Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(39)

I look good.

My long hair frames my face and has volume on top, giving me a sexy look. My eyes are dark and smoky, my lips a blood red. The sides of my breasts are visible, but my nipples are covered by the black leather cut. My fair skin stands out even more. I had planned on wearing sexy heels, but I choose comfort instead and go barefoot.

When I hear him enter the door, I walk out to greet him. He stops in his tracks when he sees me standing here.

“Holy f*ck,” he whispers as his gaze devours me. He walks towards me, eyes on my body. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Stay still I need a photo of this,” he says, taking a picture with his phone. He slides it away then kisses my mouth. “How did I get so f*cking lucky? I’m going to send a thank you letter to the condom company.”

I gape. “You did not just say that.”

He grins crookedly. “What’s the occasion beautiful?”

“I have exams for the rest of the week so I thought we could celebrate your birthday early,” I say, rubbing my body against his. “You didn’t even tell me it was you’re birthday.”

“Not a big deal babe. Just another day.”

“Not anymore, it isn’t,” I reply, breathing him in.

“Let me have a quick shower, I have grease on me,” he says, kissing me once more before walking into the bathroom. I make myself busy in the kitchen, waiting for him to finish.

He enters the kitchen moments later, wearing nothing but a pair of low slung jeans. I stare at his body, appreciating the view.

“Take a seat,” I sat in a husky tone.

He sits down and stares at the table. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

I smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I f*ckin’ love it. Now come here,” he demands. I walk up to him, laughing as he pulls me onto his lap. “I’m going to make you scream my name a few times before we eat whatever smells so f*ckin’ good and has my mouth watering.”

He kisses me greedily, cupping my cheeks with his palms. I grip onto his shoulders, giving it back to him, kissing him with an intensity that surprises even me. When he leans me back against the table and f*cks me, I love every single second of it.

I love his expressions, the sounds he makes, the dirty way he talks to me.

The way he takes joy in my pleasure.

His bossiness and his demands.

I give as good as I get. I match his passion and his intensity.

He was made for me, this man.

I dig my fingers into his dragon tattoo and let the pleasure consume me.





Chapter Twenty Two





Vinnie drives me home from my exam the next day, and for that I’m grateful. I’m feeling extremely drained today and just want to go home and sleep.

“How did you do?” Vinnie asks.

“I think I did well,” I reply. “It wasn’t too hard.”

“Modest aren’t we?” he says with a chuckle.

I shrug. “Just honest. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me tonight while everyone goes out to celebrate.”

“It’s no biggie,” he says. “I was at Toxic last week.”

My head snaps to him. “They’re taking him to a strip club?”

Vinnie grimaces. “Didn’t you know? Fuck.”

Fuck is right. I send a text to Rake.

Faye: Where you taking Dex tonight?”

Rake: Why?

Faye: ‘Cuz I wanna know.

Rake: Wind Dragons’ night out--don’t ruin it.

Faye: #$!&^&^&^

Rake: Give the man his balls for the night!

Rake: Faye!

Faye: Fine.

Rake: Love you.

Faye: Fuck you.

I tilt my head back against the seat. It’s just a night out. Seeing hot naked women who aren’t pregnant and fat.

Fuck. I’m feeling insecure.

It’s not a good feeling, and it doesn’t look good on me.

“He won’t do anything. They’ll just drink and shoot the shit,” Vinnie tries to assure me.

“Yeah well, let him have his fun,” I reply, trying to keep my tone neutral.

While I sit at home studying and stuffing my face.

I see Jess and Trace sitting in the living area when I walk into the club house. Trace is one of the brothers who I never really talk to. He never really smiles and isn’t friendly and outgoing like the others. He’s very standoffish, and we generally steer clear of each other.

“Hey Jess,” I call out, nodding my head at Trace.

“Hey honey,” she replies. After the night we lost Mary, I gained the respect of the women. I no longer feel like an outsider. I belong here, by Dex’s side.

“How was the exam?” she asks.

“It was good,” I tell her. “I have another one tomorrow.”

Allie walks in behind Tracker. “Hey baby mama,” he says to me, kissing me on the cheek. I see Allie’s eyes flash as he does so, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead she smiles at me in greeting, a smile I return.

“All excited for tonight,” I ask Tracker, unable to mask the anger from my tone.

He shakes his head at me, lip twitching. “Like you have anything to worry about. The man’s not stupid.”