“Thanks,” I say as he hands them to me.
“See you at the clubhouse Sin,” Rake says, tapping his hand on the top of the car before walking off.
“Sin?”
“Drink the water Faye,” is all he says in reply. He starts the car and drives back onto the main road, following behind Rake in my car. I take a sip of water to get him off my back then turn my body towards him.
I have so many questions right now.
“Why do they call you Sin?”
“They just do,” he replies shortly.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, scrubbing a hand down my face.
He sighs heavily, like he’s sick of me already. “You’re going to stay with me. I heard that your piece of shit parents kicked you out, so you’re with me until you can get back on your feet.”
That is kind of nice. As much as I don’t like being told what to do, it’s going to save me a lot of stress, having a stable place to stay during this pregnancy. However, I do have other concerns.
“Where exactly do you stay? With a group of bikers?” I ask slowly, not wanting to offend him. But at the same time, I’m not living with a houseful of bikers.
“Who told you that?” he asks, frowning.
“Eric.”
“Of course that little bastard did,” he sighs, looking straight ahead at the road. I stare at his handsome profile, waiting for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
“Dex… I appreciate you want to keep an eye on me and the baby, but I really don’t feel comfortable staying with you and your friends,” I tell him, shifting in my seat.
“Was Rake horrible to you?” he asks, his voice hardening.
“No, of course not…”
“Good and neither will anyone else be,” he says. “No one will hurt you. Do you think I would ever let that happen?”
“I’m not going to win am I?” I mutter, pushing my hair off my face.
Dex laughs at that. “You’re a fast learner babe.”
I bite my lip, staying in silence for about ten minutes before I can’t hold it in anymore. “Do you guys kill people? Or do Illegal shit? Is it true you have groupies?”
Dex sighs again, this one long- suffering. “Are you going to be a pain in my ass the whole time you’re living with me?”
I lift my shoulder in a shrug. “Probably.”
“At least you’re honest,” he grumbles. “I’ll tell you what, try and reserve judgment until you meet everyone. Make up your own mind about us.”
“I guess I could do that,” I reply, bobbing my head.
“Either way, you’re staying with us, so you better make the most of it,” he adds, always having to say the last word.
“Is Eric going to come by?”
I know they aren’t close or anything, but how does this biker thing work?
He turns to me then, giving me an odd look. “Do you want him to?”
“Not really,” I reply honestly.
“Good, because he won’t be coming around,” he says. “Are you going to eat your chocolate?”
I glance down at the Snickers bar. “Why, do you want it?”
“If you’re not going to,” he says, eying the chocolate.
“Halves?” I offer, just like I used to make him share as a kid.
“Sure,” he replies with a twitch of his lips. I break the bar in half and hand him the smaller half.
He notices and laughs. “The nice thing to do would be to give me the bigger half.”
“And why’s that?” I ask, taking a bite.
“I’m twice as big as you,” he says.
That was kind of him. “I’m pregnant. When it comes to food from now on I always win.”
His deep chuckle makes me smile. “You always win anyway Faye.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, chewing and swallowing another delicious bite.
“You have a way about you…”
“I think that’s just my stubborn personality.”
“Exactly, you have a strong will. Strong spirit,” he says, peeking at me before staring back at the road.
I stay silent, lost in my thoughts. It’s nice that he thinks that about me. Really nice. Pretty much the opposite of what my mother has always tried to drill into me.
His hand finds my thigh and stays there. My breath hitches at the contact, at his casual affection. I slowly pinch myself, on the underside of my other thigh, to make sure this isn’t a dream.
“Ouch,” I mutter. Okay definitely not a dream. That freaking hurt.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, cutting his eyes to me.
“Nothing,” I reply quickly, turning my head to look out the window.
“I know you think I’ve changed…” he starts. I sit up straighter, interested in what he has to say. “You were just a kid back then…”
“But?”
He glances at me. “I have changed. But for you… I’ll always be that same person. Does that make sense? You have no need to be scared or wary around me babe.”
I exhale deeply, appreciating his words of comfort. “Thanks Dex.”
“How’s uni?” he asks, as his fingers start to rub my thigh.
I swallow hard, finding myself getting turned on by the simple action. “It’s good, actually.”
“Heard you were at the top of your class…”