Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(64)

My dick is definitely standing at attention now.

“Get on the table, Mama.”

“You’ll have to pull out though,” she says, sitting up on the table. She lifts the dress over her head and I’m not a bit surprised to see she’s butt-ass naked underneath.

“Told you how I feel about that, Mama,” I argue already standing and taking my clothes off.

“I know. That’s why you have to pull out, because ever since you mentioned it, I’ve thought of nothing else.”

My dick stands up and cheers in reaction. Fuck.





Chapter 38




Dragon


One week later

It’s been a long ass day. I’m bone tired. We brought Dom home today and had a welcome home party at the club. It was good, but instead of getting to be with my woman and son I’m trapped talking with Diesel. He’s heading back to Tennessee tomorrow and Dani and Crusher will be going with him. I don’t want my brother to go. We have shit to settle, but I think he needs the time away and I know Dani could use it. I’m hoping it helps them. I was against them two getting together, but maybe they’ll settle each other down.

I open the door to our bedroom and immediately close and lock it. I lean against the door for a minute and drink in the peace that instantly surrounds me. When Nicole was staying at Dance’s, the place was…empty. Just having Nicole here, her presence makes the entire place different.

I turn and see Nicole breastfeeding our child. It takes my air away. This is mine. What the f*ck did I do? What did the man upstairs find in me that he thinks I deserve this? Hell, I’m jaded as the day is long. I’ve seen shit that would make lesser men checkout of life without a backward glance. Worse, I have done shit in life. I have so much motherf*cking blood on my hands that I will never be clean. Still, with all of that, I have something in my grasp that is pure and beautiful. How the f*ck did that happen? I can’t begin to guess, but I’m sure not going to let it go. My world is wrapped up in this woman and our son.

“Dragon?” She questions and shit, I can’t remember my own name, let alone anything else right now.

“I want to be here whenever you feed Dom, Mama.”

“Not sure that’s practical, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, practical. I need to be here.”

“Dragon? Are you okay?”

“Just when I think I’ve got to know how good life is with you Mama, something else happens.”

“Drag…” She begins, while she moves our son from her breast and lays him against her chest and gently pats him. I don’t let her finish.

“I’m not a praying man; I’ve seen too much and done too much. But every f*cking day I want to get down on my knees and thank my maker for you. I was dead inside before you, Mama. Dead. You wouldn’t stop until you uncovered the bullet holes and patched them, made them go away. Now? Fuck, woman. The sight of you feeding our child… To see evidence of the way you completely love me and our son not just once in a while, but with every breath you take… I don’t have words. I don’t have a way to tell you what you are to me, Nicole. I don’t think the damn words have been invented. I love you is too easy, too small, to tell you what I feel. If I live to be a hundred and four there won’t be a day that I don’t need you to help me breathe.”

My woman has tears in her eyes, when I finish. I don’t know what I said. I do know it didn’t say what I wanted it to. I’m too f*cking rough around the edges to give her the flowery speech she deserves.

She walks over to the crib and lays Dom down. When she’s done she comes to stand in front of me. Her hand slides against my face and her blue eyes shine with tears, but also with happiness.

“I love you, too. Forever.”

“Forever,” I promise, and it’s more than a promise. It’s a motherf*cking vow.

She pulls my lips to hers and whispers, “Home.” The words brush against my skin and I feel it all the way to my soul.





Epilogue




Nicole


Two Months Later

My man is insane. He’s been after me for months. He wants a wedding. After the disaster of our first go around, you would think that he would have had enough. I know I have. If I never see another wedding dress, worry about bridesmaids, hear another bridal march, or ever see my man in a suit again that would still be too soon. I decided we should just go on like we are. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that Dragon and I belong to each other. He, however, refuses to go along with my plan. So after two months, he wore me down. I completely caved. Of course, I can admit that I did so after multiple orgasms. I lost count and maybe consciousness around number four. So, I agreed to anything he wanted. I only had one stipulation—one major stipulation. I told him it had to be the farthest thing from our first go around that he could find. I wanted nothing like that. I had regretted it way before the actual catastrophe at the church. Huge church weddings are not what Dragon and I are. I wanted the perfect ending to our fairy tale. What I didn’t realize at the time, was Dragon and I aren’t a fairy tale. We’re real. We’re bigger. We’re better. We’re a freaking never-ending story, and it’s epic.

So when Dragon said not to worry. I left it in his hands. The plane ride to Vegas wasn’t a surprise. The fact that all the Savage Brothers came along, save for the prospects watching the place back home wasn’t a surprise. The fact that Dani is here and smiling? It’s good. It’s not a surprise because she’s been different since her and Crusher came home. I even see glimpses of that first beautiful girl who became my best friend years ago. The fact he has me pump extra milk so Dancer and Carrie can watch Dom tonight and part of the day tomorrow? Sweet, but not surprising. The limo ride to an all-night wedding chapel at eleven-thirty at night? Yeah, it didn’t even surprise me. Dragon having a dress waiting for me in the dressing room? Again, not a surprise. I’ll admit that when I saw I would be wearing a red leather dress, which was skin tight and ended barely below my thigh, a cut that said Property of Dragon, matching black stockings and a red garter clearly visible with my f*ck-me boots? I might have been a teensy bit surprised. The fact that my bridesmaids were in matching ensembles, except they were all wearing black with red garters, might have shocked me. I can’t lie. Then again, I’m figuring Dragon doesn’t give a damn. I have to say all the girls are gorgeous and hot as hell, even Carrie—who looks like she might pop at any minute. Hell, I look hot. I admit it. Still, nothing has been a surprise (clothes not withstanding) and even though it is different, the very moment Dani, Carrie, Nikki, and Lips leave to join the men outside, I get scared. What if we’re pushing it? What if fate doesn’t want Dragon and me to get married? My heart starts beating like crazy, my palms go sweaty and I’m barely keeping it together. That’s when I hear it.