“What if in the future I become the club’s lawyer?” I blurt out. Holy shit where did that idea come from? Was Dex even serious when he mentioned this idea? Is this something I want in my future?
He studies me under a new light. “Then that’s different, I guess. But you’d still be on a need to know basis.”
“So I guess I’ll never be getting my own cut then,” I sigh, thinking about my conversation with Vinnie. Jim laughs again then starts coughing.
I cringe. “Anything I can get you?”
“A new set of lungs?” he replies, smirking at me.
“How about some water,” I offer instead. He nods so I pour him a glass of iced water. Placing it in front of him he takes a sip then resumes smoking. I want to point out he should probably quit, but instead I stand up.
“I’m going to do some assignments,” I tell him. “Hope you feel better Jimbo.”
His rumbly laugh follows me to my room.
*****
I save my work and close my laptop the moment I hear the rumble of motorcycles. Is one of them Dex?
Only one way to find out.
I glance at my phone to check the time, five pm. He’s been gone for two days, and I’ve missed him like crazy. Mary’s been cooking for me, apparently Dex had called her and told her to look after me. I was a little annoyed, but I thought it was cute too. We had a healthy lunch yesterday and chatted for a while before she got called into work to treat an injured dog. Then I cleaned the kitchen, the living areas, my room, and the bathroom. Like spring cleaning. You could now eat off the floor, it was that clean. When I tried to clean up Jim’s office, Cindy yelled at me. That woman is scary. So I snuck into Arrow’s room and cleaned his instead. It took the longest—the man lives like a pig. The pregnancy book mentioned something about nesting, but I didn’t think that was supposed to happen so early. I make my way to the front door and stand there, watching Dex sliding off his bike. Dressed in his cut, he looks amazing. Arrow and Tracker stand next to him, chatting, until they spot me. Arrow nudges Dex, who turns to look at me, then makes his way over.
“Everything okay?” he asks when he reaches me. I jump onto him, latching my arms around his neck.
“I missed you,” I say, catching him off guard with my open-mouthed kiss. His hands grip my ass, holding me up. I hear the others whistling and cat-calling, and I smile against his lips as I pull away.
“Weren’t we fighting?” he asks, breathless.
I run my hands through his thick head of hair, slightly tugging on the ends. “I thought it over. Yes, you lied, but you also tried to do the right thing.”
He nuzzles my neck. “Fuck this feels good.”
“I think you’re worth the risk Dexter Black,” I whisper into his ear. “I want you.”
He curses again and carries me into our room, ignoring the leers from the others. Laying me back on the fresh sheets, he pulls down my jeans and panties, then sits me up and removes my top and bra. I lie there bare, while he stands before me completely dressed.
“This is all mine?” he asks in a deep rumble. His voice alone sends shivers up my spine, tingles throughout my body.
“If you want it,” I reply, arching my back a little.
“You know I do,” he growls now, pulling off his cut, t-shirt, and then his jeans. In nothing but his boxer shorts, I can see how much he wants me, how turned on he is from here. I can picture what his cock looks like in my head, and there’s nothing I want more than to see it again. To taste it. “When you look at me like that,” he groans, his heavy lidded gaze not leaving me as he slides down his boxer shorts.
“I’ll be gentle,” he says, rubbing his hand on my tummy. He braces himself over me, and I pull him down against my body. The skin on skin contact causes me to emit a sigh, which he catches with his mouth in a hungry kiss. He tastes like mint and smells like leather, and I can’t get enough of him. Digging my fingers into his back, I move my lips down his neck. He suddenly rolls us over, so I’m straddling him, then lifts his head and pays attention to my breasts with his mouth. When I can’t take any more, I take him in my hand and guide him into my body. We moan simultaneously as he fills me up, stretching me deliciously. I grind on him in smooth strokes, lifting and lowering my hips. He thrusts his hips up in rhythm, his finger finding my sweet spot and circling.
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 fucking 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.