Breaking Dragon (19 page)

He’s mine.

I lean down and whisper in her ear.

“You’re mine Nicole, totally fucking mine.” I slam balls deep inside of her.

Chapter 18

Nicole

I lie here quietly, letting Dragon think I am still asleep. He’s standing in front of the window, the moon is shining off his body and it makes him look other-worldly. He is perfection standing. A Greek God couldn’t hold a candle to him. Yet, as beautiful as he is, as perfect as the package is…inside it’s broken and scarred and I am starting to fear I will never be able to touch what matters most—his heart.

I watch him for a good ten minutes and he doesn’t move. He’s getting lost in his thoughts and I know that’s not good. I’m pretty much in the dark but I know some heavy shit went down. The girls at the party were talking about one of their own betraying them. I may not understand MC life, but I’m not stupid to the way it works either. I figure I know what Dragon had to face. I don’t want to think about it. It might make me a hypocrite, but I don’t really care.

“Dragon baby?” I whisper into the room. He turns, walks over to me and gets back under the cover. I smile as he pulls me to him.

“Sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I just missed you,” I said truthfully. I hold him close, the chill of his body making me shiver before I settle into him, letting him take some of my body heat.

Dragon leans down and kisses the top of my head. 

“So fucking sweet,” he says. I smile and kiss
along his collar bone. 

“You okay sweetheart?” I ask, knowing the truth but not going there, unless he shares first.

“Just got a lot on my mind tonight.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, hoping he would.

“Don’t want my shit to touch you Mama.”

“If we’re going to try and make this work Dragon, that’s not very realistic.”

“Okay then, want to keep you out of it for at least a little longer,” Dragon sighs.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, kissing him again in the same spot.

“You might change your mind if you know what kind of blood is on my hands Nicole.”

“Do you want me here?” I ask, deciding a different approach is needed.

“No where else Mama,” he says, hugging me a little tighter in reaction.

“Then, I’m here.”

Dragon lets silence take us over. I am a little disappointed, but still I know it will take time
for him to get used to sharing with me. I need to be patient. I’ve already seen small changes in him. 

I let my hand trail down his stomach, my fingers following the line of his tattoo. It’s of a wolf howling; his fangs eerily covered in blood with the word Savages MC at a diagonal written in the blood. Underneath that the words,
Live Free or Die Trying
are placed
.
I have seen that insignia all through the club. It is on the arms or backs of each of the members. Yet, on Dragon it is different. On the others it was frightening almost menacing, on Dragon it is sad and beautiful.

Our room is dark and quiet. The sounds from the party in the main room had died down long ago. I pull closer to Dragon, our legs interlocked, his arm holding me at his side, my head resting on his shoulder. I can’t remember ever being as happy as I am in this moment. I don’t know why, but here in this moment, after everything we had done tonight, I feel like I’ve found where I belong.
      

My lips press a kiss over Dragon’s heart. He can act mean and tough and I even understand why, but he has another side to him. A side he lets me see, a side that makes me want to reach out and never let him go. I love him. I can’t deny it anymore. I’m not ready to share that with him though, if he had been listening in the shower he might know now.

It hasn’t been long, and some would say nowhere near the time needed to feel as deeply as I did. I don’t care what they say. It doesn’t matter to me. I know. I love Dragon—time and caution be damned.

“What’s your real name?” I whisper. If he isn’t ready to share the club with me, then I need this part of him. I need to know I’m not totally invested by myself.

Dragon sighs, “Mama I don’t want to get into this shit tonight.”

“Please?” I ask. It is important. In my heart I know now Dragon was it for me. If we don’t work out, there will never be another man who will get all of me like I am willing to give him
. 

“Some kids don’t have white picket fences Nicole. Hell they don’t even have houses.”

“I know that Dragon.” 

“Knowing it and living it are two different things Mama.”

“And you lived it?” I asked. I can feel my stomach twisting.

“Fuck Mama, I burned in hell with it.”

I let my hand move to his other side and pull him closer to me. I want to absorb his words, let him know I am here with him.

“Dragon is my name,” he says tiredly, his eyes closed.

“Who gave you that name?” Trying to give him a minute away from the memories I had tripped.

“My brothers in the Army, said they could feel the scorch of my anger on the battlefield.”

Having seen Dragon upset and on other heated occasions, I could firmly and wholeheartedly agree with that, so I say nothing. I just place another kiss on his chest and wait.

“I liked it, it was an honest name given to me by men who had become my family. So that’s who I am now. The person before Dragon doesn’t even exist now.”

“And who was that man?” I ask, not sure why at this point I’m pushing, just knowing I need
to. 

“The name the city gave me.” 

“The city?” I ask, confused.

“Damn it Nicole!”

“It’s okay Dragon you don’t…”

“Found in a dumpster mama, wrapped in a garbage bag. Just another whore’s throw away, addicted to crack. Is that what you wanted to hear Nicole? Are you proud you let that filth touch you?” Dragon growls out.

He sits up, on the side of the bed, his back to me. I sit behind and press against him, kissing the back of his neck and hugging him as tight as I could with my arms.

“I’ve never been prouder. I’ve never belonged to anyone in my life before you Dragon. I’m yours no matter what.” I whisper into his ear, hoping the message gets through to him.

My heart is pounding. I knew Dragon’s story was bad, but I didn’t expect this. I feel like I am breaking in half, just picturing the story he painted. Someone threw out this magnificent man with the garbage. What a beautiful baby he must have been. He deserves to be loved, to be held and rocked to sleep. To be kissed and whispered to…

A tear falls from my eyes and I am glad he couldn’t see it. Dragon wouldn’t want pity from me. I can’t show him that.

“That’s who I am Nicole. I survived; doctors got the shit out of my system. I survived. End of the
fucking story.” 

I had a feeling that was just the beginning of a horrible story. I am almost afraid to go further. Still, the fact it happened to this man, the fact that it happened to the man who owned my heart made it imperative I learn more. I want to heal him. I want to show him love and all the things he has never had in life. From this moment on, it was going to be my mission in life. Dragon would wake every morning, knowing someone loved him above all others.

I kiss the side of his neck and just hold him. I let the salty sweet of his skin soothe me. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him, reliving this was hard on him and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he didn’t share this with anyone. I would let it drop for now. We had time, and eventually Dragon would know that I am always here for him. I was about to distract him from the thoughts I had triggered when he surprised me.

“Lady at the first foster home agreed to take in the crack baby. I was a check, but for taking me off the hospital’s hands she got to name me.”

Somehow I knew this wasn’t going to be good, so I just kissed the side of his neck again and waited.

“She thought it was fucking funny to name me something to remind me of what I was. I was born in West Detroit Mama. So the name I got on my papers was Detroit West. Fucking laugh riot, yeah?”

“I think it’s a beautiful name.”

Dragon pulls away from me, standing up. He stands in front of the window again. The moonlight shining through the room highlights his features and bounces off his dark skin. He is a work of art. His short cropped hair makes me want to run my fingers over it and feel the prickly texture that never fails to send instant tingles of heat through my body. The tone of his muscular legs, the width of his back and shoulders, the ink that decorated him and finally the freaking fabulous ass that jutted out in a way a woman just wanted to dig her nails into it and mark it as hers, all of it is perfection to me.

He stares outside, lost in thought. I don’t know what to say to break the mood he is in. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed him. He turns around quickly and his eyes lock on me. I could feel them searing me. There, right there was the look of the dragon.

“Don’t kid yourself Mama. There is not a damn thing beautiful about me.”

“You are to me.” I insisted, giving up and lying back down. I can’t prove it to him, not now. Maybe he’ll see in time that to me he is.

It wasn’t the perfection on the outside that made him that way either. It was the scarred broken parts inside of him that he overcame everyday. He could say he was no good but he had been better to me than any one person in my life. He made me feel like I mattered, with the exception of Dani I don’t think anyone ever had. I am totally and irrevocably in love with Detroit 'Dragon' West.

A look comes across his face that I don’t understand—anger almost? He stalks over to the bed and grabs my legs, pulling me towards the end of the bed and spreading my body open to him.

“Don’t fucking romanticize me Nicole. Don’t even fucking try it, that won’t hold water,” He growled. “I’m the filthy bastard you stupidly let between your legs and I’m not giving it up until I’m ready.”

   He grabs his cock and rubs
it back and forth against my clit, giving me pressure but definitely not enough. I’m still wet from earlier and the look of him between my legs holding his thick, hard cock combined with the way he is watching my body open and beg for him? I might just explode
instantly. 

“Look at your fucking pussy, begging for me. Is this what you want Nicole? You want to take a walk on the wild side and let the monster fuck you till you get bored and move back to your fucking house on the hill?” Dragon growls and then pushes inside of me.

I watch him, my eyes never leaving his as he begins teasing my clit with his hand and moving in and out of me at a slow, intense pace.

“I’ll never get enough, Dragon.”

“Shut the fuck up and feel me inside of you.” He growls watching every time he slams inside of me. My body rocks with each plunge he makes, my breasts bounce and I inch up further on the mattress with the force of his thrusts.

“I’ll always want you Dragon.”

I moan and he grunts, but says nothing in response.

“I love you.” I call out as I feel myself going over the edge.

Dragon’s eyes immediately hit mine. I look into them as my orgasm takes over.

“I love you Dragon, I love you.” I whisper again on a low emotion filled moan.

His orgasm overtakes him in that moment. I feel him shooting inside of me and I tighten myself on his body as much as I can.

Dragon leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue owning my mouth and exploring every inch he could find, while his body shudders in release.

I let my tongue dance with his as tears leak out of the sides of my eyes. I didn’t plan on telling him, but he had bombarded me with so many things that I needed to let him know how I really felt. Now I was the one left feeling raw and exposed, but instead of worrying about that, I decide to concentrate on our connection.

Dragon pulls my body closer and angles us back on the pillows. Dragon is lying partly on me and partly on the bed. My left leg is thrown over his hip and I’ve dug the heel of my foot into his ass. He tries to pull out of me and I moan my protest and exert pressure with my leg and the arm I have wrapped around him. It makes him stop and I kiss his chest in appreciation.

“Baby…” He started and his voice was gruff. I hope that means that my declaration has at least broken through a little.

“Don’t want you to leave me, please? Stay inside of me, however long you can, please Dragon? I want you in me.” I whisper kissing his chest again.

Dragon groans and adjusts us so I am lying on top of him now.

“Okay Mama.” He says kissing the top of my head, “Whatever you want.”

“You, I want you.” I whisper and the last thing I remember as I fell asleep is Dragon placing another kiss on the top of my head with three words that I never want to forget.

“You got me.”

Chapter 19

Nicole