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.”