Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(33)

“She’s going to be a soccer player,” he says, chuckling.

I roll my eyes. “Is that so?”

He kisses my cheek. “You know I’m riding out today.”

“I know,” I sulk. He’s going away on ‘club business’ and will be gone a few days. I don’t like it, but I don’t say anything. This is his life, and I knew what it was about before I agreed to be with him. Our relationship is new, and Dex is going to do what he has to do.

“Vinnie and two other prospects are staying behind to keep an eye on you, and Mary and the other women will be here to keep you company,” he says, turning my head to look at him.

“I’ll be fine,” he says, knowing that I’m worried about him. Whatever business they have, it’s not the kind one does in an office.

“If you even look at another woman…”

He cuts me off. “Don’t threaten me babe, and you know I don’t have eyes for anyone but you.”

“Fine but I don’t care who offers you hospitality with their women, you say no. There is no what happens on the road stays on the road with us.” I let my expression tell him how serious I am about this.

“Have you been watching Sons of Anarchy again?” he asks, body shaking with laughter. Jerk.

“Maybe,” I admit, shrugging sheepishly.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he admits, pushing my hair behind my ear. “I’ll call and message you when I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” I sigh. “I’ll just do my contract law assignments.”

And try not to fall asleep.

“Don’t go anywhere without Vinnie, alright babe?”

I promise him I won’t.

“I gotta get ready to head out,” he says, standing with me in his arms. Fuck, he’s strong.

“What? I don’t get goodbye sex?” I ask, pouting.

“Wasn’t that what we had an hour ago?”

“No that was morning sex,” I say sagely, nodding.

“Can’t leave my woman wanting, can I now?” he says.

He carries me into the room and slams the door behind him.





Chapter Eighteen





I ring my parents, but they just hang up on me. I stare at the phone for about twenty minutes, wondering what kind of shit people they are. So I got pregnant? I don’t really see that as a reason to cut me out, more like a reason to support me when I’m clearly vulnerable. I try to ignore the hurt but it’s hard. They were far from perfect parents, but surely they had to care about me just a little? I know I shouldn’t be surprised. I wasn’t when they kicked me out, but being a mother to be I guess I can’t understand cutting your child out of your life without so much as a backwards glance.

I send Vinnie a text message asking if he could take me to run some errands. He replies instantly telling me he will be ready in five minutes. I get ready, dressing in a yellow baby doll dress and putting my hair up in a high ponytail. My hair is long and wavy and can be difficult to handle. Sometimes it needs to be beaten into submission, but it actually looks good today. I want to look nice and feel even better after that call with my parents and Dex’s absence.

I’m determined to make today a good one.

My phone beeps with a new message.

Dex: Stick with Vinnie today babe. Want you safe.

There needs to be an acronym for rolling my eyes. Maybe I could start one? RME?

Faye: RME! We will be fine. Come home safe, don’t worry about me.

Dex: Not possible.

Dex: WTF is RME?!

I start to giggle.

Faye: Rolling my eyes.

Dex: Babe.

Faye: What?

Dex: Be good.

Faye: I’m always good.

Dex: That’s what I’m worried about. Heading out.

Faye: Love you.

I click send, and then realize what the f*ck I just said. It came so naturally I didn’t even think. So much for a good day. I spend the next few hours at the library stressing over how Dex would take that message. He didn’t reply. He didn’t call. And now I’m freaked right out.

What if I’ve scared him off? What if he doesn’t feel the same?

I’m such an idiot. I told him I loved him for the first time via text message.

Who does that?

High school kids or cowards, maybe. I’m neither, but what I am is pretty damn embarrassed.

Vinnie and I get ice cream together, which is becoming routine for us. Every time he’s sent out to watch over me, we end up there, trying a different flavor each time.

“How’s the toffee?” I ask him, coveting his ice cream.

“Really good, how’s the strawberry?” he asks, taking a bite out of his cone.

“It’s okay,” I say, still staring at his.

He laughs knowingly. “I’ll get you a toffee one if you want.”

“That’s okay I’ll get one next time,” I say. “Guess what, I had a productive morning. I made up an acronym. RME… Rolling my eyes!”

Vinnie stares. “That already is one, you didn’t know that?”

“No,” I sulk. “How did you know that?”

So much for that. No one has ever said it to me before—just saying.

“You’re so f*ckin’ weird sometimes,” he muses, looking back to his ice cream.