Breaking Dragon (25 page)

I feel moisture drip down onto my chest and look down to see my woman wiping her eyes. Shit I made it worse.

“Mama, I’m sorry…”

“I love you so much Dragon, everything about you is perfect for me.”

I swallow down more words. I’m longing to open up to her, but I can’t. That’s not fair to my woman, but I need to regroup.

“Go to sleep Mama. It’s been a busy day for you. Me and the boys need to go take care of some things tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry Dragon. I know how much it hurts you and even if you don’t want to talk about it, I know what you’re doing.”

“Nicole, don’t ask me to change. The club has a code, my life has a code, I love you but if I let one fucker get away with shit like this, then a mountain of…”

“I’m not asking for anything Dragon, I’m not stupid. I’m just asking that you don’t lie to me about things or keep them from me. This is who you are, and I’ve seen it up close even if you never meant for me too, and I’m still here.”

“I can’t always share what’s going on with you Nicole and that’s as much for your safety as anything else.”

“When I ask, you will tell me what you can.”

I swallow, wondering if this will bite me in the fucking ass.

“I’ll try.”

“Good enough.”

“Are you done busting my balls now? Can we go to sleep?”

“Since you won’t give me cock, I guess we might as well.”

“God I had no idea what I was in for when I claimed you,” I said with a smile, kissing the top of her head.

“Night Sweetheart,” she whispers.

I lay there listening as her breathing evens out and she drifts to sleep.

Chapter 28

Nicole

He’s killing me. It’s been four weeks since I’ve been out of the hospital and he still won’t have sex with me. I know he wants it
, he’s denying himself as much as he is me. It’s driving me crazy. He won’t listen to reason, even when I had the doctor talk to him personally. 

Still, tonight was the night. How did I know this? Because I had a surprise for him, I had Dani and Bull taking me out during the day while Dragon’s been away dealing with Irish. I hadn’t asked but I knew whatever was going on was extra hard on him.

I hated my scars, I hated they would be a reminder to Dragon of a betrayal by his brother. I hated that they made him feel like he let me down. So I decided to do something drastic. In the past two weeks I had got an outline going from the first gun shot wound that covered my entire right ass cheek, all along my incision and up my back wrapping around my arm. It was a gigantic Dragon tattoo and I loved it. I couldn’t wait to get it colored in. Today was the first appointment for the shading and I had also put a smaller tattoo on my neck which was a dragon’s
wing that had the word mine woven into the scales.  The dragon’s fire moved up my back over my left shoulder and end
ed with a plume of smoke on the top of my hand that said Property of Dragon on it. Now, I could have gone overboard and I was nervous as heck. I was also thankful that Dragon had been keeping late nights at the Shed. Though the reason why sucked, it had helped me keep my secret a secret.

Tonight was New Years, and because of everything that had been going on we had completely missed Christmas. So I had extra celebrating to do. Dragon doesn’t know it yet, but he will be giving me what I want.

The club is packed, some of the sister chapter from Ohio were in
visiting.  I’m
wearing a dark red sweater dress that ends just above my knee. It has a turtle neck collar and covered every part of me. I had my black, high heel, fuck me boots on and my hair was starting to go back to light blonde because I had stopped adding the chestnut. I looked hot. I know I did. I was bummed Dani wouldn’t be here tonight to see me in action, but she was spending New Years with her brother.

I watch Dragon from the bar. His eyes are on me. I grab my drink that Six slides over with a wink and take a drink, lifting the cherry out and sucking on it. It’s a lame flirt, and horribly obvious, but it’s working so I climb on the stool, allowing my dress to ride up my thigh.

“You’re playing with fire girl,” Crusher said laughing.

“I hope so.”

“Lucky Bastard doesn’t know what’s about to hit him does he?”

I look back over at Dragon and he’s watching us so closely I practically feel the heat from his gaze.

“I hope not.” I grin and we both laugh as I take another drink.

“Get the fuck away from my woman.” Dragon barks, catching me off guard. Damn he moves fast. 

I watch as Crush salutes me and walks off shaking his head.

“That was kind of rude.”

“He was trying to look at your ass. Pull your dress down woman.”

“Dragon don’t be silly it’s covering everything, if it wasn’t I’d be in trouble.”

“Damn right, because I’d tan your ass.”

“You’re always threatening that, but seems like you haven’t delivered very often. Still, it’s not what I meant. I meant I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“What the fuck?” He growls grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him.

I lean up to whisper in his ear so only he can hear me though, I’m pretty sure everyone knows by this point what I am doing.

“I’m horny Dragon. I need your cock, I thought if I went commando, we wouldn’t waste time and you could just bend me over the bar and fuck me hard.”

“Nicole…,” he groans out.

My tongue darts out to twirl into his ear.

“Please Dragon take me to our room and fuck me so hard I scream loud enough everyone knows how good you’re giving it to me.”

I reach up letting the long loose sleeve of my dress ride up and reveal my tattoo to him. He grabs my arm and looks at it. When he reads the property of Dragon, I feel his hand shake. His thumb traces it and his eyes go deep, intense black.

He grabs my drink off the bar and throws it across the bar to the glasses on a shelf. Several shatter and the clatter of glass is so loud that immediately the crowd quiets.

“OUT!” He orders.

I don’t think they understand what he is saying because they are all kind of just watching him. I glance around and see several mouths drop open. Dragon’s always so self contained, had I not been getting glimpses of this new Dragon, I wouldn’t have believed it either.

“I said get the fuck out! Crush you guard the front door and if anyone sets their ass in here until I’m finished fucking my woman I will kill them. You understand?”

“Yes sir, Boss man. You heard the man! The party moves outside!”

I stare at Dragon while all around us people run to get out of Dragon’s way. My nipples are hard and I’m already so wet I can feel the moisture on my thighs.

He steps away from me and starts stripping while I watch. He doesn’t do it slow either, he’s completely undressed in no time. Then he’s staring at me.

“Who told you it was okay for you to mark that skin up Nicole?”

“Don’t you like it?” Worried now because of what he has yet to see.

“Fuck yeah, but I don’t like the idea of some fucker touching your body without me there Nicole. You get a spanking for that.”

Umm…yikes, now I am nervous about revealing the rest of it to him.

“It was a woman. Bull wouldn’t let Lee work on me.”

“Well it appears at least one of my men still has his brains.”

“Time to strip, Mama and don’t you dare act like you don’t want this, after you begged me for it,” he says stroking his cock slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. God he looks so damned good, just like that.

His hand moving over his huge cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can feel the heat move through my body. I can feel the wetness sliding down between my thighs. My legs grow weak. It’s time and though I’m a little worried, I’m too turned on to resist. I bend down to start with my boots, figuring that would be easier.

“Leave the fucking boots on.” He growls, still stroking his cock.

I lick my lips seeing the wet sticky drop on his cock’s head and wishing I could taste it. I take a deep breath figuring I’ve delayed enough and grab my sweater dress and pull it over my head in one quick movement. His eyes grow hard and he’s staring at the tattoo on my neck. I know he can only glimpse it from this angle. So I decide to bite the bullet.

“What the fuck did you…”

I turn around and face the bar, pull my hair to the side of my neck and over my shoulder so he can see the complete tattoo.

He makes a sound like an animal. His hand goes first to my thigh which is the beginning of the tattoo and travels over my ass and up my back.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back and growls in my ear again.

“Lean over this fucking bar and hold the fuck on because I’m going to wear your sweet little pussy out.”

“God yes,”
I moan bending over, spacing my legs apart to make room for him.  My hands gras
p the bar and I hold on tight. I know what’s coming; I ache for what’s coming.

“That’s it Mama. I hope you’re ready for me because I’m not waiting.”

“I’m ready Dragon, I’m more than…”

I scream out in pleasure as he slams into me. The first stroke is hard and powerful as he sinks all the way in. I feel his balls slap against me. It takes my breath away. It has been awhile, and the feel of him is amazing but extremely tight. I feel so full it’s on the verge of painful but in a very good way.

He pulls my hair again pulling my head back as he leans over me, his strokes slower and smoother now, but just as powerful.

“Is this what you wanted Nicole? Did you need me to fuck you so hard that you’ll walk crooked for a week?”

“Yes...”

“You belong to me. My mark all over your body, I know what you’ve given me and you’re not fucking getting it back, you hear me Mama? You’re mine.”

“Forever,” I gasp as he slams home again and again.

“Play with your clit Mama. Do it, I’m close and I want to feel you explode all over my cock before I blow.”

I do as he orders, but I’m so close that with just one touch, I shoot off into the stars. It's so intense that I’m barely lucid when he joins me just moments later.

******

It’s been a few hours, we’ve made it to our room, but I can still hear the party outside. They are probably afraid to come back in. The thought makes me giggle.

“What’s so funny Mama?”

“I’m happy
.” 

He leans down and kisses me, his tongue caressing mine slow and soft and sucking on it gently. It lacks the ferocity that usually involves our lovemaking, but instead it feels sweet and gentle like he is savoring our connection. Or maybe that’s just what I’m feeling, either way, it is divine.

“I love you Detroit ‘Dragon’ West.”

“I love you too Mama, down to the marrow in my bones. Forever.”

Holy fuck!

I get the words from him that I thought I would never hear. I cry like a big baby. I can’t help it. I knew he did, well mostly. Yet, to actually hear him say the words, does something to me I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Forever,” I sniffle and cry harder.

Dragon sits up in bed and gathers me in his arms. His hand strokes softly in my hair and his presence warms me all the way through.

“Forever,” he whispers while he holds me close.

We don’t say anything else, but then again, nothing needs to be said. Nothing at all. In this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt I am in the one place in this world I was born to be—Dragon’s arms.

Chapter 29

Dragon

I stand looking at what is left of a man I use to respect. There’s not much there. In the month that we have been interrogating him, I had only learned bits and pieces.

The man responsible for the mayhem in my club, and ultimately nearly killing my woman is an unknown shadow and I don’t like that shit one bit.

Irish had caved enough to tell me that it all somehow linked in with Dancer and the two of us pissing off the wrong people. At least I had a direction to look into now.

Irish was pretty unrecognizable. We branded his tats off, the ones concerning the club at least. Freak had been working on him with a razor. The word traitor wrote across Irish’s chest was an extra special touch. Now he was in an oil drum. I can’t bring myself to let the soup finish him off like we had with Twist. I am going to be slightly more humane.

“I’ll see you in hell brother.” I said. I aim my 45 at his dick and then empty the chamber.

I look over at Bull.

“After he has breathed his last, go ahead and add the stew. When you’re done, dump him and blast the fucker.”

We were going to pour Irish in the old abandoned deep mine. We’d have to pour him because with the stew, there won’t be anything left of him. Irish had a fear of being underground, so I felt it was poetic justice.