Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(54)

“Just until I had a taste of you. From that moment on, you were mine.”

“I’m pretty sure you can’t own people, Dragon.”

“I disagree, you’ve pretty much owned me from that first day, Mama.”

I smile and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers and the sweetness of just having him here with me.

“Where do you think we would have been, if we hadn’t met that day at the gas station?”

“I probably would have been hooked up with Lips and felt empty as hell.”

“Lips?” I ask and try to tap down the twinge of jealousy that flairs. (It might be a big twinge.) “She was a Twinkie, but different from the rest. I respected her. We got along well enough, I had been thinking on it. Just never really cared enough to make a move.”

“Well…that sounds…fun.”

“I didn’t want to be that man.”

“That man?”

“That sixty-year-old who was still sharing women with his brothers and crawling between the open legs of some chick, not because she gave a f*ck about me, but just because she wanted to make it with a member of the Savage crew.”

“Wow, Dragon, you paint a pretty picture.”

“Mama, until you came into my life, I never realized what happiness was, let alone love.”

I soak in those words. I drink them in deep.

“Are you feeling okay after the surgery?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, sore and stuff, but they tell me that’s normal. All things considered, I’m doing really well.”

“My woman’s a fighter, it’s where our son gets it.”

“I figured that trait was pure stubbornness. That is definitely a West family trait, sweetheart.”

“I like that,” he says after a few minutes of silence.

“What?”

“West family. Hated that f*cking name my whole life until you gave it a reason.”

Okay so maybe a few tears fall when he says that, but it’d take a stronger woman than I am not to react to that.

“I’m getting sleepy…” I say because I am. I just hate to see this evening end.

“Then rest, Mama, I’ll lock up and take care of you.”

“I’m really glad you came by tonight, Dragon.”

“Dani talked me into it.”

The mention of Dani’s name hurts me. In some ways I’ve been a lot angrier with her than I have Dragon. Even so, I’ve still been worried about her.

“How is she?”

“Scarred, and I’m not talking about anything visible, but she was worried about you. She gave me the kick I needed to pull my head out of my ass.”

I think about what he just said. I need to talk with Dani and make things better. I just don’t think I can right now. I need to work through some of this anger I have inside of me. Still, I promise myself that I will try talking to her soon. I don’t want to be cut out of her life.

“I’m glad.”

“Me too. Now rest, Mama.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Never thought I’d like that…”

I smile, “What’s that?”

“A woman calling me, Daddy. With you, it’s hot as hell though. Only thing that would make it better is if you said it while I was smacking that ass of yours.”

“Seems like I’ve heard that somewhere before…” I whisper.

The last thing I hear before sleep claims me is Dragon laughing. God, I love him.





Chapter 33




Dragon


I haven’t slept. Since the moment I made the decision to trap Kavanagh—I haven’t slept. A nap here, a nap there and that’s it. There was no use for me to go to bed unless it was to jack off to thoughts of my woman. Sleep wouldn’t come, it mocked me. It didn’t take long before I couldn’t even cum to the thoughts of my woman, because I was seeing all too well how much she was hurting and that shit was my fault. So having her talk and laugh with me again, like we did last night, is the best motherf*cking gift I have been given since my son was born. Falling asleep with Nicole laying on her side and my arm pulling her back into me and her hair falling against my chest, just listening to her breathe is a motherf*cking miracle. Something about it being the first bed I slept with her all night in… Seems right, like we’ve come full circle. So, for the first night in forever, I actually slept. To be honest, waking up seems like a bad idea; last night was a dream I’ve had for far too long.

Here I lie, with my eyes closed, willing myself into going back to sleep, and it just doesn’t work.

“We’re not going there, so you need to tell Dragon, Jr. to quit poking me in the back,” Nicole mumbles and I smile.

“Morning, Mama.”

“How’d we get up here?”

“I carried you, after I wiped the drool off my leg.”

“I warned you.”

“That you did. How are you feeling?”

“I’m not sure. I just woke up because there was a steel rod poking me.”

“Hey, I can’t help what you do to me, Nicole. It’s beyond my control.”

“Well you need to tell him to stop, because even if I could—which I can’t, we’re not going there.”