Breaking Dragon (Savage Brothers MC #1)(8)

“Hey, Dragon?”

I look up at the dark haired minx I knew was laughing at me, even if not right out in front of my face.

“Where are you headed?”

I ignore her, not bothering to answer. I just start my bike and the bitch actually laughs out loud. I flip her off and she laughs harder. I’m starting to like her. Go figure.

It takes thirty minutes for me and my boy to reach the Den. The bar hangs back on the Tennessee line and was the first Adult Club we opened up. During the day it is mostly a regular bar with food and drinks served. At night, we keep at least two dancers up on the bar where poles are installed. It did damn good business, and between it and the other three businesses Savage MC owns, the club has mostly gone legit. We still have our fingers in some shit though. I do that just to keep the bigger charter out of our territory and keep them further down in Georgia.

I know Nicole has no idea the club owns this place, or the house she rented. Hell she was so clueless she probably doesn’t realize the club owns the damned town.

I walk in leaving Crusher to follow behind me. Irish is behind the bar. He jerks his head in greeting. I look around to see if I could spot Nicole and f*ck me! There she is. I suddenly hate the outfits the waitresses wear. Shorts so damned tiny the globes of her ass hang out even more than the day before. She has a tight little black tank top that shows the sides of her tits. Fuck a man could get hypnotized with the way they sway when she walks. I sit down at a table in the back and watch as Crusher slowly makes his way to me. Bastard, I should rename the *.

“Get your goddamned eyes back in your head before I knock them back in,” I growl when he eye f*cks Nicole the minute he catches sight of her.

Crusher tears his eyes from her and looks at me. Then he laughs his ass off. Yep, Bastard is his new f*cking name.

“Seem awful territorial there Prez.”

Yeah so what? I thought, I didn’t say it. I was too busy watching Nicole come over to our table. She stumbles when she sees me, but to her credit she keeps coming.

“Boys,” she says. “You need a menu?”

“Two beers, house brand,” I answer quietly, watching her. Her tongue darts out and her face takes on a light blush. She licks her lips and I nearly groan at the way my dick instantly springs up demanding attention. She stares at me for a minute and then takes off back towards the bar. I get to her. The thought registers and satisfaction thrums through me. My body, which had been dead, is currently sporting a raging hard on.

“I take it you’re staking a claim?” Crusher says, and I can hear the disappointment in his voice. It pisses me off. Crusher is a good looking f*cker, even I could admit that. If he pressed it--would blondie pick him over me? I was rough around the edges, while Crusher was smooth and easy going. Just the type a rich little girl would prefer.

I nod looking him straight in the eye, and daring him to argue. I am not about to give him the chance to move in. She doesn’t have a choice. She’s not going to have one. Nicole is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. Maybe I’d let Crusher have her when I am done. I totally ignore the sour taste that thought leaves in me.

“Pity.”

“Are we going to have trouble over this shit?” I growl, watching the woman in question make her way through the room, towards our table.

“I’ll stand back, but if she doesn’t bite, she’s fair game.”

Not what I want to hear from the f*cker, but more than I figured he would give me. I might be his best friend and his President, but when it came to women, he was a wild card at best.

“Here ya’ go boys, two Bourbon Barrel Ales. Can I get you anything else?”

“Sit and talk for a bit Mama.”

“Sorry I can’t. Don’t want to make a bad impression on my boss.”

She starts to turn around but I grab her wrist and haul her ass down on my lap. She tightens her body and her nails dig into the arm I have currently wrapped around her waist, holding her down. I keep her from getting up, because I know if I let go she will run.

“Yo, Irish! Nicole’s out of commission for a few.”

“Got it Boss man.”

Nicole looks back at me then back toward Irish. She huffs and her blue eyes go large and wide, as understanding hits her.

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Usually,” I answer honestly.

“So you own this place?” She asks and her nails stop biting into my arm. Fuck me! Did it make me more appealing if she knows I have money too? That tastes like bitter shit right there.

“The club does.”

She eyes me up and down. I hate that my having money impresses her, but the way she just wiggled her thick, perfect ass on my lap is driving me crazy. I could drive nails with my cock by this point.

She turns so she is straddling my lap, her hands come up around my neck and she pulls my face in closer. I grab hold of her hips and pull her down harder on me. Fuck yeah.

She moves her index finger along the side of my jaw line and down my neck. Her face moves closer to my ear and I can feel her hot breath.

“Mmm…Dragon do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” I feel her teeth bite into the side of my ear.

“Carrying you into the back and f*cking you seven ways to Sunday?” I answer, my eyes mesmerized on her breasts, as she rotates her hips against my body.