Dragon's Lair

by Chantal Fernando

  A date I would never forget again.

  Dex heads into work while I start to plan like crazy. I cook him his favourite meal, set up the dining table with a tablecloth, candles, and a red rose in the middle. Okay, so the romantic setting is more for me than him, but it looks pretty. I set the wrapped presents on the table.

  “Rake will you text me when he’s about to leave the shop?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I got you babe,” he replies. “You know you’re a pain in the ass, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.”

  “Thanks Rake. Although from what I saw with you and that woman, you’re the pain in the ass.”

  “Fuck you must be good in bed,” he grumbles. I laugh and step to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head on his hard chest. After a moment, he returns the hug.

  “I’m taking Dex out tomorrow night, brothers only birthday celebration,” he tells me.

  “Fine,” I grumble.

  “Vinnie will stay with you.”

  Poor Vinnie.

  “Why? I thought that shit with the Wild Men was over?” I ask, frowning. After the incident happened, the Wind Dragons met up with the rival MC and spoke. I don’t know what happened, but Dex came home saying that the issue has been dealt with.

  “Better to be safe,” he says. “Look what happened last time.”

  I sigh and look up into his face. “Wild Men is a stupid MC name.”

  A lip twitch. “It is. I’m going to the shop, I’ll message you when he leaves.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  I have a long shower, shaving my legs and other places. I rub in my cherry blossom lotion, apply makeup, and iron my hair straight. I put on my robe and head to check on the food in the oven. Arrow walks in, looking a little worse for wear. Wrinkled clothes, lipstick on his neck, and … I could smell the alcohol from here.

  “Hey Arrow,” I say, smiling sadly. Ever since Mary’s death, he’s not the same person he was.

  “Hey Faye,” he says quietly. I walk over to him and kiss him on his cheek, his prickly beard brushing my skin.

  “Can I make you something to eat?” I ask him. I wish he would let me look after him, but he doesn’t. He drowns his sorrows with alcohol and easy women. I’m not going to judge his methods of coping, but I hope he gets back to himself soon.

  I miss my friend.

  “Don’t worry about me Faye. I’m gonna have a shower then get out of here so you can spoil your man for his birthday,” he says, walking away.

  I sigh and watch him as he leaves. I spend the rest of the afternoon painting my nails and pampering myself. When I get the text from Rake, I set out the food, light the candles, and put on my outfit.

  The cut and some black lace panties.

  And that’s it.

  I look in the mirror and smile.

  I look good.

  My long hair frames my face and has volume on top, giving me a sexy look. My eyes are dark and smoky, my lips a blood red. The sides of my breasts are visible, but my nipples are covered by the black leather cut. My fair skin stands out even more. I had planned on wearing sexy heels, but I choose comfort instead and go barefoot.

  When I hear him enter the door, I walk out to greet him. He stops in his tracks when he sees me standing here.

  “Holy fuck,” he whispers as his gaze devours me. He walks towards me, eyes on my body. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  “Stay still I need a photo of this,” he says, taking a picture with his phone. He slides it away then kisses my mouth. “How did I get so fucking lucky? I’m going to send a thank you letter to the condom company.”

  I gape. “You did not just say that.”

  He grins crookedly. “What’s the occasion beautiful?”

  “I have exams for the rest of the week so I thought we could celebrate your birthday early,” I say, rubbing my body against his. “You didn’t even tell me it was you’re birthday.”

  “Not a big deal babe. Just another day.”

  “Not anymore, it isn’t,” I reply, breathing him in.

  “Let me have a quick shower, I have grease on me,” he says, kissing me once more before walking into the bathroom. I make myself busy in the kitchen, waiting for him to finish.

  He enters the kitchen moments later, wearing nothing but a pair of low slung jeans. I stare at his body, appreciating the view.

  “Take a seat,” I sat in a husky tone.

  He sits down and stares at the table. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

  I smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

  “I fuckin’ love it. Now come here,” he demands. I walk up to him, laughing as he pulls me onto his lap. “I’m going to make you scream my name a few times before we eat whatever smells so fuckin’ good and has my mouth watering.”

  He kisses me greedily, cupping my cheeks with his palms. I grip onto his shoulders, giving it back to him, kissing him with an intensity that surprises even me. When he leans me back against the table and fucks me, I love every single second of it.

  I love his expressions, the sounds he makes, the dirty way he talks to me.

  The way he takes joy in my pleasure.

  His bossiness and his demands.

  I give as good as I get. I match his passion and his intensity.

  He was made for me, this man.

  I dig my fingers into his dragon tattoo and let the pleasure consume me.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Vinnie drives me home from my exam the next day, and for that I’m grateful. I’m feeling extremely drained today and just want to go home and sleep.

  “How did you do?” Vinnie asks.

  “I think I did well,” I reply. “It wasn’t too hard.”

  “Modest aren’t we?” he says with a chuckle.

  I shrug. “Just honest. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me tonight while everyone goes out to celebrate.”

  “It’s no biggie,” he says. “I was at Toxic last week.”

  My head snaps to him. “They’re taking him to a strip club?”

  Vinnie grimaces. “Didn’t you know? Fuck.”

  Fuck is right. I send a text to Rake.

  Faye: Where you taking Dex tonight?”

  Rake: Why?

  Faye: ‘Cuz I wanna know.

  Rake: Wind Dragons’ night out--don’t ruin it.

  Faye: #$!&^&^&^

  Rake: Give the man his balls for the night!

  Rake: Faye!

  Faye: Fine.

  Rake: Love you.

  Faye: Fuck you.

  I tilt my head back against the seat. It’s just a night out. Seeing hot naked women who aren’t pregnant and fat.

  Fuck. I’m feeling insecure.

  It’s not a good feeling, and it doesn’t look good on me.

  “He won’t do anything. They’ll just drink and shoot the shit,” Vinnie tries to assure me.

  “Yeah well, let him have his fun,” I reply, trying to keep my tone neutral.

  While I sit at home studying and stuffing my face.

  I see Jess and Trace sitting in the living area when I walk into the club house. Trace is one of the brothers who I never really talk to. He never really smiles and isn’t friendly and outgoing like the others. He’s very standoffish, and we generally steer clear of each other.

  “Hey Jess,” I call out, nodding my head at Trace.

  “Hey honey,” she replies. After the night we lost Mary, I gained the respect of the women. I no longer feel like an outsider. I belong here, by Dex’s side.

  “How was the exam?” she asks.

  “It was good,” I tell her. “I have another one tomorrow.”

  Allie walks in behind Tracker. “Hey baby mama,” he says to me, kissing me on the cheek. I see Allie’s eyes flash as he does so, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead she smiles at me in greeting, a smile I return.

  “All excited for tonight,” I ask Tracker, unable to mask the anger from my tone.
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  He shakes his head at me, lip twitching. “Like you have anything to worry about. The man’s not stupid.”

  “I know,” I lie.

  “Do you?” Tracker replies, tilting his head to the side.

  I sigh. “Yeah, I won’t allow myself to be that woman.”

  “What woman?”

  “You know the one,” I reply, waving my hand in the air.

  “No I don’t, how about you explain,” he replies patiently.

  “The woman who doesn’t let her man go anywhere alone, or do anything alone. She tags along even when he’s with his friends… I will never be that woman. That woman is insecure and a little co-dependent.”

  “Looks like you’ve thought about this a bit too fuckin’ much,” Tracker replies, scrubbing a hand along his jaw. “What I can tell you is that you have nothing to worry about. Believe that.”

  “I know. I’m just tired, I’m going to go to bed,” I reply, mustering a small smile for him. The man did just listen to my stupid rant.

  “What’s happening tonight?” Allie asks, staring up at Tracker.

  “Men are going out. Women are staying their asses at home,” he says, opening the fridge and scanning its contents. “So don’t wait up.”

  Allies eyes narrow, but again she stays quiet.

  “There’s lasagna in the oven,” I tell Tracker as I exit the room. “Cindy made it today.”

  He calls out thanks. I climb into bed and close my eyes, letting sleep take over.

  *****

  I wake to kisses on my face. “Wake up sleeping beauty, dinner’s ready.”

  I smile before I even open my eyes. “What time is it?”

  “Seven. You slept for five hours,” he says, kissing down my jawline.

  “Happy birthday,” I murmur drowsily. “Did you enjoy your present this morning?”

  A deep chuckle. “Babe, there is no better way in the world to wake up. Trust me on that.”

  “Hmmmm,” I hum as he continue his soft, chaste kisses.

  “Tracker said you wanted to talk to me about something?” he asks, voice getting lower.

  “What?” I ask.

  “He said I should talk to you. What’s going on?”

  Dammit Tracker. “Nothing. I only just found out you were spending the night at a strip club.”

  He stills. “Is that where we’re going?”

  “You didn’t know?” I ask, turning me head to look at his face.

  “No, but I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not a big deal. You know I would never cheat on you right?”

  “Yeah, I know. To be completely honest with you, it just hit me that you will be seeing all these beautiful girls, while I’m here with a double chin and swollen feet.”

  He makes a strangled noise then breaks out into laughter.

  “Oh my god! Don’t laugh at me! I’m being serious,” I snap, pulling on the ends of his hair to get his attention.

  “I happen to love your double chin,” he says, kissing it. “You have nothing to worry about. I think you’re sexy as hell pregnant with our daughter. Besides, it’s you I’m in love with. I’ll love you no matter what you look like.”

  “Even if my chin turns triple?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.

  A chuckle. “Even then.”

  “Good, because I’m hungry,” I say at the same time my stomach rumbles.

  “Come on then, let’s get my woman fed. You know, I can stay home tonight…”

  “No, no, you go have fun,” I instantly say.

  “Good because they would have given me a lot of shit if I cancelled,” he says, looking amused.

  “Is Arrow going out?” I ask as Dex helps me to sit up.

  “Yeah he’s coming out.”

  “He needs to have some fun,” I say, sliding off the bed. “And I need to eat and study some more.”

  He rests his palms on my belly. “Three months to go.”

  “Are you excited?” I ask him.

  “Excited, nervous, curious, impatient…. I’m a whole lot of different things,” he admits. I look down at his tattooed knuckles on my stomach and smile.

  “Time is going so fast,” I say, taking his hand and walking with him out the bedroom.

  “I know.”

  We sit down at the table and have dinner, then I study as Dex gets ready to go out. I try not to sulk but I find myself doing just that. Rake walks out of his room first wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt, folded up to his elbows. His leather cut is worn over it, and his blond hair is damp from the shower. His green eyes are dancing with excitement.

  “Why the hell are you so excited about tonight?” I ask him, raising a dark brow.

  He plays with his lip ring. “One of the girls at Toxic—she’s a fuckin’ angel. Blonde. Huge ass tits.” He cups his hands in front of his pecs, mimicking the universal gesture for huge boobs. “I wanna bring her home.”

  “To your torture chamber?”

  He grins. “Don’t diss it till you try it.”

  Dex walks out next, and my breath catches. Dark jeans, tight black shirt stretched across his muscles. I lick my bottom lip as I take in his appearance.

  “Stop looking at me like that or I’m staying my ass home,” he growls. He checks his pockets for his cigarettes and wallet. Rake pulls out a bottle and starts pouring himself a drink.

  “If you’re drinking you better be going in a taxi,” I tell him.

  “It’s just one drink. I’m not rocking up in a fuckin’ maxi taxi,” he says, scowling. I laugh at his expression. Tracker walks in, his sleeves on showcase tonight with a white t-shirt.

  “Everyone looks hot tonight,” I grumble, staring down at my text book.

  My life sucks!

  Dex kisses the top of my head. “I’m going out for a smoke.”

  “Okay,” I sniff.

  “Babe,” he says.

  “Yeah?”

  “Stop pouting, yeah?”

  Three sets of amused eyes stare at me.

  “I’m not pouting. I hope you all enjoy your night. I’ll see you at what? One am maybe?”

  Laughter ensues.

  Dex kisses my lips then heads out the front door. I look at Tracker who winks at me when he sees me staring.

  The rest of the men arrive, and they all get on their bikes and ride out. Dex is the last one to leave, because he kisses me for about ten minutes before I can finally get him to go.

  He kisses my stomach and then he leaves.

  I study for two hours then fall asleep.

  *****

  I wake up in the middle of the night to laughter. My room door open and Dex walks in, knocking his foot on my new dressing table.

  “Motherfucker!” he growls.

  I stifle a laugh. He flops down onto the bed, his hands searching the sheets for me. When his fingers finally touch my arm, he says, “Yes!” like it was a big feat to find me, then rolls right next to me. He wraps me in his arms and kisses the back of my neck.

  “I missed you,” he says when he realises I’m awake.

  “Did you have fun?” I ask him drowsily.

  “I did.”

  “Good,” I reply.

  “But I still missed you,” he says, turning me to face him. “Next time you’re coming with me.”

  “To a strip club?” I ask incredulously.

  “Anywhere,” he replies, his hands now roaming all over my body. “You’re a million times sexier than those girls.”

  “So the grass isn’t greener on the other side?” I ask a little breathlessly as his thumbs graze my breasts.

  “No, and I never for one second thought that it was,” he says quickly, claiming my mouth.

  We make love, and I fall back asleep with a smile on my face—insecurities fading away.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Exams past in a blur and then I get a two week break. After more baby shopping, I’m about to pull out of the car park when I see Renee.

  And she’s not alone.

  When I see
her with a man with her, my interest piques. When the man turns around my eyes widen in shock.

  What the hell is Eric doing with Renee? I take a photo of the two of them and send it to Dex. Sometimes a picture is all the evidence you need. I notice Vinnie staring in their direction too. He has his helmet on so I can’t see his expression.

  We drive home and Vinnie opens the door for me, not looking me in the eye.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask him.

  “Nothing,” he says, opening the back door and grabbing all my shopping bags out. Dex walks out of the clubhouse looking agitated, all coiled muscles. He slaps Vinnie on the back and takes the bags from his hands. Vinnie leaves, and I’m left feeling confused.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask him, placing my hand on his chest.

  He looks down at me, still radiating tension. “Everything’s fine we just need to talk about something.”

  That sounded ominous.

  I suck in a deep breath. “Okay.”

  “Let’s go into our room,” he suggests. Or more like demands. He needs his own word. Deggests or Sumands.

  I hold my hand up. “Is what you’re going to say going to piss me off?”

  He bobs his head. “More than likely.”

  “Maybe we should sit in my car? Then I can just drive off when I lose my temper.”

  I’m carried to my room.

  “I’m having déja vu,” I say as I watch Dex pace before me.

  “You can’t get upset over this—you’re pregnant,” he finally says, his tone pleading.

  I gape at his audacity. “Yes I realize I’m pregnant. Now tell me. What have you done?”

  He looks down at the floor with his hands on his hips. “Renee cheated on me, yeah?”

  “Yes,” I say. I knew that part. Stupid ass woman.

  “But I didn’t tell you who she cheated on me with,” he says, risking a glance at me.

  I shake my head in confusion.

  Until it hits me.

  My throat burns.

  The picture I took today.