Текст книги "Dragon's Lair"

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Chapter Eight

I spend the rest of the day enrolling in uni, ordering textbooks, and making plans. When dinner time comes around, I head out in search of food.

“Hello,” I say to Mary, one of the girls I’d met this morning.

“Hey Faye,” she replies, smiling sweetly. “Dinner is almost ready.”

“Where is everyone?” I ask her. I haven’t seen Dex since he brought me lunch at around one o’clock.

“The women are around somewhere, I don’t know about the men,” she replies, shrugging slightly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” I say, gently tapping my stomach. “Does everyone live here?” I ask, gesturing to the clubhouse.

“Everyone has a room here, but they don’t all live here. They crash here whenever they feel like it,” she replies, stirring the pasta she made.

“What about you?” I ask, taking a seat.

“I don’t live here, I just come by most days. I’m kind of seeing Arrow,” she explains. I want to ask what ‘kind of’ seeing means, but I don’t. Jessica, Allie, and another girl named Jayla walk into the kitchen.

“Hey girls,” Jessica calls out as she sees us. Allie rolls her eyes, and Jayla says nothing. Mary gives me a knowing smile. She is really beautiful, with dark hair and clear green eyes. Arrow is a lucky man that’s for sure. My phone vibrates, another message from Eric. I really think I need to change my number.

The men pour in, and I find myself wedged between Dex and Rake.

Not the worst place to be.

“You okay?” Dex asks, his eyes softening when they land on me.

I nod. “I’m fine.”

“You smell good,” Rake says, leaning in closer, invading my personal space.

I smell him in return. “You smell like sex, cigarettes, and leather.”

His lips curve slowly. “I had a busy day.”

“I can see that,” I reply through laughter, taking a bite of my pasta. Mary is a good cook too, Arrow needs to wife her, pronto.

“How was your day Dex?” I ask him, speaking softly so not everyone can hear.

He gently nudges me with his shoulder. “Busy.”

“What did you do?” I ask, knowing I was pushing it a little.

“Worked,” he replies, taking a bite of his food.

“Where do you work?” I ask.

He puts his fork down. “I’m a bike mechanic.”

I lean in closer to him. “Is that what you tell people?” I mock-whisper.

Rake laughs, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him. Dex’s lips tighten as he glares at Rake’s hand. His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow to slits. I stare at him, watching us, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. So he doesn’t care if another man touches me? I grit my teeth and smile at Rake, then concentrate on my food. Why does he want me here when he doesn’t want me? Oh right, his son or daughter. He or she is probably going to come out dressed in leather. I glance up in time to see Allie smirk at me. Smug bitch. I ignore her and everyone else, including Rake and his roaming hands, then rinse and put my bowl and fork in the dishwasher. After that I grab some juice and head back to my room. Trying not to feel sorry for myself, I watch my favourite movie on my laptop. Mario Casas always makes me feel better.

When Dex hasn’t returned to the room two hours later, I feel the loneliest I’ve felt in my life. I even consider messaging Eric back. How desperate am I? I take a quick shower and dress in the oversized shirt I sleep in. It belonged to Eric, but that’s not why it’s my favourite. It’s soft, falls just to my knees, and is my favourite shade of blue. I stick my head out of the door and look around. I know everyone must be in the games room. It’s a vast space with a pool table, darts, and huge comfy couches. I walk towards the noise, coming to a standstill when I see Dex. He’s in the corner of the living room, Allie pressed tightly against him. She leans in to kiss him, and I look away.

He’s not mine.

I need to remind myself that. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s not my anything, other than my child’s father. I run my hands along my stomach. I ignore the pain, the hurt that I’m feeling, and walk towards the kitchen. I’m getting some warm milk and then going to bed. Today needs to be over already. On my way to the fridge I bump face first into a hard chest. A very hard chest.

“Sorry,” I mumble into someone’s shirt.

A deep chuckle. “I definitely like these pajamas better.”

“Tracker,” I gasp, looking up into his handsome face.

“How are you doing beautiful?” he asks, dark eyes gazing into mine.

“I’ve been better,” I say honestly, forcing a smile. “I’m going to get some milk and go to bed.”

“Where’s Sin?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

I shrug nonchalantly. “With the guys, I guess.” Or sucking face with that hag.

Tracker scowls, then walks in front of me to the fridge. He pulls out the milk, tips some in a saucepan and puts it on the stove. He’s warming milk for me? I stare at him, covered in tattoos, dressed from head to toe in black, warming milk. A giggle escapes me.

“What’s so amusing?” he asks, turning to look at me.

I shrug, grinning. “Big bad biker, heating up milk for me. Thanks Tracker.”

He smiles and returns to the task at hand, pouring the heated milk into a mug and giving it to me. “You want to watch a movie with me?”

“I’d love to,” I whisper. He leads me down the hall, past my room, further into the back of the compound. Opening one of the doors, he leads me inside and sits me down on the bed.

“You sure you want to spend your night with me?” I ask him.

“What else would I be doing?” he asks as he puts the TV on.

“Engaging in hot public sex?”

He laughs. “No offence, but you’ve been here for what? A couple nights? I’m not saying that doesn’t happen here, because it does, but that’s not the only thing we’re about.”

“I don’t meant to be judgmental, but… I don’t know. I don’t think I could get used to seeing that.”

“Sin told everyone to be on their best behavior so don’t worry,” he says, coming to sit down next to me.

I sip my milk. “Want some?”

He laughs at me, looking amused.

I frown. “Does that mean you don’t want any milk?”

He takes it from me and takes a sip. When he leans forward and brushes his lips against mine, I don’t stop him. I don’t really have a reason to.

“Lie back and get some rest,” he says, turning his attention back to the TV. I do as I’m told, and a minute later I fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter Nine

I wake up in the middle of the night to yelling. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, confused. Then I remember watching TV with Tracker. I put my phone light on and see Tracker fast asleep on his stomach. I really appreciate him looking after me, keeping me company when I was feeling like shit. I hear a loud crash and quickly touch Tracker on the shoulder.

“Tracker, something’s going on,” I say, shaking him lightly. He wakes with a start, rolling me under him.

“Faye?” he says, sounding confused. Another crash. He lifts his head up and then looks back down at me. “Stay here.”

I nod as he gets off the bed, grabs a gun from one of his drawers, and exits the room. A gun? More yelling and something else breaking. What the hell is going on here? I hear Tracker’s voice, shouting, and I heard my name being said. I stand up, turn on the light, then move into the corner of the room as I hear pounding steps. Then, the door opens with a bang. Dex stands there, fists clenched and expression set in anger. Tracker stands behind him, shooting Dex an unhappy look.

What on earth?

“What happened?” I ask, seeing Dex’s bruised knuckles.

“Get in my fuckin’ room right now, Faye,” he growls, his tone laced with fury. I look at Tracker, which makes Dex even angrier.

“Don’t look to him, he isn’t going to save you. Now!” he yells, taking a step towards me.

“Sin…” Tracker starts.

“Shut the fuck up brother,” Dex snaps at him, his eyes set solely on me. I walk out of the room, walking past and ignoring the two of them. I see smashed glass as I detour to the kitchen, everything broken and lying on the floor. I hurry to the room and get into bed. I’m too tired to deal with this drama right now. I check the time on my phone, three am. Dex storms back into the room, angry tension radiating from his body. I ignore him as he turns on the light and paces, until he stops right in front of me.

“I came back to the room, expecting to find you asleep. You weren’t here. What the fuck Faye?”

“Sorry, I fell asleep in Tracker’s room,” I say, yawning.

“You’re a selfish bitch, you know that? I thought maybe you left, tried to run again…”

“Fuck you! I’m not selfish! You’re selfish! I don’t know anyone here, and you left me alone all night, feeling miserable. You just got back to the room at three am? What did you expect me to do all night? Sit there and stare at the wall?” I yell back at him. I’m not taking his shit.

“So what? You decided to get into Tracker’s bed? You want a place here as one of the club whores?”

I stand up, take a step to him, and slap him right across the face. “Fuck. You!”

When the tears start to fall, I can’t contain them. They pour. His eyes soften a little, as he examines my features.

“Don’t cry,” he says hoarsely, a demand and a plea. I stare at his face, as a red handprint starts to appear on his cheek. I don’t feel any satisfaction over it.

“Tracker comforted me when I needed it. When you weren’t there to do it. I know we aren’t together, or anything like that, but you brought me here. I didn’t want to be here but here I am. It’s your job to look after me,” I tell him, my voice cracking at the end.

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re right. I’ll try harder, but you aren’t sleeping in any bed but mine. Don’t try and put me against my brothers, Faye.”

How the hell do I have the power to do that? I wouldn’t do that even if I did.

“Look if you want to go sleep elsewhere, with whoever, then do it,” I tell him, acting like I don’t care.

Silence.

I close my eyes and attempt sleep when he says, “I was drinking with the guys. I wasn’t fuckin’ someone else.”

I see a flash of him and Allie in my mind, her rubbing herself against him.

“I’m going to sleep Dex, goodnight.”

“Night,” he whispers.

He heads for a shower, and I fall back asleep.

*****

The next morning, I wake up cocooned in Dex’s arms. I slowly get out of bed, untangling myself from him, and head into the kitchen. I find a broom and start to sweep up all the glass. It isn’t really fair for one of the other women to have to do it. When everything is cleaned up I make myself two slices of toast with butter and vegemite, then I head into the bathroom to have a shower. Dex wakes up as I’m sitting on the bed in my towel, rubbing my lotion into my skin.

“So that’s why you smell like cherry,” he says, his voice thick with sleep. His face is turned towards me, half buried into the pillow.

“Morning,” I say quietly.

“I fucked up last night,” he admits, nibbling on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry babe.”

“Why did you smash all that shit?” I ask.

“I came into the room, and you weren’t here,” is all he says.

“Yeah, and?”

He hides his face into the pillow. “I lost my temper,” he says, words muffled.

“Yeah, I got that.”

He sits up, the sheet falling and showing off his muscled chest and abs. Fuck—those abs. Perfectly sculptured and ripped. Yum.

“You like what you see?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

“You know I do,” I reply, pointing to my stomach. He laughs and slides closer to me, resting his head on my lap. When he kisses my stomach, my breath hitches.

“I think it’s a boy,” he announces, his eyes alight with pride.

“Why do you think that?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “Someone once told me that when a woman is pregnant with a girl, her beauty fades slightly. That sure as hell isn’t happening to you.”

Wow. Did he just say that?

“So what does a boy do then?” I ask, clearing my throat.

“A boy takes your energy,” he says.

“Definitely a boy, then,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “We should call him Sirius.”

He makes a face. “Why would we do that?”

“Your last name is Black!”

“And?”

“And? Sirius Black! From Harry Potter!” I say, getting excited.

He pauses. “Yeah. We’re not doing that.”

“Fine,” I pout.

“Did you fuck him?” he suddenly asks.

“Did you fuck her?” I counter, gripping onto my towel so it doesn’t drop.

“Who?” he asks, frowning.

“Allie.”

“You know I didn’t,” he replies in a gentle tone.

“I didn’t either.”

“Good,” he replies, getting out of bed and into the bathroom. “Saves me from kicking my brother’s ass.”

Good? I seriously don’t get this guy. When he comes back out, I’m dressed and ready to take on the day.

“I’m going to work, I’ll be home by about five,” he says, dropping his towel to the floor. I stare at his naked back, at his perfect ass, as he bends to his drawer to get out his clothes.

“Umm Dex…”

“Yes?”

“I think we need to establish some boundaries,” I say hesitantly, my gaze now on the dragon tattoo on his back.

“How so?” he asks, his voice sounding amused.

“You’re standing there. Naked,” I say, enunciating each word.

“I know,” he says, pulling on a pair of jeans with no underwear. Does he always go commando?

Concentrate Faye!

“Well I don’t know, doesn’t it seem weird to you? We aren’t together and…” I trail off.

“Do you need to label it?” he asks, lifting his arms to slide on a skin tight white t-shirt.

Did I need to label it? I realize that yes, I do.

“Yes, I think I do,” I blurt out.

He faces me. “Friends that are going to raise a baby together?”

Friends?

“Is that what you want?” I ask in soft voice.

“For now, I think that’s all I can offer right now babe,” he says, looking regretful for a moment before his expression goes hard. Does he want something more between us? Is it because of Eric?

“Right, okay.”

“Will you be okay here? I’ll send one of the prospects with some lunch for you,” he says. He walks towards me, leans down, and kisses me on my forehead. “Bear with me babe, please.”

What does he mean, bear with him? Before I can ask he walks out of the room.

Chapter Ten

“It’s called a cut not a vest,” the prospect says, laughing at me. His name is Vinnie, and he is my age. Too young to be living this life, if you ask me, but no one did so I keep my big ass mouth shut.

“A cut then,” I say, rolling my eyes at him. The Wind Dragons’ cuts are awesome. The back has Wind Dragons on top, the badass dragon picture in the middle, and their location under it.

“No you can’t get your own cut,” he says, shaking his head at me. “Why don’t you ask Sin?” His tone tells me Sin is going to tell me to go right to hell.

I nod sagely. “I think I will ask him.”

I finish eating the chicken salad he brought me for lunch, thanking him once more. “Do you have to leave right now?” I ask him, pouting my lip out a little bit.

I’m bored.

So damn bored.

He runs a hand over his shaved head. “Sorry Faye, I gotta get back to something.”

I perk up. “What is it?”

He pats me on the head. “Learn not to ask, trust me on that.”

“I’m a law student. I’m naturally inquisitive.” Okay it’s more than that. I’m nosy and like to know everything.

“Curb that inquisition,” he suggests, giving me a salute and then walking out. I puff out a breath, stand up, and walk into the game room. After playing a game of pool with myself, I take my pregnancy vitamins then grab my e-reader and walk out back. Today is a good day because I didn’t throw up. Maybe it’s the end of my morning sickness. Once I’m comfortable on one of the outdoor chairs I pull out my phone and send Dex a text.

Me: I need ice cream.

Dex: And?

Me: And get me some.

I re-read the message, and realizing how rude it sounds, I send another one.

Me: Please.

Dex: Get Vinnie to get you some.

Me: Vinnie left. I’m all alone and the baby wants bubble gum flavored ice cream.

No reply. I sigh, trying to forget about my craving and concentrate on the rock star book in front of me. I’ve finished half the book when I hear some laughter coming from inside the house.

“She will come here eventually,” a voice says. Allie.

“It’s not our business,” I hear Jessica say.

“I don’t want to miss out on the drama,” Allie snickers. When I walk into the kitchen all conversation comes to a halt.

“Hey Jess,” I say, ignoring Allie completely.

“Hey, how are feeling today?” she asks, giving me a genuine smile.

“Good. Just bored,” I say, slumping into the chair. A bulky man walks into the kitchen and gives Jessica a deep kiss. When he finally looks away, his eyes find me. Giving me a chin lift in greeting, I smile in return and watch as he drags Jess out of the room without a word, leaving me with Allie. Ignoring her, I stand up, grab my keys and my handbag, and walk to my car. I’m so over just sitting here doing nothing. Deciding to head to the store to pick up some ice cream and food, I’m about to slide into the driver seat when I hear the rumble of a motorcycle. I turn to see Dex straddling his beast of a bike, looking sexy and completely badass. He pulls off his helmet, dark hair blowing in the wind, and pins me with his gaze. I look away from him and get into my car and close the door. I count down, five, four, three, two, one, before he’s standing in front of my window.

“Where are you going?” he asks, opening my car door and glaring at me.

“To the store,” I say.

“Why? I went and got you some stuff,” he says, smiling at me.

“You did?” I ask, eyebrows rising.

He smirks. “Come on.”

He holds his hand out to me, and I take it. A car pulls up and I see Vinnie driving it. When it’s parked Dex goes to the car and pulls out four plastic bags filled with goodies. Curious, I follow him back into the kitchen.

“Two tubs of bubble gum ice cream,” he says, placing it on the table. “And more junk food. Also a bag full of fruit, veggies, yoghurt, and salad.”

My eyes start to water as I grab one of the tubs of ice cream in my hand.

“Jesus, you really wanted that ice cream didn’t you?” he says, eyes wide.

I nod as he goes and gets me a spoon from the drawer. “Thanks,” I tell him around a mouthful of ice cream.

His face softens, and the look he gives me is so gentle that I don’t know what to do with it. “You’re welcome. Anything you want, me or one of the prospects will take you to get, okay?”

“Why can’t I go get it myself?” I ask.

“You can…” he says, trailing off.

“But?”

“But I’d rather someone be there with you. We have enemies, Faye. I don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby.”

“Enemies? Explain.”

“Misunderstanding. Issues with a rival MC. There was a bar brawl a few weeks back. Two members of their MC were shot, and they think we’re behind it. We weren’t, although one of our members was present. Until that shit gets sorted we’re being safe.”

“Fine, but I need freedom, or I’m going to turn into a bitch,” I tell him.

He laughs. Bastard. “When’s your next doctor’s appointment?”

“Next week.”

“Alright, I’ll be going with you to any and all appointments,” he announces.

“Okay,” I say, around another spoonful of the most delicious ice cream I’ve ever tasted. Dex goes to the drawer and gets his own spoon, digging it into my tub.

“Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” he says, opening his mouth and having a taste.

“Not bad at all,” he says to himself, sitting down and pulling the tub closer to him.

“You just double dipped!” I growl, snatching the tub back.

“You did it,” he says, grinning wolfishly.

“Yeah but it’s mine.”

“Babe, we’ve fucked,” he says, leaning back in the chair.

“I remember, I was there,” I reply, wondering where the hell he’s going with this.

“So that’s more intimate than double dipping some ice cream, don’t you think?”

I put my spoon down. “Yeah, you fuck everyone though.”

He studies me. “Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Babe,” he says, shaking his head.

“What?”

His lip twitches. I think he likes my attitude. “I haven’t fucked in a while, so don’t remind me.”

I stand up and put both tubs in the freezer. “I think your a while and my a while are a little different.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, so I turn around and pin him with a speculative look. “You’re the last person I slept with,” I say, waiting for him to talk.

He doesn’t.

“And you?” I ask, my voice deceptively innocent.

He pauses. “You really want to do this?”

I cringe. “That bad, huh?”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since I found out you were carrying my baby,” he says finally, his eyes never leaving me.

I bite my bottom lip. “That was the other day.”

He nods slowly. “It was. I’m not going to lie.”

“Okay,” I say slowly, looking away from his steady gaze.

“I’m taking you out tonight, so be dressed by six,” he says, standing up to leave the room.

“Where are you going now?” I ask him, hating the neediness in my tone.

“Out,” he says. “Look, I get that you’re having my kid, but I don’t explain myself to any woman, alright?”

Is that what I was expecting him to do? I look at him, standing there. Dressed in tight jeans, a black V-neck and his cut, he looks intimidating. Unattainable. Breathtaking. I suddenly feel angry. This isn’t me. Sitting here, being so out of control. I let my parents have control of me my entire life, now that I’m free of their hold, I don’t need another. Even if it comes in the form of a sexy as sin, badass biker.

“Why don’t I just leave then and get out of your way?” I snap, walking out of the door before he can. I ignore his presence behind me as I grab my bag and my uni folder and walk to my car.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growls, taking me by the arm.

“I’m going to study at the library,” I tell him. “I don’t like explaining myself to you either. Who are you to me? Some asshole who had me once and got me pregnant. You don’t own me Dex.”

I pull out of his hold and storm to my car. I hear him calling for Vinnie, probably to babysit me.

Poor Vinnie.

I drive off, out the fence—which was luckily open– and away from the confines of a man I want but can never have.