Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(47)

“Come on honey, I’ll show you your room,” Paula says. She doesn’t look anything like Jim, with her fair hair and features.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here,” I say.

She waves her hand. “No bother at all. In fact I could use the company. It gets a little boring out here.”

She shows me to the guest room. A large room with yellow walls and a big bed covered in white sheets. “It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“I don’t know about that, but it will do. Are you hungry? I’m just about to make something to eat,” she says kindly. Mathew carries my bag in and places it on the floor.

“Thank you,” I tell him, mustering a smile for him.

“No problem,” he says, walking away.

Paula sighs. “Not a man of many words my Matthew. Come on I’ll give you a tour.”

She shows me the house, and the huge land that surrounds it. They have horses, sheep, and cows. It really is a peaceful place, with fresh air and scenic views.

I could learn to enjoy my time here.





Chapter Twenty Seven





I check my phone obsessively for the first two days. Dex messages back whenever he can, and tells me everything is okay. I get a call as he wakes up, and a text before he goes to sleep, which is much later than me but I don’t mind. Day three, four, and five passes the same. Calls and messages, but no mention of what’s going on or when I’ll be going home.

Faye: I miss you.

Dex: Miss you too.

Faye: What’s going on over there?

Dex: Trust me. Will call when I can.

Faye: Okay. I want to come home.

Dex: When it’s safe.

How long is that going to take? I don’t think anyone is ever going to be safe.

Paula takes me to see a doctor for a check-up. I feel depressed that Dex wasn’t there with me.

Selfish, I know.

When I don’t hear from Dex on day six and seven, I call Cindy who tells me Dex is okay—just busy.

But something doesn’t feel right.

I call Arrow, Irish, and Tracker. No one answers.

I start to panic.

The next day I ring Jim and demand answers. “Little girl,” he sighs.

“Just tell me!” I yell into the phone. Is he dead? In hospital?

“He’s in jail. Cops came to search the clubhouse. Dex was armed.”

Jail?

“When will he get out?” I croak, clutching onto the phone so hard it might break.

“We will find out soon, I sent the club’s lawyer to try and get him out. Stay strong, okay?”

“I will,” I mutter before we both hang up.

Jail.

At least he’s alive.

*****

When I finally get his call a few days later, the tears refuse to subside.

“Faye,” he says quietly as a greeting.

“Oh my god Dex,” I cry into the phone. I start to pace as we talk.

“How are you and the baby?” he asks.

“We’re both fine. When can you get out?” I ask him, rushing the words out

He sighs. “My lawyer is trying to get me out on bail. Should find out soon.”

“I miss you,” I whisper.

“You too,” he replies. “I don’t have much time.”

“Is it safe for me to go home?” I ask.

“Wait there until I come and get you,” is all he says in reply.

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you more.”

We hang up.

*****

The next day I’m lying in bed when there’s a knock at the door. “Come in Paula!” I call out.

The door opens, and I turn my head. Then I scream. “Dex! You’re here!”

He walks over. “Don’t get out of bed for me.”

With my size, it’s kind of hard to anyway.

He takes me into his arms, kissing my forehead, my nose, and finally my lips. “Missed you so f*ckin’ much Faye.”

He kisses my stomach twice.

“I missed you too. I was going crazy. What happened? And how are you here?” I ask him, not letting go of him for even one second.

“Lawyer got me out on bail this morning, I stopped at the clubhouse first, then came straight here,” he says, nuzzling my neck. When he starts to trail kisses down my collarbone I struggle to breathe.

“I’m not done questioning you yet,” I tell him.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“Cops raided the clubhouse. I was armed, they took me in. Got done with possession of a firearm,” he says, kissing my mouth before I can say anything in return. He pulls down the strap of my white sundress and brushes his thumb over one of my nipples. I moan into his mouth.

“I want you,” he says against my lips.

“Then take me,” I reply. I thread my fingers through his hair and grip on the ends. His lips don’t leave mine as his fingers start to explore my body. I start to pull his t-shirt off, gripping the hem that sits just above his ass and sliding it upwards. He pulls away from me for a second to tug it over his head and throw it on the floor. I admire it for a few seconds, before he lays back.

“I don’t want to squash you. Can you ride me?” he asks, lifting up my dress.