Chantal Fernando by Last Ride

Dex.”
    He looks up from between my breasts. “I love you too, fairy.”
    I lay my head back, flat against the bed, close my eyes and smile.
    Time to stop thinking, and feel.

ELEVEN

    Faye
    â€œH OW are your wrists feeling?” Dex asks, rubbing them gently.
    â€œThey’re okay,” I reply, snuggling up to him. “I’m fine, Dex. You don’t have to keep looking at me like I’m going to explode at any minute.”
    He touches my lip, which is now barely noticeable, just a cut. “Fuckin’ bastard.”
    â€œDead bastard,” I remind him.
    He nods, absently running his fingers down my bare back. “Yeah, he whispered something to him, looked him in the eye, and pulled the trigger.”
    â€œTalon is savage,” I say, eyes going wide. “He’s pretty ruthless, hey?”
    â€œComing from someone who beat the shit out of Slice, then shot my brother in the chest?”
    I roll my eyes. “I maimed, I didn’t kill.”
    â€œMmmmm,” he murmurs, kissing my nape, sending shivers up my spine. “You were smart. You stayed alive.”
    â€œAre you saying that I win at being a biker’s old lady?” I tease, rolling over and kissing his lips. “When you have so much to lose, you’re going to fight, Dex. Anyone would. I’m not leaving my family. You’re going to be stuck with me for a long-ass time, don’t you worry.”
    There’s a knock at the door, so I quickly throw on some clothes while Dex answers it.
    â€œFaye,” he calls out, so I wander into the living room to see who is here. I stop in my tracks when I see them.
    Arrow. Tracker. Irish. Rake. Vinnie. Talon. Ranger.
    They stand in a line.
    â€œHey,” I say, scanning each of their faces. “What’s going on?”
    â€œThis is an intervention,” Rake says, crossing his arms over his chest.
    I raise a brow. What did I do now? “I haven’t cleaned your rooms since I was pregnant. And whatever I did do, I get a pass because I was just kidnapped.”
    Tracker grins, then says, “Faye, come here.”
    I close the space between us, and he pulls me into his arms. “Don’t fuckin’ disappear on us again, you hear me?”
    I nod against his hard chest. “It’s not like I did it on purpose.”
    I hug them each in turn, then smile as I look them over. “You guys came here just to give me a hug disguised as an intervention?”
    â€œWe’re just happy you’re okay,” Irish says, smiling at me. “This club would crumble without you, Faye, and you know it.”
    I do know it, but I try to be modest.
    â€œThat’s not true. You guys did fine before I got here, and you’ll do fine if something ever happens to me. Now do any of you want something to drink? Coffee?”
    Asher wakes up and starts crying, and Arrow of all people mutters, “I’ll get him,” then disappears.
    Look at them.
    Muscled, tattooed, badass men, but all with good hearts.
    Arrow returns with Asher in his arms, and I head into the kitchen to get everyone something to drink and eat. Dex follows me inside and wraps me in his arms from behind, nuzzling my neck.
    â€œThose men would die for you, in an instant.”
    I turn around and look him in the eye. “And I’d do the same for them.”
    â€œI know.”
    My expression gentles, and I lift my hand and cup his cheek. “I love you, Dexter Black.”
    He lifts me onto the counter and kisses me softly. The kiss is gentle, sweet. Rake walks into the kitchen, ignoring us sitting here and staring into each other’s eyes, and opens the fridge. He pulls out a bag of green grapes, closes the fridge, and turns to watch us, crunching them in his mouth.
    â€œAre you two gonna fuck here? Because we can leave.”
    â€œCan you?” I ask him, smirking. “Looks like you’re going to sit there and watch, shoving grapes into