Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(28)

“Dragon, move, baby,” I urge.

“How many women have got my dick since you came into my life, Nicole?”

I try to move for him, but without his help it just won’t get us there. I groan out in frustration.

“Will you move?”

“Answer the f*cking question, woman.”

“None!”

“And how many woman have I looked at since that night at the Wolf’s Den when I finally had you.”

“Finally? Dragon, you f*cked me pretty soon after we met. I was kind of a horn dog around you.”

“Bullshit. You were magnificent. But it was not soon, Mama. Each day was a f*cking waste,” he argues, holding himself over me with one arm, while tangling his free hand in my hair.

“Dragon…”

“I’m only half alive without you Mama, it was true then and that hasn’t changed. Hell, if anything, it’s just stronger. You’re my soul, woman, my very f*cking soul.”

Finally, he starts to move, his body an instrument that plays mine completely. His thrusts are measured, slow and methodical. When he moves his free hand down to torture my clit in unison with them, I can’t hold back.

I disintegrate into a million pieces. Screaming out his name so loud I figure they can hear us three states over. It doesn’t matter, nothing matters except Dragon. I want to wrap my legs around him and pull him tighter. I want to feel his weight rest on me. I can’t have that, so I do the only thing I’m able to do at this moment.

“I love you. No matter what, I’ll always love you, Dragon.”

That seems to satisfy him because, with a moan of pleasure, he starts going over the edge and I watch. I watch every feeling, every drop of emotion, every small piece of happiness and pleasure that reflects on his face, I watch and commit it all to memory. I’m going to need it, because I’m scared Michael is going to win.





Chapter 16




Dragon


Today is the day. My wedding. Never f*cking thought I’d want it, and now I can’t wait for it. Today is the day I make Nicole legally mine. It’s stupid. In my world, papers and legal titles don’t mean shit. You fight and earn what you get, you fight to keep it. Still, with Nicole, I want to have her in every way physically and humanly possible. That includes, my ring on her finger, and giving her my name. I want…no I need that. I always hated my name; found it just another thing the world mocked me with. Nicole made it okay to pass my name on to our son or daughter. So, this wedding is pretty damned important for a lot of reasons.

So important, I find myself wearing a damn monkey suit to make my woman happy. Fuck, I hate this shit. Still, my woman wanted one day filled with the dreams of her wedding that she has secretly harbored for years. Wearing a monkey suit to give her that dream? It seems a small enough thing to do. She’s so upset over her girl and so withdrawn since she found out that Kavanagh has Dani, I’d do anything to make her smile even tying this motherf*cking-god-damned tie around my neck. Except I’ve tried a hundred times and still don’t have it.

“Fuck!” I yell out, looking in the mirror of the small chapel and trying to tie the damned thing and failing yet again.

“Having trouble there, Drag?” Dance asks, walking in wearing his own version of the monkey suit, dress pants, white silk shirt, but buttoned down and no tie. My men may kill me. I’m not sure I’d blame them.

“Fucking-son-of-a-bitching thing, I can’t get it tied.”

Dance comes over and starts to work on my tie, the smart ass look on his face pisses me off, but I’ve got enough fires going. I’ll beat him down a different day.

“Any word from Crush?”

“No, not since he stomped out of the school the other day.”

“He’ll come around, Bro’.”

“I’m not so sure, but that shit needed to be addressed.”

“What about Bull?” Dance asks backing away from me as I look in the mirror. The tie is fixed perfectly.

“Who taught you how to do that shit?”

“I’m a man of many skills, Drag-o.”

“Whatever,” I say adjusting the tie.

I’m tempted to yank that shit off, but I don’t. I’m already feeling guilty because I know I’m pushing Nicole into the wedding today. She would rather call it off and wait until we get Dani back and Kavanagh is not an issue. She told me what Kavanagh said he would do. I’m convinced going against him is the only way to draw him out. I need for him to lose control. Men who are not in control get sloppy—they make mistakes.

Plus, I want this marriage done. I do not want to wait. Hell, we’ve had too much of that shit and things keep coming our way. If I don’t get my ring on her finger soon, we may never get married and that is unacceptable.

“So, really, have you talked to Bull?” Dance asks again.

“No, something going on?”

“You see how he is. Brother’s got shit muddling in his brain Drag, I see it miles off and I think he’s pissed at the ass chewing you gave him over Nicole.”

“She could have been killed, Dance. He knew better than to leave her alone.”

Dancer holds up his hand.

“I hear you, brother. I’m just saying, you’re doing an awful lot of ordering Bull around to do shit, that normally, a club enforcer does not do. And shit he used to do, you’re not relying on him to do. Brother has a crap load of shit to work through, but not having the trust of his Prez, well it ain’t going to help, Drag. That’s all I’m saying.”