by Jordan Marie
Crusher stands up slapping my shoulder.
“She starts work next week at the club man. Let me know before then, or she’s fair
game.”
Bastard!
I take a breath, turn and look out over my club and men. We are a fucking rag-tag bunch. Crusher, Irish, Gunner, Bull, Freak, Dancer and myself made up the seven original members of the Savage Brothers. We are all brothers, having grown up on the streets and sifting through the system. We learned to depend on no one but ourselves and now our brothers. We brought in Twist and Striker, a move I’m beginning to think might bite us in the ass. I’m still not sure how I feel about either of them.
We were low on members when Dancer got in a jam—which resulted in him being sent to the big house. He shot and killed a man who had been trying to rape some chick in an alley. Unfortunately for Dancer, it was in a county we didn’t own and the son of a bitch turned out to be the sheriff’s brother. Prosecution made it look like the girl had been a whore, maybe she was, but I don’t know, but I think she might be important to Dancer. I heard she was living a couple of counties over working at a department store. I do know my brother got a raw ass deal. He is currently serving out a fifteen-year sentence. We have a club lawyer working on an appeal since the other man had been holding a knife on the girl and came after Dancer with it. I’m hoping it works. Dancer can’t fucking stand being locked behind bars. I’m worried about him. My last visit with him, something had been off. My boy was in rough shape and I couldn’t get him to talk to me. I’m afraid he is close to losing his shit.
The club needs him. We’ve built up our numbers again, but something is coming. I can feel it in my bones, and I’m not fucking prepared. We have four prospects right now and so far I’m not particularly impressed with any of them.
I fill my glass again; this is the last time though. I need a clear head to figure out what the fuck is going on with me.
How do you become obsessed with a woman you just met? Someone that is completely unlike anyone I have ever wanted before. It seems impossible. Maybe all I need is to get laid and work out the tension. There were two Twinkies dancing on the poles in the middle of the room. I don’t know their real names; we just call them the twins. They aren’t in fact twins, though they both have fake tits, pitch black hair and milky-white skin. Good looking women, but the best damn thing about them was they liked to tag team a man or men as the case is now. I watch them twist and turn while rubbing against each other as Frog, Hawk and Gunner start playing with them. My dick doesn’t even twitch. In fact, it seems to deflate the semi hard-on I had left over from the rich-bitch. Yeah, that’s a better name for her. It can remind me of why I shouldn’t have a damn thing to do with her.
My attention turns to Lips, a mocha-skinned, hot little minx with an ass that was fucking fantastic. I knew exactly how that ass felt wrapped around my dick too and bonus, Lips was a screamer. She sees me staring at her and I enjoy watching the way her breasts bounce under that white t-shirt she’s wearing with only a black thong underneath. I admit, she is one well put together woman. She’s not like the other club whores either. She likes sex, lots of sex and made no apologies for it. I respected it in a way. Part of me always wondered about making her my old lady. Not because of any great connection, but sometimes I thought about settling down with a chick that was all mine. I shared from time to time and it was fucking hot to watch a woman pushed to her limits with two men. I loved it. Still, that shit wasn’t for me in the long term. If a condom ever fucking let me down, I wanted to know whatever was planted in the woman was mine.
Lately, I had been thinking more and more of that. I think if I did take an old lady I’d have to make sure she couldn’t fucking have kids. I sure as hell don’t know what on Earth to do with them. The world is too fucked up for kids—especially my kids.
“Hey baby. You look like you could use some loving tonight,” Lips purrs, and slides up on my lap. She grinds that round ass against my cock and he perks up with interest. She bends down and kisses along the side of my neck. It feels good—really damn good. Just one problem, as hot as Lips is, she’s not what I want right now.
“Maybe later, got some shit to do right now,” I answer, kissing her shoulder to let her down gently.
“I’ll hold you to that Dragon,” she says regretfully, heading back to where the other boys are playing cards. Tonight is going to be a quiet night. Our party nights are usually on Mondays and Tuesdays. We stay busy with the club-owned businesses the rest of the time. Today is Sunday and those are closed.
It is the middle of the day and there will probably be a small party here tonight, but I don’t want to stay. Ever since the kiss with that little hot number, I’ve been feeling antsy. I feel like I am crawling out of my skin. Would it be stalking if I went back down to her house? I mean, technically the club owns the house. Isn’t it my duty to see that she settles in okay? I should have had a prospect clean the damn place up. To be honest, I had forgotten Irish had rented it out. Maybe I’ll take a few prospects with me tomorrow and get them to cut the grass and shit. That might help thaw out her ass. Why the fuck I want her thawed out I don’t know, but I do just the same.
It’s around one in the afternoon the next day.
Sad truth is that I barely waited until now to hunt Nicole down. I’d actually meant to get started earlier but my fucking VP, Crusher, wouldn’t leave me alone. So, here I am pulling up to Nicole’s house with two prospects and Crusher. I don’t want him here, but the asshole wouldn’t stay behind. I could have insisted, but fuck I’m not ready to admit to myself why I don’t like it! I’m sure as hell not ready to show anyone else how fucked up in the head I am about this girl.
The chick that was with Nicole yesterday is out on the front porch, with her legs kicked out on the banister. Her hair is swept back in a ponytail and she’s looking damn fine in her cotton shorts and tank top. She grins when she sees us. Too bad my dick’s not interested in her. I have a feeling I’d make it in there a lot easier than I will with Nicole. Damn cock doesn’t even jerk though. For the most part, it hasn’t come to life at all. It hadn’t even shown much interest with the promise of a night with Lips. If Nicole can do that to me, after one kiss, what in the hell would happen if I manage to get more? There’s a question I might should worry about more than I am, actually.
“Well lookie here. What brings you boys back out this way?” the chick asks, bringing a coffee cup to her lips.
“Thought you girls could use some help cleaning this shit up,” I answer, trying to look around to see where Nicole might be.
“Well that would be nice,” she replies, watching me closely.
“Where’s your girl?”
“One of the servers quit at the Den and they needed her to start today instead of Friday. She’s working the lunch and dinner shift.”
Shit.
“Yo, Frog!” I yell. Frog comes up to stand beside me.
“This here is Frog, he’s due to be patched in next month. Anything you want done, Frog and the other two over here will do it.”
I don’t give her a chance to reply. I go to my bike and hop on. Unfortunately, I see Crusher doing the same.
Motherfucker!
“Hey, Dragon?”
I look up at the dark haired minx I know is silently laughing at me.
“Where are you headed?”
I ignore her, not bothering to answer. I just start my bike and the bitch actually laughs out loud. I flip her off and she laughs harder. I’m starting to like her. Go figure. It takes thirty minutes for me and Crusher to reach the Den. The bar hangs back on the Tennessee line and it’s the first bar we opened. During the day it is mostly a regular bar with food and drinks served. At night, we keep at least two dancers up on the bar where poles are installed. It does damn good business, and between it and the other three businesses Savage MC owns, the club has mostly gone legit. We still have our fingers in some shit though. I do that just to keep the bigger charters out of
our territory and keep them further down in Georgia.
I know Nicole has no idea the club owns this place, or the house she rented. Hell, she’s so clueless she probably doesn’t realize the MC owns the whole damn 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 can spot Nicole and fuck me! There she is. I suddenly hate the outfits the waitresses wear. Her shorts are so damned tiny the globes of her ass hang out. 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. I should rename the bastard to hemorrhoids, because he’s a pain in my fucking ass.
“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.
“You seem awful territorial there Prez.”
Yeah so what? I thought, but don’t say out loud. I’m 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 bother her.
The thought registers and satisfaction thrums through me. My body, which had been
dead, is currently sporting a raging hard-on. She bothers me too, at least I know I’m not alone.
“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 can admit that. If he presses it, would Nicole pick him over me? I’m rough around the edges, while Crusher is smooth and easy going. Just the type a little rich girl would prefer.
I nod looking him straight in the eye, and daring him to argue. I’m not about to give him the chance to move in. She doesn’t have a choice in this, because I don’t. My body won’t let me. She’s not going to have one. Either. Nicole is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. Maybe I’ll let Crusher have her when I am done. I totally ignore the sour taste that thought leaves with me.
“Pity.”
“Are we going to have trouble over this shit?” I growl, watching the woman in question make her way through the room, back to 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 comes to women, he is a wild card at best.
“Here you go boys, two Bourbon Barrel Ales. Can I get you anything else?”
“Sit and talk for a bit Mama.”
“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! Does 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. I’m so hard, it’s painful.
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, grinding her against me.
Fuck, yes.
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 by 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. She doesn’t do it as hard as she could have, but damn it hurts. 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 know he’s laughing, but I can’t hear him over Crusher. Crusher is laughing so hard he has tears coming out of his eyes.
“Fuck that was fun to watch. I think I’m in love,” Crusher says, as he watches the little witch sashay around the bar taking orders. She has obviously been a waitress before. She’s 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 that she resists
my advances, 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 a battle. Nicole doesn’t know it, but she’s waving a red flag in front of a bull and I’m going to fucking charge.
3
Nicole
It has been a hell of a week. One whole week of Dragon coming in. He’s either flirting or being broody as hell. Sad as it is, I am fast getting addicted to both. Sometimes he comes in with men he calls Crusher and Gunner, and sometimes with a huge ass bald man he calls Bull. Tonight it was Bull. He’s actually my favorite. He rarely speaks, but I take it as a challenge to try and get him to. It has 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 I will be however, 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 to the point they are white, blue jeans and those brown eyes of his 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 set down two house brews and wink at Bull. As usual, he says nothing, but it seems like his eyes might have danced a little. Probably not, but I want to think so.
“Nicole.”
I swallow almost afraid to look. Dragon and I have been doing this dance for a while now. I know and he does too that soon enough it is going to happen. I’m going to give in and let him win or say the hell with it and jump his bones—still, letting him win. I am losing my strength to fight his pull. He makes my legs weak and I want a taste of whatever it is his eyes keep 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 that 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 the thought 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. It would make me fight harder against his pull.
It would make me walk away.
I walk off going over to another table, before I beg him not to do that. I don’t want him with another woman.
He’s ours. Bad Nicole whispers, and I ignore her and concentrate on my job.
My next 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 blond hair and mischievous green eyes. If my head wasn’t full of Dragon, I would have said yes. 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 deep, wicked 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 old cowhand and go out with me?”
I laugh, I can’t help it. I actually do like Seth. He just doesn’t make my whole body come alive like Dragon does.
“Aw, Seth, I don’t think I could handle you, babe,” I say with a little extra sass, which seems to up my tips. Well, it’s either that or the way my breasts keep trying to bust out of my shirt.
“Maybe not girl, but I’d make sure you’d enjoy trying,” Seth replies easily, as I gather up the empty bottles.