Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)

Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)

Jordan Marie




Dedication


This book is dedicated to all who have had a part, both large and small, in helping me live my dream. From a note of encouragement to the purchase of the book and anything in between, there are no words I can offer except a heartfelt thank you.

For the readers who have opened their hearts and minds to embrace Dragon and Nicole, please note this book was meant to be a celebration of their love. A short novella to celebrate their wedding. Dragon, as he often does, had other plans. The direction it went into was not planned, and for the life of me I cannot write with an outline. It’s a wild, crazy and emotional journey which took it way out of the realm of a wedding book. It takes a village to write a book seems appropriate for me. Please read to the end to see my list of acknowledgments; for the wonderful people in my corner.

I hope you enjoy the story, I’m not ashamed to say it’s my favorite of all I have written both in this series and in the past.

Jordan.






Prologue




Michael


New York

Three Weeks Earlier

I push my chair back, tilting it while bringing my feet up. I rest them on my desk. My eyes follow the perfect crease in my three thousand dollar Armani suit. You have to pay for perfection, demand it. From where I am sitting I can see my secretary buttoning up her black, silk blouse.

A shame really, because it will ultimately cover up the marks I left on her body only moments earlier. I came oh so close to choking the life out of her. She blacked out this time. Just the memory of it causes my dick to jump and I wonder how quickly I can finish this call. Will I have time to take her again, before my next meeting? Maybe I’ll force her to suck me off and hide under my desk. If she’s a good little dog, I’ll give her what she wants later. She’s always begging for it. As dangerous as I am, she still craves more. It’s good, it’s an aphrodisiac knowing she’s getting off on it—but only because it makes me push it farther. I have to, because if not, I don’t get to see the fear in her eyes and motherf*cker, I crave the fear.

“Hurry Donald, I have someone waiting on me.”

At my words my secretary turns and looks at me, her brown eyes flash in understanding.

I take my feet down, slide my seat back another couple of inches and motion under my desk. She walks towards me, but I shake my head no. She stops instantly, such a good little pet.

Naked. I mouth the word. She nods her understanding and begins undressing.

“Mr. Kavanagh, we’ve found her.”

I freeze. The little bitch has been missing for five f*cking years.

“Where?” I demand, waving my secretary off. My dick being jammed down her throat is the last thing on my mind now. She picks up her clothes and quickly exits, having seen this mood enough to know to run for cover.

“She’s in a small town in Eastern Kentucky.”

“No f*cking way.”

“Yes sir, do we apprehend her and bring her to you?”

I consider this, as it would be the easiest and ultimately the cleanest alternative. But alas, I do not do clean nor easy.

“No. Watch her, evaluate the situation. I want pictures tonight. I will decide after that.”

“Yes sir, there might be one slight issue.”

My hand tightens on the receiver. I will not have anything stand in my way now. It will not happen.

“That is?” I prompt.

“She seems to have taken up with a gang.”

“A gang? That does not sound like Melinda. Perhaps your incompetence is showing again, Donald.”

“No sir, the hair is different, but this is definitely Mrs. Kavanagh.”

“A gang?”

“A motorcycle gang. I believe they call themselves the Savage Brothers.”

A motorcycle gang? Well, well, my Melinda never ceases to amaze, too bad I’m going to kill her.

“I expect a detailed report tonight. Do not disappoint, Donald.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hang the phone up and turn my seat around to stare at the skyline of downtown Manhattan. The different shapes and sizes of the skyscrapers jut and point in a peculiar pattern, which is strangely beautiful. The water in the distance is calm and the blue reflects the sun’s glare. My hands tighten on the arms of my leather cushioned chair.

Finally, Melinda is in my grasp. I vow she will not get away this time.





Chapter 1




Dragon


I come awake slowly, my eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room. A smile hits my face as I feel my woman’s lips graze my stomach.

“Morning, Mama.”

“Mmmm…,” she moans against my skin, her tongue darting in and out of my belly button.

I run my fingers through her hair, caressingly. I love her hair; the color, the texture, the way it always feels so soft between my fingers. I feel her teeth rake across my skin. She places a teasing bite on my stomach at the same exact time her hand cups my balls, gently massaging them.

I wrap her hair tighter around my fingers. Fuck, yeah. My girl has been horny as hell this last month. She says it’s because of the pregnancy. All I know is I get to f*ck her, sometimes, five times a day and I love every damn second of it; even when I can do nothing but get her off with my fingers, because my dick is exhausted. I’m one happy motherf*cker. Hell, I might keep her knocked up constantly if this is the reward.