldn’t exactly give you any promises… just yet,” he says, grimacing at his own words.

“Explain,” I demand.

“She’s my soon to be ex-wife,” he says, slowly taking a step closer to me.

I stop breathing.

“You have a wife?” I say softly, not quite understanding what the hell was going on right now.

“No babe, I had a wife. We’re separated and getting a divorce,” he says, studying my expression.

A wife? A f*cking wife.

“Oh my god,” I say to myself. “I’m a f*cking home-wrecker.”

“You aren’t a home-wrecker. We were separated before you and I hooked up,” he explains, his hands making a calm down gesture.

“You made me a home-wrecker you *!” I yell, ignoring him.

My mind races.

“Why did Arrow push her?” I ask. “Is this how you treat your women?”

Now he looks angry. Eyes narrowed, he says, “Have I ever treated you badly?”

“I guess not,” I say with a shrug.

His eyes narrow further, “She was under my protection. Now she’s not. I told you, we’re not all good guys babe.”

But Arrow? He was growing on me.

“Why was she here?” I ask, my voice smaller.

“She doesn’t seem to understand the concept of us breaking up. I can’t even get her to move out of my f*ckin’ house. I’ve given her a couple of weeks to find a new place,” he admits, running his fingers through his messy dark hair.