Breaking Dragon (Savage Brothers MC #1)(9)

She pulls up on my lap so one leg is on the floor and bends the other so her knee is along the top of my thigh. Fuck why did I ever think she was innocent? There’s nothing innocent about the way….

“Giving me a damned good sexual harassment lawsuit you *!” She growls and then pushes her knee into my crotch. It wasn’t as hard as it could have been, but damn it hurt.

She pulls away, grabs her tray and turns her back on me.

“Irish, I’m back on duty.”

“Got it Nicole,” he says and I knew he was laughing, but I couldn’t hear him over Crusher.

Crusher laughs so hard he has tears coming out of his eyes.

“Fuck that was fun to watch. I think I’m in love,” Crusher said as he watches the little witch sashay around the bar taking orders. She has obviously been a waitress before. She was damn good at it. Why a girl who drives a Mercedes is working as a waitress is beyond me. She is a puzzle and hell if that doesn’t make her more interesting. There’s also the fact she resists when I usually have bitches begging for me.

I put the cold bottle of beer on my nuts, because damn it all to hell I needed to. I’m pissed off, but at the same time I am intrigued as hell. I like the battle. Nicole didn’t know it, but she is waving a red flag in front of a bull and I’m going to f*cking charge.





Chapter 4


Nicole


It had been a week. One week of Dragon coming in either flirting or just being broody as hell. Sad as it was, I am fast getting addicted to both. Sometimes he came in with men he called Crusher and Gunner and sometimes with a huge ass bald man he calls Bull. Tonight it was Bull. He actually is my favorite. He rarely speaks, but it was a challenge to try and get him too. It had become a game for me. Tonight, I figure Bull will win, but that is only because I will be more distracted by Dragon than normal. This is hard to believe, even for me, but sadly true. I know this because I watch them come in and Dragon just looks so damned good tonight. He is wearing a sky blue t-shirt that stretches across his torso like a glove. He has on faded almost white, blue jeans and those brown eyes are even more intense. I don’t bother to go ask for their order. I know the drill by now.

“Hey boys, you’re running late tonight.” I say, trying to avoid looking into Dragon’s eyes. I lay down two house brews and winked at Bull. As usual, he says nothing but it seems like his eyes might have danced a little. Probably not, but I wanted to think so.

“Nicole.”

I swallow almost afraid to look. Dragon and I have been doing this dance for awhile now. I knew and he did too, by this point it is going to happen. I am weakening. He makes my legs weak and I want a taste of whatever he keeps promising.

The only thing holding me back is I’m just a little afraid of him. He is a player and I am a novice with men. One thing I am totally and definitely sure of is Dragon will leave his mark on me. I’m just not sure how deep it will go and that unknown is why I am trying to fight it. I’m weakening though and I know Dragon senses that.

“Dragon,” I say, hoping like hell I sound bored and not the bundle of nerves I actually am.

“We need to quit playing this game Mama.”

“I agree. You should give up and go find a Twinkie.” I say boldly, even though it kills me. Part of me wishes he would because that would give me an excuse to say no, when I really want to say yes.

I walk off going over to another table, before I beg him not to do that. The table is full of some regulars who come in to drink and wind down after a hard day of working on a local farm. They are nice enough guys. They tip well and are fun to be around. One of them, Seth has asked me out. He is good looking, in a young cowboy kind of way, with sunny blonde hair and mischievous green eyes. Had I not been hung up on Dragon, I would have said yes a week ago. Trouble is I am totally hung up on Dragon. It is taking all I have not to demand another kiss from him, or to give in to his numerous advances. Each time he finds a reason to put his hand on my back or my hip, each time he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, each time he says my name in his gravelly voice…each time…each f*cking time, I want to jump on him and ride him like a horse in the Kentucky Derby!

“Nicole, woman when are you going to feel sorry for a broken down ole’ cow hand and go out with me?”

I laugh, I couldn’t keep from it. I actually do like Seth. He just doesn’t make my whole body come alive like Dragon did.

“Aw, Seth I don’t think I could handle you, babe,” I say with my ole shucks sass which seems to up my tips.

It was either that or the way my breasts kept trying to bust out of my shirt. I was trying to be optimistic.

“Maybe not girl, but I’d make sure you’d enjoy trying.” Seth replies easily as I gather up the empty bottles.

“You guys want another round?”

“Nah Sweetheart, stock sale is tomorrow, so I gotta get in early. Give me your pen.” Seth answered.

I reach behind my ear where I keep my pen perched and hand it to him. He scribbles something down on a drink napkin and gives it to me, along with the pen.

“There. Call me. A bunch of us are planning on spending Saturday night out at Holly Bay under the stars.”

I think he can see the no coming because he holds his hand up in a ‘stop’ motion.

“Think it over, love to get to know you better babe, no pressure.”