Chapter Fourteen
When Dex and I walk back into the clubhouse, there are people everywhere. He wasn’t joking about the party. The place is filled with bikers I haven’t met before, and Dex explains to me that they are Wind Dragons from other chapters. He stops to greet a tall, burly-looking man.
“Long time no see,” the man says, slapping Dex on the shoulder.
“I know, how you been?” Dex asks him.
“All good,” the man replies, staring at a woman who walks by.
Dex laughs. “You enjoy yourself, you hear?”
“You not sticking around?” the man asks, looking down at me as if finally noticing me. “Maybe we could share this fine little thing.”
Dex stiffens. “No can do, bro, she’s mine.”
The man doesn’t look pleased. “When you come my way, I let you have any bitch you want.”
Dex nods. “This one’s different. No disrespect, but no one touches her but me.”
The man nods in acceptance but still doesn’t look happy. I keep my mouth shut, knowing this is not the time for me to speak.
Dex says bye, and we continue on. The place is swarming with beautiful women, and I don’t miss the looks they shoot Dex. My fist clenches as I see one in particular, staring at him as though she’s already had him. When Dex steers me away from her, I assume she has. Before we can walk down the hall that leads to our room, a stunning redhead stops in front of Dex and puts her hand on his chest.
Oh, hell no!
“Sin, long time no see,” she purrs.
Dex pushes her hand off, which I appreciate. “Not interested.”
“That’s not what you said last time,” she replies, licking her lips. She has wide green eyes and hardly any clothes on. I can’t even lie—she’s a knockout. If I swung that way...
“It’s what I’m saying now. Now get the f*ck out of my way,” he says in a voice so cold, even I cringe.
“You’ve never turned me down before,” she says, now frowning and finally looking to me. “Sin...”
“He said no. Have some f*cking self-respect,” I say before she can start begging.
She opens her mouth to say something when Dex eventually grabs my arm and walks around her, leaving her standing there with her mouth hanging open. He locks the door behind us as we enter the room and puts all the shopping bags on the bed.
“Well that was interesting,” I say slowly. “An old friend of yours?”
“Babe,” is all he says. Like that’s an answer!
“And who was that man?” I ask.
Dex grins. “Good thing he backed down or we would have had a problem. And you stayed quiet, good girl.”
“I’m learning,” I say dryly. “At least with the men.”
He laughs at me. “Good to see.”
“What did you want to show me?” I ask, sliding my shoes off and sitting on the bed.
“Oh, right,” he says, opening a drawer and pulling out four books.
“Books?” I ask, my eyebrows reaching my hairline.
He sits down next to me on the bed and spreads them out. Two are baby name books, one is a book about pregnancy, and the other is about labor. My throat starts to burn at the thoughtful gesture and the proof that he’s serious about this. “This is really nice.”
He shrugs it off. “I want to be prepared. Soon we can move into my house, and the baby will have his own room we can fix up.”
“Your house?” I ask, feeling confused.
He winces. “I have a house babe, it’s getting renovated right now. It will be ready in a month. I don’t expect you to stay here forever, especially not with the little one.”
Well thank f*ck for that.
I open one of the baby books. “I like this name.”
“What is it?”
I point to the name and show it to him.
“Gertrude?” he asks, snatching the book from me. “Nice try Faye.”
I giggle. “Fine, what names do you like? Since you’ve now said no to Sirius and Gertrude, which were both excellent ideas I might add.”
“Maybe we should make a list,” he surmises.
“I’ll find out the sex at the appointment on Thursday,” I tell him, lying back on the bed.
“Really?” he asks. “I think it’s going to be a boy.”
“Think you’re that lucky, do you?”
“Well if I have a girl who looks like you, I’m going to be screwed, don’t you think?”
I blush, looking away from his intense gaze.
“Can I?” he asks, touching the hem of my top.
“Yeah,” I whisper as he lifts up my top and runs his hands over my small belly. When he places a kiss right below my belly button, I stop breathing.
“I’m gonna see you soon little one,” he murmurs to my stomach, placing one more kiss before pulling my top back down. I look away so he doesn’t see the tears gathering in my eyes.
He clears this throat. “I got us Supernatural to watch.”
I love Supernatural. “How did you know?”
He shakes his head in amusement. “Your phone background.”
A practically naked Jensen Ackles picture. Right, that would do it. “Of course.”
He puts the DVD on and turns the volume up high to block out the music from the other side of the house. “So what’s with you and Allie?” I find the courage to ask.
He shrugs. “She’s always around.”
I really don’t think that’s an answer. “No emotional connection?”
“You always this nosy?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“I thought so,” he replies, his tone of voice letting me know that he’s amused rather than annoyed. Eric used to always get annoyed with me when I asked questions, which now makes sense because he had a whole lot to hide. Dex, on the other hand, is rather patient with me, which I appreciate. “And to answer your question, it sounds bad, but no there aren’t any emotional ties to her. It was just sex. She knew it, and I knew it.”
I like the fact that he used past tense. I really do.
“Good,” I reply, trying not to sound happy and failing.
His deep chuckle fills the room. “Come here babe.”
I slide over to him and rest my head on his chest. His fingers gently comb through my hair, and he kisses the top of my head. “Do you care that you’re missing the party?”
“No, not at all. That’s been my life for years now; I’m ready to move onto something better. That’s not to say we can’t go out and have some fun though,” he replies after a moment. Feeling bold, my arm reaches out and over his hard abs. I risk a glance at him to see him watching me, amusement glistening in his eyes.
“That was a pretty smooth move there Faye,” he teases, and I hide my face in his shirt.
“It’s not my fault. You’re hot,” I grumble, breathing him in.
“I thought I was a jerk,” he replies, stroking my hair once more.
“You’re a hot jerk.”
His chest shakes under my head. “You’re making my pillow shake!”
“Your pillow is my chest,” he decides to point out.
“Exactly,” I huff, lifting my head up and staring at him. God, his face is so close to mine, if I leant a little closer, my lips would be on his.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he growls, hand cupping my jaw.
“Like what?” I ask breathlessly.
“Like you want me more than anything else in the world,” he says, his eyes on my lips.
“Right now I do,” I say, slightly leaning forward until our lips touch.
We stare at each other for a few tense seconds.
“F*ck it,” he says, capturing my lips with his. He licks at my mouth until I open for him, then he delves inside—tasting me.
Owning me.
The kiss is possessive, filled with raging want and need. All rational thought disappears, and there is no one else in the world.
I want Dex, and he wants me.
It’s simple. Basic.
And the only thing that matters.
He sucks on my bottom lip then trails open-mouth kisses down my jawline and my neck. Rolling me over onto my back he lifts up my top over my bra, kissing up my stomach. Pushing up the cups of my bra, he licks around my breasts, teasing me. After a few moments’ torture he finally pays attention to my nipples, licking and sucking them just the way I like it, a little bit hard. He pulls back to pull down my shorts, ogling my red boyleg panties in appreciation for a second before he wrenches them down as well. He kisses around my inner thighs then places his mouth at my center.
“Dex,” I moan as his tongue hits the spot. My hands tangle in my hair as my head tilts back against the pillow. His tongue is magic and is giving me just what I need. A curse leaves my lips and my thighs quiver as he inserts a finger, pushing me over the edge.
I scream his name as I’m lost in the throes of pleasure, wave after wave breaking over me. He doesn’t remove his mouth, prolonging my release. It’s not long before I’m begging him to stop, feeling too sensitive. He gives me one last lick before he pulls back, staring at me with a possessive look on his handsome face. Heavy lidded blue eyes study me, watching as I try to regain my breath. I reach for him but he shakes his head slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up.
“Nothing babe, it was just for you,” he says, lying back down next to me. It was just for me?
“What about you?” I ask him, staring down at the hardness straining against his jeans.
“Shh,” he says, pulling me into his arms.
“Dex...”
“Babe, I just wanted to take care of you, I don’t expect anything in return,” he says in a deep rumble.
I lie there feeling confused. And a little rejected. Did he just reject me?
“Did you just reject me?” I ask, voicing my concern.
He sighs heavily. “No sweetheart I did not reject you. We will talk more about this tomorrow okay? Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
I don’t understand, but I let it go. He can explain tomorrow.
Feeling sated, I snuggle into him and fall asleep.