Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(55)

“You could suck him. I’ll give you my cum.”

“You’re so delusional,” she says but I can hear the smile in her voice.

“How about you lay in bed and I bring you some breakfast and meds? While you call and check on Dom, sound like a plan?”

“Umm…you’re going to cook?”

“Fuck no, I was going to run out to the Truck Stop and pick up two breakfast platters. That way Carrie and Dance still have a kitchen when they get back.”

“Ick. Please no.”

“Still no appetite? We have to fix this, Nicole. I need you to keep your ass.”

She turns and looks at me over her shoulder, like I’m nuts.

“Have you seen my ass? I’m pretty sure there’s plenty of it back there.”

“I dream of your ass, of sliding my cock in it and f*cking it hard. Sinking so deep inside you taste me….”

“Dragon, quit trying to get me horny. I can’t have sex yet, damn it, and even if I could you and I are nowhere near that place yet.”

I curl closer to her and prop myself up on my arm, so I can whisper in her ear.

“Am I making you horny, Mama?”

“Fuck you.”

I grin, as my hand goes over her breasts.

“Shit, I’m going to miss these…”

“Oh my God, Dragon, I’m still a freaking double D cup, even without the milk.”

I fake a longing sigh. “I know, it will be like you’ve let my play toys waste away to nothing.”

“Okay, I need to pump and then I’m getting away from you and jumping in the shower. I wouldn’t say no to toast and more Sprite.”

“Pump?”

“I use a breast pump so they can give Dom the milk. Of course, I’ll have to throw it out for a few days because I’m sick.”

“They feed him your milk through some of those tubes and things?”

“Yeah. They say it’s healthier for him.”

“What happens while you’re sick?”

“They have donors to provide milk or formula. Now, if you’re done questioning me? Toast, Sprite? Remember?”

“No OJ?”

“Afraid to try it.”

“Okay. It’s yours. Would you like to ride with me to see Dom this morning if your fever’s gone?”

“I’m afraid…I don’t want to get him sick.”

“You can wear a mask and suit up in all that garb. You don’t have to touch him, just see him. Come on Mama, I’ve missed having you on the back of my bike.”

I’d been taking a vehicle everywhere, because I didn’t want her on my bike when she was pregnant. It will feel good having her there again.

“I’ve missed it, too…but to be honest, I’m still real sore. Can we take the car?”

I only know a moment of disappointment, because she’s not insisting I leave her alone today.

“Anything you want, Mama.”

She gives me a strange look but goes on to the shower. I throw my shit on and hit downstairs. I search Carrie and Dance’s bathroom and find enough shit so I’m ready to roll, and then go out into the kitchen to fix Nicole’s toast. I toast half a loaf and manage to make four pieces that aren’t burnt to a crisp. Dance really should invest in a better toaster, those settings are f*cked up. Then I set about foraging around and finding me something to eat.

Nicole comes down a little later. She’s wearing blue jeans and a silky blue top that matches her eyes. Her long hair is hanging down straight. Have I mentioned how she takes my breath away? I love this woman. How in the hell did I get to be the lucky son of a bitch she gave her heart to? I have to find a way to get her to trust me again.

“What the hell are you eating?” She asks, her face is priceless.

“A Twinkie. Found them in the cabinet. I haven’t had one in a long time. They’re dangerous. They have carcogenical things in them.” I say plopping the rest of the cake in my mouth.

“You are a regular laugh a minute today, aren’t you?”

I grin and lean back in the chair. I like that I make her smile.

“How’s the fever?”

“It seems to be gone,” she answers.

“So we’re a go for the hospital?”

She looks at me for a minute and my heart stalls. I might have pushed too hard, too fast. I prepare myself for rejection when she surprises me.

“I’d like that,” she whispers and she reaches out and takes my hand.

*

It’s late by the time we get back from the hospital. I talked her into grabbing a bite to eat with me and the sun is starting to set by the time we get back to Dancer’s. She turns at the door and I can already tell she’s going to ask me to go home…alone. I bite back the demand on my tongue. I have to proceed carefully, I know that. I can’t take her shutting me out again.

“Hey Mama, you look sad, what’s wrong?” I ask when I notice there’s moisture in her blue eyes.

“I hate leaving Dom. I want him to be okay. I need for him to be….I want to bring him home. I can’t even feed him…” She whispers, her voice breaking.

My hand goes under her chin and I pull her in by our still joined hands.

“He’ll be home where he belongs soon, Mama. You heard the doctor this morning. He’s getting stronger every day.”