Chapter Thirty One
He walks out, his stride slow, dressed in that hideous green jumpsuit.
“Arrow,” I whisper, and he sits down, his small smile and eyes for Clover and Clover only.
“She’s gotten so big,” he rasps, taking her in from head to toe. “Brother,” he says, nodding his head at Dex, and then looking to me and giving me a warm look. “Faye.”
Clover makes a giggling sound, and we all look down at her.
“She looks just like you,” he says to me, flashing Dex a look that says ‘good luck with that.’
It’s so awkward making conversation with someone in prison. What do you ask them? How are you? What did you do today? What are your plans for the week? We let Arrow guide the conversation and answer him as he asks how everyone is and what he’s been missing out on. We stay for an hour before we have to leave.
As we walk to our car in silence, I try to push away the miserable feeling of leaving him behind.
“Let’s go home babe,” Dex says, his palm rubbing his chest, right where his four leaf clover tattoo is.
I look back at the prison one last time, before opening the door and putting Clover in the car seat.
“How come you never let me drive your car?” I ask when we get on the road.
“Have you seen you drive?”
“Yes, and I’m awesome,” I reply, my eyes narrowing.
He scoffs. “What were you wearing for your driving test? Something f*ckin’ short I bet. With your tits out.”
I gasp in outrage. “You did not just say that.”
I think back to what I wore for my driving test. Jeans. And okay, maybe a low cut top, but that’s not why I passed my test.
“See. You were, weren’t you?” he says, sounding smug.
“No, I wasn’t,” I lie.
“Liar.”
“Annoying,” I mutter under my breath.
His hand rubs up my thigh. “Are you happy?”
I turn to him, taken off guard by the seriousness of his tone. “I’m very happy.”
“Good,” he replies, soft blue eyes on me for a second before turning back to the road.
“I’d tell you if I wasn’t,” I add. “Trust me, you’d know.”
His lip twitches. “Good.”
“Are you happy?” I ask.
“You’re everything to me. You and Clover. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life,” he says quietly.
“Good answer,” I mutter under my breath.
He grins. “I’m learning.”
I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “I breathe you babe.”
He turns his head and catches my lips in a quick kiss. “Right back at you.”
*****
I aim the gun like a pro and shoot at the target.
“F*ck, you’re getting good,” Dex says when I’m done.
“I’m a woman of many talents,” I tell him, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
“Don’t I know it,” he adds, gaze dropping to my mouth. “It’s hot seeing you handle a weapon.”
I love when he looks at me like he has to have me, right then and there. I didn’t exactly lose all my baby weight after Clover. My stomach is a little rounder and has a few stretch marks. Dex doesn’t seem to mind one bit though.
“I feel confident with guns. Now we need to move onto something else. Knife throwing maybe?” I propose. I’d just seen a movie in the cinemas with a hot ass guy throwing knifes and now I wanted to try it.
“Knife throwing?” he asks, eyes dancing with amusement.
“What about fencing? That ought to be a good time,” I suggest.
Now he straight out laughs at me.
“I want to learn how to ride my own motorcycle too,” I tell him. I love being on the back of his bike.
Love it.
I want to learn how to ride one of my own too.
“That I can teach you,” he muses, eyes turning hungry.
“Good, I’d hate to have to ask one of the other men,” I tease.
His eyes immediately darken. “You don’t get on the back of anyone else’s bike, or let them teach you anything, you know this.”
“I’ve only ever been on the back of your bike.”
“I know,” he says. “And that’s how it’s gonna stay. Isn’t it?”
He leans forward and cups my chin in his hands. My breath hitches, and I feel my body respond to his tone.
“Only you Dex,” I assure him.
“Want to f*ck you bent over my bike,” he whispers into my ear. “Your ass sticking out, ready and waiting for me.”
I rub against him, only to feel him hard already. Good, I’m not the only one getting turned on here.
“Take me home prez,” I whisper into his ear, nibbling on the lobe.
Epilogue
Dex scoops some baby food on the spoon, then makes an airplane sound, trying to get Clover to open her little mouth. She opens it, but then closes it at the last second, making the food dribble all down her chin. Dex takes a bib and wipes it, then tries another trick, trying to make her laugh then quickly put the spoon in the mouth.
It doesn’t work.
“Clover, you need to eat to become big and strong like your dad,” he tells her, trying again. This time, she opens her mouth but then spits it out all. A blob lands on his face.
He sighs patiently, and raises his thickly muscled arm to wipe the food from his face.
I start laughing, I can’t help it.
He spins to see me, wiping the food from his face. “Thank f—... Thank eff you’re here.”
“I’ve been here for a while, I was just watching you,” I admit, unable to hide my smirk.
He puffs out a breath “I need a smoke.”
“Go have one I’ll give Clover a bath,” I tell him, taking her out of her high chair.
“How was class?” he asks, slapping me gently on the ass.
“Same as usual,” I reply, kissing my daughter’s chubby cheek.
“So you’re kicking ass then?”
“Of course,” I reply. I’m one of the top students in my class.
He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “That’s my girl.”
He kisses the top of my head, then Clover’s.
I smile to myself.
This wasn’t how I thought my life would turn out, but I’m glad it did.
Dexter Black turned my world upside down, but then he gave me his.
And his world is where I want to be, as long as he’s right there by my side.
*****
My high heel pumps tap on the floor, the clicking sound keeping me distracted. Holding my file close to my chest, I wait impatiently. Finally, I see him walk out, carrying a bag in his hand.
“Took your time,” he calls out as he walks towards me, looking in desperate need of a haircut.
“Sorry,” I reply, throwing my arms around him. “I kind of had to get my degree first, then wait for you to be granted parole.”
“Where’s your husband?” he asks, looking around for Dex.
“Everyone is waiting for you back at the clubhouse,” I say. “And we all know I’m your favourite person, so I came alone.”
They have something planned for his welcome home and were busy getting it organized. I know it involved a bunch of strippers they were bringing to the clubhouse and lots of alcohol. Arrow’s kind of party.
“Let’s get the f*ck out of here,” he growls. “I’ve been in there so long, even you’re starting to look good.”
I gasp and punch him in the arm, ignoring his husky laughter.
“Still your charming self I see. And you think I want to be here? I feel like I live here,” I complain, shaking my head.
His lip curves slightly. “Comes with the territory.”
“I’m going to practise at the shooting range, want to come?” I ask.
“Very f*cking funny.”
I grin and take Arrow home.
The End