Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(42)

I scrub my hand down my face. “It’s the past. It just shows that I’ve made the right choices since leaving Eric. Let them have each other—hell they deserve each other.”

He exhales, then smiles shakily. “You took that better than I expected.”

Something else hits me then. “Wait a minute…”

He freezes.

“You knew that Eric had slept with Renee when we first slept together,” I say, my mind working. When it hits me, I grit my teeth. “You used me to get back at Eric!”

He rubs the back of his neck. “At the time, maybe. But I wanted you. You’re f*ckin’ beautiful, babe, of course I wanted you.”

“I was living a fantasy that night… and you were just doing it to get back at him?” I ask, my face falling.

“A fantasy?”

“You were the first boy I ever noticed… in that way. It was a childhood crush that turned into a teenage fantasy. I’ve always wanted you, I just never thought it was possible to have you,” I admit.

“Faye, I ran into you, I didn’t go looking for you. You were there, and you took my breath away. I couldn’t believe my eyes, how sexy you were. I remember thinking how much of a dumb f*ck Eric was to cheat on someone like you with someone like her.”

I stare at him as my mind races.

“So it was more than just getting back at Eric? Because if you didn’t find out I was pregnant, I’m not sure we would have never seen each other again,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest protectively.

Silence. Then, “I came by your uni once. It was a week after we slept together, and I wanted to see you. You were standing there wearing all black holding an animal print folder, and your hair was down and sticking out in every direction.”

He smiles, like it’s a fond memory.

“Really?” I ask, my voice gentling.

“Yes. You need to understand babe, you were doing well. Going to law school, making something of yourself. And you’re young. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew I wasn’t exactly good for you. You’d gotten rid of Eric and for that I was f*ckin’ happy. You had a chance at a fresh start. Sure you fascinated me, but I didn’t really know what I was feeling so I just watched you, and then I left.”

His eyes plead with me to understand. I appreciate his honestly and tell him so. I was trying to get over Eric, and Dex was trying to get back at Eric. This whole thing is stupid and messed up.

“You know what? Who cares how we got together. We’re here now, in love, and about to have a child,” I find myself saying. “As long as you don’t screw up now, I don’t care about what happened before.”

I laugh at his shocked expression. “I can be reasonable Dex. Unless you cheat on me. That’s another story,” I say, my gaze going to his crotch, the threat visible in my eyes.

He cringes and cups himself. “I won’t f*ckin’ cheat, I already told you.”

“Just making sure honey,” I reply, smiling at him, the evil in me gone.

“You can be a psycho sometimes, you know that right?” he says, getting down on his knees in front of me. I sit on the edge of the bed, now at each other’s eye level.

“I’m your psycho,” I whisper bringing my face closer to his.

Our foreheads touch.

“I want you to be my wife,” he whispers.

“Did you just call me a psycho then propose?” I ask, my eyebrows hitting my hairline. Now who’s as romantic as Shakespeare? Not.

He grins playfully, leaning in for a quick kiss. “Marry me.”

“Okay,” I reply, kissing him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Of course. I love you, and I’d love to be your wife,” I say, smiling with watery eyes.

He peppers kisses all over my face. “It’s like… I breathe you babe. There is no other way to explain it.”

That line is much better.

“I breathe you too Dex,” I say, our mouths touching briefly.

“You know you’re the only one who I let call me that,” he says, grinning.

“Dex?”

“Yeah, everyone else knows to call me by my road name.”

“Why do they call you Sin?”

I stare into his amused gaze. “Why do you think they call me Sin?”

“Because you sin on a daily basis? Or maybe because you’re sinfully sexy?” I guess.

He kisses my lips. “You think I’m sinfully sexy?”

I bite his bottom lip. “You know I do.”

“And I think you were made for me…” he whispers.

I have to agree.





Chapter Twenty Four





I pick up my sandwich and take a bite, chewing thoughtfully as I stare at the man sitting opposite me.

“Can I ask you something?” I say to him after I’ve swallowed.

“You just did,” he replies, looking up at me. Irish and I aren’t that close, but we get along.

“How did you get the scars?” I ask, looking at his neck and jawline.

He puts down the newspaper he was reading and stares. “Knife fight.”

“Hate to see the other guy,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.