Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(31)

Slowly.

Heaven on earth.

“Come for me,” he growls, his eyes dark.

Two more strokes and my body obeys. Staring straight into his eyes, I let him see what he does to me. The effect he has on me. I mouth his name as the pleasure hits, enjoying the look on his face when he follows me into oblivion. I collapse onto his chest, sighing in contentment. As the haze lifts, I try to hop off him, but he holds me in place.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he says when I’ve caught my breath.

“Want to go again?” I ask, smiling with my eyes closed.

“Death by fairy,” he says, causing me to laugh. “First I need to feed my baby mama.”

I slap at his chest playfully. “I’d rather you call me fairy than baby mama.”

“Baby mama it is,” he says, running his finger over my nipple.

“Hey! Hands off, don’t be a tease,” I say with mock sternness.

He groans. “You stay here, I’ll bring you something to eat. Then I’ll show you the meaning of the word tease.”

“Sounds good,” I reply, unable to stop myself from smiling.

Dex looks around the room. “Did you tidy the room?”

I hear Arrow yelling, asking who has been in his room.

I hide under the covers.





Chapter Seventeen





I sit in the waiting room, nervously tapping my foot. Today is the day we are getting the scan to make sure everything looks good. We can also find out the sex of the baby if we choose to. Dex holds my hands, sitting beside me patiently. I lean into his warmth, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Faye,” my doctor calls out, smiling at me warmly.

“Hey doc,” I say as I walk into the room.

“How have you been?” he asks, pushing a pair of reading glasses on his nose.

“Good thanks, this is Dex,” I say. They shake hands then we get down to business. The doctor weighs me and makes me pee in a cup. When all looks well, we have a chat, and then he sends me to another room for the sonogram. I lie on my back as cold gel is applied to my stomach. Dex stands by my side, supporting me as much as he can. I appreciate his efforts. I stare at the screen, trying to make sense of it but seeing nothing but a blob.

“Everything looks great,” the lady says. “Do you want to find out the gender?”

I look at Dex. “Yes, please.”

“It looks like you’re having a baby girl, congratulations.”

“Fuck,” Dex mutters but smiles while he says it. I squeeze his fingers, emotion consuming me. I’m going to have a little girl. I try to picture what she might look like, dark-haired like her father? Dex leans down to my level and whispers, “She isn’t dating until she’s twenty-one.”

“Well with you and the rest of the MC, I don’t think she stands a chance,” I say. “All the boys will be too scared to even look her way.”

“And with good reason,” he says, sounding smug.

“I don’t know, you’re going to be an old man by then,” I tease as he wipes the gel off with a paper towel and helps me up. We thank the lady and head home.

Home.

Is it becoming my home?

*****

Staring down at my phone, I walk into the living area and come to a standstill as I survey the room. Dex is sitting in the middle, on the single recliner, while there are two club members on each side of him. Arrow and Rake on one, Tracker and Irish on the other. My eyes turning to slits, I look at each of their faces in confusion.

“Faye, we have something we’d like to discuss with you,” Dex says, gesturing for me to take a seat on the bean bag in the middle. Way to make me feel small. I take two steps towards them, curious as hell, when it hit me just what this is.

It’s a f*cking intervention.

What could I possibly need one for? I rack my brain to think of what they could have to say to me and come up empty. I sit down in the middle, facing my man. He’s trying to keep a straight face but his crinkling eyes are a dead giveaway.

“Is this an intervention?” I ask him, sitting with perfect posture and my chin lifted.

A lip twitch. “I guess you could call it that.”

Smiles all around.

“And what is it regarding exactly?” I ask, putting my lawyer face on.

Dex manages to keep straight face. “Arrow would you like to begin?”

I turn to Arrow, my face daring him to say something.

“When you cleaned my room, it felt like an invasion of my privacy,” he says, causing the men to all laugh.

I gape. “I was doing you a favor!”

“You picked my lock and snuck into my room to do it!” Irish calls out.

I cringe. “Well when you put it like that.”

I look at Tracker, who is staring down at me like I’m the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. “I haven’t even made it to your room yet,” I say, wondering why he’s here.

He grins wolfishly. “I know; I’m here for a different reason, to ask why I’ve been singled out.”

“Discrimination!” Arrow yells out.

I rub my palm down my face. “Fine, I’ll tone down the cleaning, but you,” I say pointing at Dex, “can’t stop me from doing our room.”