Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(30)
“That I believe,” I reply. “Any idea where he is?”
“He went for a ride,” he replies. “We’ll be joining him. Be back in two days.”
“What’s the deal with the wife?” I can’t stop myself from asking.
“She cheated on him, they broke up when he found out,” he says, casually lighting a cigarette. “They were only married a year.”
I hate that he loved someone else enough to marry her. I realize I’d said that out loud when Jim replies, “She’s got nothing on you darlin’. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”
“Like how?” I ask.
“Fishing for compliments, eh? Like he’s dying of thirst and you’re an ice cold beer.”
I’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes, but I appreciate the sentiment all the same.
“So,” I ask. “What’s the deal with the other MC you’re having issues with?”
His mouth tightens around his cigarette. “Negotiations with another MC.” He pauses. “Women don’t get involved with club business Faye. You seem like a girl who thinks she’s the exception to every rule, but not this time.”
I hate that he has me pegged.
“What if in the future I become the club’s lawyer?” I blurt out. Holy shit where did that idea come from? Was Dex even serious when he mentioned this idea? Is this something I want in my future?
He studies me under a new light. “Then that’s different, I guess. But you’d still be on a need to know basis.”
“So I guess I’ll never be getting my own cut then,” I sigh, thinking about my conversation with Vinnie. Jim laughs again then starts coughing.
I cringe. “Anything I can get you?”
“A new set of lungs?” he replies, smirking at me.
“How about some water,” I offer instead. He nods so I pour him a glass of iced water. Placing it in front of him he takes a sip then resumes smoking. I want to point out he should probably quit, but instead I stand up.
“I’m going to do some assignments,” I tell him. “Hope you feel better Jimbo.”
His rumbly laugh follows me to my room.
*****
I save my work and close my laptop the moment I hear the rumble of motorcycles. Is one of them Dex?
Only one way to find out.
I glance at my phone to check the time, five pm. He’s been gone for two days, and I’ve missed him like crazy. Mary’s been cooking for me, apparently Dex had called her and told her to look after me. I was a little annoyed, but I thought it was cute too. We had a healthy lunch yesterday and chatted for a while before she got called into work to treat an injured dog. Then I cleaned the kitchen, the living areas, my room, and the bathroom. Like spring cleaning. You could now eat off the floor, it was that clean. When I tried to clean up Jim’s office, Cindy yelled at me. That woman is scary. So I snuck into Arrow’s room and cleaned his instead. It took the longest—the man lives like a pig. The pregnancy book mentioned something about nesting, but I didn’t think that was supposed to happen so early. I make my way to the front door and stand there, watching Dex sliding off his bike. Dressed in his cut, he looks amazing. Arrow and Tracker stand next to him, chatting, until they spot me. Arrow nudges Dex, who turns to look at me, then makes his way over.
“Everything okay?” he asks when he reaches me. I jump onto him, latching my arms around his neck.
“I missed you,” I say, catching him off guard with my open-mouthed kiss. His hands grip my ass, holding me up. I hear the others whistling and cat-calling, and I smile against his lips as I pull away.
“Weren’t we fighting?” he asks, breathless.
I run my hands through his thick head of hair, slightly tugging on the ends. “I thought it over. Yes, you lied, but you also tried to do the right thing.”
He nuzzles my neck. “Fuck this feels good.”
“I think you’re worth the risk Dexter Black,” I whisper into his ear. “I want you.”
He curses again and carries me into our room, ignoring the leers from the others. Laying me back on the fresh sheets, he pulls down my jeans and panties, then sits me up and removes my top and bra. I lie there bare, while he stands before me completely dressed.
“This is all mine?” he asks in a deep rumble. His voice alone sends shivers up my spine, tingles throughout my body.
“If you want it,” I reply, arching my back a little.
“You know I do,” he growls now, pulling off his cut, t-shirt, and then his jeans. In nothing but his boxer shorts, I can see how much he wants me, how turned on he is from here. I can picture what his cock looks like in my head, and there’s nothing I want more than to see it again. To taste it. “When you look at me like that,” he groans, his heavy lidded gaze not leaving me as he slides down his boxer shorts.
“I’ll be gentle,” he says, rubbing his hand on my tummy. He braces himself over me, and I pull him down against my body. The skin on skin contact causes me to emit a sigh, which he catches with his mouth in a hungry kiss. He tastes like mint and smells like leather, and I can’t get enough of him. Digging my fingers into his back, I move my lips down his neck. He suddenly rolls us over, so I’m straddling him, then lifts his head and pays attention to my breasts with his mouth. When I can’t take any more, I take him in my hand and guide him into my body. We moan simultaneously as he fills me up, stretching me deliciously. I grind on him in smooth strokes, lifting and lowering my hips. He thrusts his hips up in rhythm, his finger finding my sweet spot and circling.