Loving Nicole: Savage Brothers MC

by Marie, Jordan

  Jordan Marie

  Editor

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  Fran Owen & CJ Fling

  Copyright © 2015

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are created from the author’s imagination and used in a fictitious manner.

  Cover:

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  ***Warning***

  The Content in this book is graphic and intended for mature audiences only. 18+ and above only.

  Contains sexual violence, sexual situations, violence, excessive profanity and death. Reader should please read with that knowledge.

  Author’s Note:

  This book is part of an ongoing series. While it can be read as a standalone it is highly recommended that you have read Volume 1 of the Savage Brothers MC series, Breaking Dragon. Volume 2, Saving Dancer, while not as closely linked to the main characters will also provide more character detail that is useful when reading.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to all who have had a part, both large and small, in helping me live my dream. From a note of encouragement to the purchase of the book and anything in between, there are no words I can offer except a heartfelt thank you.

  For the readers who have opened their hearts and minds to embrace Dragon and Nicole, please note this book was meant to be a celebration of their love. A short novella to celebrate their wedding. Dragon, as he often does, had other plans. The direction it went into was not planned, and for the life of me I cannot write with an outline. It’s a wild, crazy and emotional journey which took it way out of the realm of a wedding book. It takes a village to write a book seems appropriate for me. Please read to the end to see my list of acknowledgments; for the wonderful people in my corner.

  I hope you enjoy the story, I’m not ashamed to say it’s my favorite of all I have written both in this series and in the past.

  Jordan.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Epilogue

  Note from Author

  Preview of Claiming Crusher

  Acknowledgments

  Playlist & Author Information

  Newsletter signup

  Previous Titles

  Loving Nicole

  Savage Brothers MC Series

  Book 3

  Jordan Marie

  Prologue

  Michael

  New York

  Three Weeks Earlier

  I push my chair back, tilting it while bringing my feet up. I rest them on my desk. My eyes follow the perfect crease in my three thousand dollar Armani suit. You have to pay for perfection, demand it. From where I am sitting I can see my secretary buttoning up her black, silk blouse.

  A shame really, because it will ultimately cover up the marks I left on her body only moments earlier. I came oh so close to choking the life out of her. She blacked out this time. Just the memory of it causes my dick to jump and I wonder how quickly I can finish this call. Will I have time to take her again, before my next meeting? Maybe I’ll force her to suck me off and hide under my desk. If she’s a good little dog, I’ll give her what she wants later. She’s always begging for it. As dangerous as I am, she still craves more. It’s good, it’s an aphrodisiac knowing she’s getting off on it—but only because it makes me push it farther. I have to, because if not, I don’t get to see the fear in her eyes and motherfucker, I crave the fear.

  “Hurry Donald, I have someone waiting on me.”

  At my words my secretary turns and looks at me, her brown eyes flash in understanding.

  I take my feet down, slide my seat back another couple of inches and motion under my desk. She walks towards me, but I shake my head no. She stops instantly, such a good little pet.

  Naked. I mouth the word. She nods her understanding and begins undressing.

  “Mr. Kavanagh, we’ve found her.”

  I freeze. The little bitch has been missing for five fucking years.

  “Where?” I demand, waving my secretary off. My dick being jammed down her throat is the last thing on my mind now. She picks up her clothes and quickly exits, having seen this mood enough to know to run for cover.

  “She’s in a small town in Eastern Kentucky.”

  “No fucking way.”

  “Yes sir, do we apprehend her and bring her to you?”

  I consider this, as it would be the easiest and ultimately the cleanest alternative. But alas, I do not do clean nor easy.

  “No. Watch her, evaluate the situation. I want pictures tonight. I wi
ll decide after that.”

  “Yes sir, there might be one slight issue.”

  My hand tightens on the receiver. I will not have anything stand in my way now. It will not happen.

  “That is?” I prompt.

  “She seems to have taken up with a gang.”

  “A gang? That does not sound like Melinda. Perhaps your incompetence is showing again, Donald.”

  “No sir, the hair is different, but this is definitely Mrs. Kavanagh.”

  “A gang?”

  “A motorcycle gang. I believe they call themselves the Savage Brothers.”

  A motorcycle gang? Well, well, my Melinda never ceases to amaze, too bad I’m going to kill her.

  “I expect a detailed report tonight. Do not disappoint, Donald.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I hang the phone up and turn my seat around to stare at the skyline of downtown Manhattan. The different shapes and sizes of the skyscrapers jut and point in a peculiar pattern, which is strangely beautiful. The water in the distance is calm and the blue reflects the sun’s glare. My hands tighten on the arms of my leather cushioned chair.

  Finally, Melinda is in my grasp. I vow she will not get away this time.

  Chapter 1

  Dragon

  I come awake slowly, my eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room. A smile hits my face as I feel my woman’s lips graze my stomach.

  “Morning, Mama.”

  “Mmmm…,” she moans against my skin, her tongue darting in and out of my belly button.

  I run my fingers through her hair, caressingly. I love her hair; the color, the texture, the way it always feels so soft between my fingers. I feel her teeth rake across my skin. She places a teasing bite on my stomach at the same exact time her hand cups my balls, gently massaging them.

  I wrap her hair tighter around my fingers. Fuck, yeah. My girl has been horny as hell this last month. She says it’s because of the pregnancy. All I know is I get to fuck her, sometimes, five times a day and I love every damn second of it; even when I can do nothing but get her off with my fingers, because my dick is exhausted. I’m one happy motherfucker. Hell, I might keep her knocked up constantly if this is the reward.

  “My Mama needing me to make her come?” I ask. Her head slowly raises, she looks up with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, and they lock on mine.

  “No,” she says with a smile, her voice warm, husky and full of need. Her hand goes to my cock, pumping it with a firm grip. Her thumb grazing the slick head with each downward stroke.

  “No?” I ask confused, because her actions are not going along with the denial.

  “No, I want you to come,” she corrects me and bam, just like that, I feel my release so close a cold sweat breaks out on me.

  This woman has so much power over me and it’s been like that since the first time I kissed her and felt her ass in my hands. She branded me and destroyed me for any other woman.

  “Climb on board, Mama.” We’ve switched to having her on top most of the time when we make love because I’m afraid of hurting the baby. She’s six months along now, and fuck, she’s gorgeous—more beautiful every damned day. The sight of her stomach swelled and tight with our baby, her large breasts even bigger—preparing for our child all of the subtle changes in her that I can’t begin to list…all those put together and Nicole, herself, captivates me. Every day I find something new to love that I want to explore with her.

  Nicole ignores my demand and instead, slides farther down between my legs and before I can gather my brain cells to say one more thing, her mouth is sliding down my staff and she’s sucking on my cock with a growl. My head pushes back against my pillow and my eyes close. I take a minute to just relish the feeling of being owned by this amazing woman and the hot, wet, slick depths of her mouth.

  Nothing better. There is nothing better than being with Nicole. That is the one sane thought I can muster as she picks up her pace and starts sucking my cock harder, in tandem with her hand stroking me and controlling the depth.

  She’s been waking me up every day like this. I haven’t told her that there are times I wake up before her and pretend I am still sleeping, just waiting for her mouth. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her tongue sliding along my dick. Reveling in the soft, wet, slow slide as her tongue flattens and licks me so fucking good I can barely hold on. When it flicks over the head, darting hungrily to gather all the pre-cum that is dripping from me, I can take no more.

  My hands go under her arms and I lift, pulling her up so fast that she is quickly straddling me. Nicole works with me and uses her hand to guide me inside. I groan as I slip into silky depths. I do my best to remember to hold her back. My woman is fucking greedy, if I don’t watch her, she will slam down on me until I bottom out inside of her. It’d feel fucking fantastic, but I don’t want to do anything that may harm the baby. The changes in the way I give her my cock are driving her crazy. I know that’s part of the reason she’s been waking me up every morning with my own personal form of happy ending.

  I can’t help it though. The thought of a part of the two of us growing inside of Nicole is a miracle to me. A beautiful miracle that I never thought I would experience. The fact that I’m sharing it with a woman who owns a piece of my soul? A woman who I’m so fucking wrapped up in, I will never get free? Shit, that’s so far into the miracle zone I can’t even fucking believe it.

  “Dragon…” Nicole whimpers and I know it’s because I’ve used my hands on her hips to slowly lower her on me. See? Greedy.

  “Damn Mama, do you feel how your pussy is already trying to milk me dry? You want my cum, don’t you?” I growl as I feel her inner muscles clench on my dick, compressing and releasing so slow and tightly that it is divine torture. I never want it to end.

  Nicole begins her ride in earnest now. Sliding up and down on me, the room echoing with the combined sounds of our breathing, moans and the slick suction of our union. Up and down and on each downward stroke she curls and rotates, while bearing down on my cock so firmly, I know I make some kind of unintelligible noise, I just couldn’t tell you what it is.

  My hands are cupping her swollen breasts. The nipples have darkened and grown. They fascinate me these days. They’re so ultra-sensitive that I’ve been able to make her come doing nothing but torturing them for an hour or so. It’s a fun game that I make note to play again later today. It’s my contribution to making sure the baby is strong. It always wears her out enough, she takes a mid-day nap.

  I lean up to run my tongue along one of her nipples; it has hardened so much it looks physically painful. I use my thumb to graze against the other one. Her hands wrap around my head pulling me closer with such force, my dick is as rigid as stone when I thrust up into her. Fuck, it turns me on knowing she needs me this much. She is mine.

  I switch nipples and use my thumb and forefinger to torture the moistened one I leave behind. Nicole’s ride somehow picks up speed, the movements she makes are jerky and not as controlled. Her breathing is erratic, her head is thrown back, her soft blonde hair glistens in the pale sunlight, and the ends tease my legs.

  Fucking phenomenal and mine, all mine. I’ll kill a motherfucker if he even tries to touch her.

  That thought fragments into a thousand pieces as she comes. I feel her wet, slick cream sliding over me. She’s using my cock so hungrily, I’m immediately pulled along with her and unload so hard inside of her—I think I might die on the spot.

  Heaven. This is the closest I’ll ever get to the place. When I am with Nicole, when I am inside of her, when I am fucking her, when she is begging for my cum? That is my heaven.

  Nicole collapses against me, angling so that her head can rest against my neck and shoulder. Her lips touch my jawline and chin before she settles against me.

  “I’m pretty sure Heaven has angels singing, pearly gates, and golden streets…not your woman’s pussy, sweetheart.” She yawns against my skin.

  Shit, I didn’t realize I spoke the words out loud.
I kiss the top of her head. My hand rubbing the side of her stomach where our child is resting.

  Every. Damn. Day.

  Every day since Nicole has come into my life just gets better, happier, and fuller. I don’t even know how that shit is possible, but I am completely happy. Hell, I even yawn along with her. It’s no shame. My woman wears me out—in all good ways.

  “That’s the reason it’s also the only heaven I want, Mama. An eternity without my woman’s pussy? Fuck that. You and I will make our own afterlife.”

  She laughs I think. I can’t be sure because her lips are buried against the pulse in my neck and she yawns at the same time.

  “You didn’t let me finish sucking you off again. I want your cum, Dragon.”

  “I gave it to you, woman.”

  “You know what I’m saying Dragon, don’t play dumb,” she says while her hand wraps loose around my stomach, she slides off my cock and wraps one leg over my hip.

  “Told you Nicole, my boy ain’t about to taste my cum.”

  “And I told you, that’s not how it works…”

  “I heard you, but I think about it when you’re sucking me and I can’t let go. So, this is how I’m gonna play it.”

  “I’m going to keep trying. One day you’ll be so far gone, you will give me your cum before you think about it. I just need to get more inventive.”

  “Woman, I think you’ve tapped the market on inventive, unless you’re thinking about bringing another party into our bed.”

  “I’d gut a bitch who tried to get near your cock. Hell, any part of you. Fuck, even our bed. I’d gut her and dance on her entrails.”

  I laugh as I hear my words, words I’ve used come back at me.

  “Woman, you’re starting to sound like me.”

  “It’s a problem, but I deal with it. Back to the issue at hand though, another woman is not getting near you, hmmm, another man though…”

  “I’d cut off his cock and feed it to him, then gut him and feed a piece of him to the vultures every fucking day for a year.”