Breaking Dragon (5 page)

I know Nicole has no idea the club owns this place, or the house she rented. Hell she was so clueless she probably doesn’t realize the club owns the damned town.

I walk in leaving Crusher to follow behind me. Irish is behind the bar. He jerks his head in greeting. I look around to see if I could spot Nicole and fuck me! There she is. I suddenly hate the outfits the waitresses wear. Shorts so damned tiny the globes of her ass hang out even more than the day before. She has a tight little black tank top that shows the sides of her tits. Fuck a man could get hypnotized with the way they sway when she walks. I sit down at a table in the back and watch as Crusher slowly makes his way to me. Bastard, I should rename the asshole.

“Get your goddamned eyes back in your head before I knock them back in,” I growl when he eye fucks Nicole the minute he catches sight of her.

Crusher tears his eyes from her and looks at me. Then he laughs his ass off. Yep, Bastard is his new fucking name.

“Seem awful territorial there Prez
.” 

Yeah so what?
I thought, I didn’t say it. I was too busy watching Nicole come over to our table. She stumbles when she sees me, but to her credit she keeps coming.

“Boys,” she says.
“You need a menu?”  

“Two beers, house brand,” I answer quietly, watching her. Her tongue darts out and her face takes on a light blush. She licks her lips and I nearly groan at the way my dick instantly springs up demanding attention. She stares at me for a minute and then takes off back towards the bar. I get to her. The thought registers and satisfaction thrums through me. My body, which had been dead, is currently sporting a raging hard on.

“I take it you’re staking a claim?” Crusher says, and I can hear the disappointment in his voice. It pisses me off. Crusher is a good looking fucker, even I could admit that. If he pressed it--would blondie pick him over me? I was rough around the edges, while Crusher was smooth and easy going. Just the type a rich little girl would prefer.

I nod looking him straight in the eye, and daring him to argue. I am not about to give him the chance to move in. She doesn’t have a choice. She’s not going to have one. Nicole is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. Maybe I’d let Crusher have her when I am done. I totally ignore the sour taste that thought leaves in me.

“Pity.” 

“Are we going to have trouble over this shit?” I growl, watching the woman in question make her way through the room, towards our table.

“I’ll stand back, but if she doesn’t bite, she’s fair game.”  

Not what I want to hear from the fucker, but more than I figured he would give me. I might be his best friend and his President, but when it came to women, he was a wild card at best.

“Here ya’ go boys, two Bourbon Barrel Ales. Can I get you anything else?”

“Sit and talk for a bit M
ama.”   

“Sorry I can’t.
Don’t want to make a bad impression on my boss.”  

She starts to turn around but I grab her wrist and haul her ass down on my lap. She tightens her body and her nails dig into the arm I have currently wrapped around her waist, holding her down. I keep her from getting up, because I know if I let go she will run.

“Yo, Irish! Nicole’s out of commission for a few.”

“Got it Boss man
.” 

Nicole looks back at me then back toward Irish. She huffs and her blue eyes go large and wide, as understanding hits her.

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Usually,” I answer honestly.

“So you own this place?” She asks and her nails stop biting into my arm. Fuck me! Did it make me more appealing if she knows I have money too? That tastes like bitter shit right there.

“
The club does.” 

She eyes me up and down. I hate that my having money impresses her, but the way she just wiggled her thick, perfect ass on my lap is driving me crazy. I could drive nails with my cock by this point.

She turns so she is straddling my lap, her hands come up around my neck and she pulls my face in closer. I grab hold of her hips and pull her down harder on me. Fuck yeah.

She moves her index finger along the side of my jaw line and down my neck. Her face moves closer to my ear and I can feel her hot breath.

“Mmm…Dragon do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” I feel her teeth bite into the side of my ear.

“Carrying you into the back and fucking you seven ways to Sunday?” I answer, my eyes mesmerized on her breasts, as she rotates her hips against my body.

She pulls up on my lap so one leg is on the floor and bends the other so her knee is along the top of my thigh. Fuck why did I ever think she was innocent? There’s nothing innocent about the way….

“Giving me a damned good sexual harassment lawsuit you asshole!” She growls and then pushes her knee into my crotch. It wasn’t as hard as it could have been, but damn it hurt.

She pulls away, grabs her tray and turns her back on me.

“Irish, I’m back on duty.”

“Got it Nicole,” he says and I knew he was laughing, but I couldn’t hear him over Crusher.

Crusher laughs so hard he has tears coming out of his eyes.

“Fuck that was fun to watch. I think I’m in love,” Crusher said as he watches the little witch sashay around the bar taking orders. She has obviously been a waitress before. She was damn good at it. Why a girl who drives a Mercedes is working as a waitress is beyond me. She is a puzzle and hell if that doesn’t make her more interesting. There’s also the fact she resists when I usually have bitches begging for me.

I put the cold bottle of beer on my nuts, because damn it all to hell I needed to. I’m pissed off, but at the same time I am intrigued as hell. I like the battle. Nicole didn’t know it, but she is waving a red flag in front of a bull and I’m going to fucking charge.

Chapter 4

Nicole

It had been a week. One week of Dragon coming in either flirting or just being broody as hell. Sad as it was, I am fast getting addicted to both. Sometimes he came in with men he called Crusher and Gunner and sometimes with a huge ass bald man he calls Bull. Tonight it was Bull. He actually is my favorite. He rarely speaks, but it was a challenge to try and get him too. It had become a game for me. Tonight, I figure Bull will win, but that is only because I will be more distracted by Dragon than normal. This is hard to believe, even for me, but sadly true. I know this because I watch them come in and Dragon just looks so damned good tonight. He is wearing a sky blue t-shirt that stretches across his torso like a glove. He has on faded almost white, blue jeans and those brown eyes are even more intense. I don’t bother to go ask for their order. I know the drill by now.

“Hey boys, you’re running late tonight.” I say, trying to avoid looking into Dragon’s eyes. I lay down two house brews and winked at Bull. As usual, he says nothing but it seems like his eyes might have danced a little. Probably not, but I wanted to think so.

“Nicole.”

I swallow almost afraid to look. Dragon and I have been doing this dance for awhile now. I knew and he did too, by this point it is going to happen. I am weakening. He makes my legs weak and I want a taste of whatever he keeps promising.

The only thing holding me back is I’m just a little afraid of him. He is a player and I am a novice with men. One thing I am totally and definitely sure of is Dragon will leave his mark on me. I’m just not sure how deep it will go and that unknown is why I am trying to fight it. I’m weakening though and I know Dragon senses that.

“Dragon,” I say, hoping like hell I sound bored and not the bundle of nerves I actually am.

“We need to quit playing this game Mama.”

“I agree. You should give up and go find a Twinkie.” I say boldly, even though it kills me. Part of me wishes he would because that would give me an excuse to say no, when I really want to say yes.

I walk off going over to another table, before I beg him not to do that. The table is full of some regulars who come in to drink and wind down after a hard day of working on a local farm. They are nice enough guys. They tip well and are fun to be around. One of them, Seth has asked me out. He is good looking, in a young cowboy kind of way, with sunny blonde hair and mischievous green eyes. Had I not been hung up on Dragon, I would have said yes a week ago. Trouble is I am totally hung up on Dragon. It is taking all I have not to demand another kiss from him, or to give in to his numerous advances. Each time he finds a reason to put his hand on my back or my hip, each time he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, each time he says my name in his gravelly voice…each time…each fucking time, I want to jump on him and ride him like a horse in the Kentucky Derby!

“Nicole, woman when are you going to feel sorry for a broken down ole’ cow hand and go out with me?”

I laugh, I couldn’t keep from it. I actually do like Seth. He just doesn’t make my whole body come alive like Dragon did.

“Aw, Seth I don’t think I could handle you, babe,” I say with my ole shucks sass which seems to up my tips.

It was either that or the way my breasts kept trying to bust out of my shirt. I was trying to be optimistic.

“Maybe not girl, but I’d make sure you’d enjoy trying.” Seth replies easily as I gather up the empty bottles.

“You guys want another round?”

“Nah Sweetheart, stock sale is tomorrow, so I gotta get in early. Give me your pen.” Seth answered.

I reach behind my ear where I keep my pen perched and hand it to him. He scribbles something down on a drink napkin and gives it to me, along with the pen.

“There. Call me. A bunch of us are planning on spending Saturday night out at Holly Bay under the stars.”

I think he can see the no coming because he holds his hand up in a ‘stop’ motion.

“Think it over, love to get to know you better babe, no pressure.”

Yep I would totally go out with him if not for the tall, dark, broody man who I just knew at this very moment was behind me. I knew this because he reaches around and takes the napkin out of my hand and rips it up. The pieces fall on the table with a few drifting down to the floor. I concentrate on those pieces until they hit, trying to figure out how to handle this situation.

“The lady’s not interested Baker. Look elsewhere.” Dragon’s voice rumbles in my ear and the hot air sends chills down my back.

“Dragon, didn’t realize you and Nicole were dating.” Seth says and he looks between me and Dragon, his eyes lock on mine and I see disapproval there. That kind of pisses me off, but I am busy trying to figure out how to tell Dragon to go to hell loud enough they might hear me about five states over.

“We’re not.” I turn to the side to look at Dragon. “What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

“Making sure men know my woman is
my
woman.” Dragon says, with
those big beefy arms of his crossed at his chest. 

“When the hell did I become your woman?” I ask, while bad Nicole is jumping for joy inside.

“The minute you gave me a taste of that mouth,” Dragon answers.

“That was over two weeks ago and besides what happened next made that kiss null and void.” I argue, ignoring the heat that races up my face.

“What happened next? You mean when you wrapped your legs around me and tried to claw up my damned back?”

“No! I mean when you tried to get me to fuck your whole damn club!” I exclaim, before I realize what I am saying. Once it’s out there though, there’s not much I could do, besides die of humiliation.

The club goes quiet with the exception of the music playing in the background. I have always liked country music. Now though, the sound of some man whining about going redneck crazy? I hate it.

“Woman you got legs?” Dragon asks. I look at him like he is insane, and it’s a good possibility.

“Yes and I’m using them to walk away from you.”

He grabs me before I can.

“You control who opens and closes your legs yeah? I ain’t making or asking you to do shit.”

“You insinuated!” I argued.

“You put words in my mouth Nicole that’s on you.”

“You’re so full of shit Dragon. We both know what you said.”

“Maybe we see it differently. Ask Bull what I told him I’d do if he touched your ass.”

I start wondering if I could kill him with laser beams of death shooting out of my eyes
. 

“I don’t need to ask Bull, because….”

“Bull, what did I tell you man?”

“That you’d cut my dick off if I tried to get it near your woman?” Bull’s big voice thundered out into the quiet room.

“Well that doesn’t matter because….”

“Got to tell you Mama, you take Baker here up on his offer and I’ll give him worse. You’re mine. You feel me?”

I look at his dark eyes and feel this nervous anxiety flutter through me. His words excite and trouble
me. 

“Um…Dragon, you realize that’s a little crazy after one kiss?”