by Jordan Marie
“You guys want another round?”
“Nah Sweetheart, stock sale is tomorrow, so I have to get in early. Give me your pen,” Seth answers.
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, here’s my number. 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’d totally go out with him if not for the tall, dark, and broody man who I just know at this very moment is behind me. I know 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 ground, 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 too busy trying to figure out how to tell Dragon to go to hell loud enough they might hear me about five states over, to pay attention to Seth.
“We’re not.” I turn to the side to look at Dragon. “What in the hell are you doing?” I ask.
“Making sure men in this fucking bar 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 can do, besides die of humiliation.
The room goes quiet with the exception of the music playing in the background. I have always liked country music. Now though, with 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’s 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 argue.
“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 touches your ass.”
I stare at Dragon, thinking maybe he is crazier than I first thought. I’m also wondering if I can 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 thunders out into the quiet room.
“Well that doesn’t matter because....”
“Got to tell you Mama, I actually like Bull. You take Baker here up on his offer, a man I barely tolerate? I’ll give him worse. You are 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 just one kiss.”
“You want my mouth again? For that matter, do you want more from me woman?”
“I’m not sure, I need to think about this,” I answer honestly. He has me freaked out, I can freely admit that.
“Wrong answer, Nicole,” he growls and then he takes off, motioning for Bull to follow him.
They walk out the door. Shit, what does that mean? I look towards Irish. He’s watching me, but he doesn’t say anything. I sigh and get back to work, ignoring the looks I keep getting from Seth and his crew. Luckily, they leave shortly after and I breathe a little easier.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dani come in. She is working the poles tonight on the late shift. Irish has only given me the early shift. I don’t mind, the tips are decent and this way I get home early and I enjoy that.
“What’s up with you, girl?” Dani asks, coming over to me.
“One guess,” I answer. Since she already knew about the dance Dragon and I have been doing, it’s not be a huge leap for her.
She snorts. “Girl, go ahead, give in and take him for a test drive. You know you are going to anyway.” She said shaking her head.
“He got mad and left, so who knows what is going to happen.”
Dani laughed harder. “Anyone with damn eyes in their head know. Trust me. You can’t not know it with the way that hunk of beef looks at you.”
I sigh and bite my tongue to keep from asking for details about how he looks at me.
“Go shake your ass, I’m headed home,” I tell her.
“See you later woman,” she replies, and walks back towards the dressing area for the dancers.
“Later!” I yell back, trying not to concentrate on the sad feeling I’ve had since Dragon left. I find myself praying Dani is right and Dragon will be back. Shit.
4
Dragon
I gave myself the rest of last night and today to calm down. I am pissed at a lot of shit really. Nicole—is mostly right, at first I did think of her as Twinkie material, but that changed when her smart mouth stood up to me. Something happens to me when she talks back. It annoys me, but soothes me at the same time.
Life was shit right now, between Nicole and my men being on edge. I am about to blow.
Small things have been happening that lead me to believe we have a mole in our midst, and that shit is a bitter pill to swallow. Today a shipment of narcotics we were guarding was raided in the next county over. Cops had to be tipped off. That shit doesn’t happen without a narc being involved. You have to be able to trust your brothers with your life and if you can’t, there’s no point in having them around. Fuck, doing so can get your ass sent up.
That just brings to mind another reason why life is so fucked up right now. I got word from some men locked up with Dancer, that my brother had been fucked up more than once in the last month by some the guards. They thought torturing a patched member of the Savage Brothers—just because they could—was fun. Dancer hasn’t told me shit, and that has to fucking stop. I nurse my beer trying to get a handle on everything going through my brain.
Nicole’s going back and forth from table to table. She needs to make a move soon. I’m nearing the end of my rope, and if I snap I’m not exactly sure what I will do. She has me that strung out.
Crusher is talking and I reply here and there, but I couldn’t tell you what in the hell he is yammering about. I hope my mumbled replies don’t come back to bite me in the ass.
Finally, my girl comes over. She looks nervous, confused and sexy as hell.
“I see Tanya already got your beers,” she says watching me closely, those blue eyes of hers calling to me like nothing I have ever experienced before.
“Yeah.”
“You aren’t sitting in my section,” she says, and I know that shit. I did it on purpose.
“I know.”
That was a direct hit, but when her face paled, I don’t get the satisfaction I thought I would.
“Oh. Well I need to get back to work. I just thought, well, if you wanted.” She pushes a folded sheet of paper towards me, her face flushed red. Then, she walks away. Crush shakes his head at me. I ignor
e him, pick the note up from Nicole. It has her phone number on it.
Finally!
Fuck, she is turning me into some kind of pussy. I can’t for the life of me, tell you why I did things the way I did tonight, by not sitting in her section. All I know is that she drew a line in the sand yesterday and it was important she give in to me.
I walk over to where she is talking to a regular. I can’t remember his name. Right now I can’t remember anything other than this woman. I stand behind her until she stops talking and turns to me. “Look Dragon, I don’t...” I don’t let her finish. I put her serving tray on what’s-his-name’s table, and then I bend down enough so that my shoulder pushes into her breasts, while my arm goes around the backs of her knees, then, I lift her up and over my shoulder. “What in the hell are you doing? Put me down Dragon! People are staring! You can’t just...” I reach up and slap her ass hard, not as hard as I eventually would, but hard enough she should have gotten the message. Her hands begin beating on my back and she tries to wiggle to get away from me. I guess she didn’t understand the message, after all. I slap her ass again, harder this time. “Ouch! Dragon! Damn it that hurts!” she says and her voice sounds shaky. I am hoping it isn’t fear. I don’t hurt women, but I do like control and she needed to learn this on her own. She will eventually.
“Then behave,” I answer, rubbing her ass where I’d swatted her, all the while walking to the back office. We make it there and I close the door, shutting out the laughter behind us. I slowly put her down so she stands in front of me. Her hands immediately go back to her ass.
“What on earth are you doing?” she asks, taking a couple of steps away from me.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
“You have no right to teach me anything! We barely know each other.”
“You gave me that right weeks ago and you sealed it tonight by giving me your digits. Now get your pretty little ass over here before I spank it again.”
“I’m keeping my ass as far away from you as I can. I should have gone with my first instinct! You’re insane,” she responds, taking a few more steps backwards. “Wrong answer, Nicole! Now stop walking away from me,” I growl at her and she instantly freezes.
She doesn’t know all of the sides to me just yet. I like fire in a woman and hell, with her I’m discovering I like it even more than I thought. Yet, I also like obedience. She’ll learn that too.
At just the mere thought of her bowing to my commands, my dick jerks. Poor thing is swollen so hard I will have permanent teeth marks from my zipper. I might just make her kiss every damn one of them.
She finally stops backing away, but only because she hit the wall.
“We have a few things to get straight Nicole.”
“You’re freaking nuts! I thought we’d get to know each other! Until recently, I didn’t even know you existed.”
“Now you do and baby, I know a lot about you.”
“You don’t,” she argues looking around the room for another exit. Too bad, since I currently have the only one blocked. Sorry baby, you’re not getting away this time.
“I know how you taste when you kiss. I know the feel of your moan in my mouth when I tease your tits. I know the feel of your fucking delicious ass when you’re turned on, and I know the way you get wet when your man takes control of you.”
I watch the blush roll over her face and it fucking makes me feel ten foot tall. I’m a dark man and things have touched me that would shrivel a weaker man’s soul. Nicole is pure white in my world. A glimpse of something I never thought I would have, but I’m sure not going to pass it up.
I had this beauty all pegged wrong. She’s not Twinkie material. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s totally innocent. Fuck me, what would it feel like to be the first inside that tight little pussy?
“Dragon, seriously you’re freaking me out here. We don’t know each other.”
“I’ve heard this song from you before, time for a new one,” I say, walking towards her as if she was my prey, and right now
“If I had known you were going to go all psycho on me, I wouldn’t have given you my number!” she cries out and I can hear the panic in her voice.
I am not about to give in on this. When you’ve lived the life I have, you learn to go after what you want. I want her. I’m going to have her. I’ve decided there’s only one way to get her out of my system, and that’s to fuck her until this fever in my blood is gone.
I need to get her out of my system. It’s a scary ass feeling when your dick doesn’t cooperate with your need to get laid. I have too much stress in my life. I need sex. My dick only wants her. So, I’m going to give him what he wants, until he’s ready to move the hell on.
“Fair enough. I’ll ask you three questions and you answer honestly. If your answer is no to any of the three, then I’ll back away and we won’t ever have another conversation.”
That seems to make her breathe easier, but then she doesn’t know me. Yet another thing she will learn. I never lose. I let my smile go friendly, lean my arm beside her head against the wall and effectively block her in with my body.
“What are the questions?” she asks, like a spoiled little child who’s not getting her way. Which is too damn cute, and something I like far more than I should.
“Did you think about me last night while you were in bed?”
A deep blush darkens her cheeks. Fuckin’ A she did.
“Only because you’re a psycho!”
My smile deepens. We both know she’s lying. I don’t need to point that shit out.
“Did you think about me when you woke up this morning all warm and sleepy?” She turns away and stares off to the side, refusing to look into my eyes. I use my thumb and index finger under her chin to pull her gaze back around to me. “Answer me Nicole.”
She licks her lips. I look down at her breasts and her nipples are so fucking hard they look like diamond points sticking out under her shirt. Nice big fucking nipples too, at least the size of a dime, maybe larger. Oh hell, I can feel pre-cum gather on the head of my cock.
“It didn’t mean anything.”
“Okay, then one more question. Did your pussy get wet when I carried you in here and slapped that of yours?”
She gasped. “No!” She looks at my face, but again her eyes avoid mine.
“I think you’re lying, Nicole.”
“I’m not,” she argues. “So that means this game you’re playing is over and I need to get back to work.” She ducks under my arm, trying to escape.
That’s not going to work for me.
“Prove it.”
She freezes instantly, her body taut. “What?” she asks, and her face is white now. Oh yeah baby, you played right into my hands.
“I said, prove it. If I didn’t make you wet, then show me.”
“How on earth would I do that?” she asks and I could almost see her heart beating out of her chest.
“Strip and show me your pussy. If you aren’t dripping wet for me—if I can’t see how wet your little pussy is for me, I’ll leave you alone.”
“I’m not going to strip for you! Are you insane, high, or both?”
I grin because really I hoped that would be her answer.
“So you’re saying you’re not going to strip for me?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying!”
“Well Nicole, I’m afraid you leave me with no other choice.”
“Oh well, Dragon.”
I reach out and grab her arm and pull her into me.
“What...what are you doing now?”
“Well if you aren’t going to show me sweetheart. I have to find out through other means.”
“Other means?” Her voice comes out squeaky and it makes me smile.
“Yeah Mama,” I say softly.
“What other means?”
I bend down to whisper in her ear, letting my breath fan her skin. “I’m going to slide my hand down in your pants, move my fingers over your pussy and se
e if you’re telling me the truth.”
“Dragon I think this joke has gone on long enough, I mean really I think its best....”
“Shh baby,” I say pushing her even flatter against the wall. I put her hands over her head and secure both of her small wrists in one of my hands.
I dart my tongue along the outer shell of her ear. I can tell by the way her body tightens, she likes it. She likes having her neck and ear played with. I file this information away. The way I look at it is that this is a war, and I need every weapon I can find at my disposal. With that in mind, I whisper directly into her ear this time.
“Dragon…”
“Don’t worry, Nicole. It’s not like I’m going to fuck you baby. I just need to find out if you’re lying to me. A good girl like you, you wouldn’t lie would you, Mama?”
I move my free hand down her neck. Her small collar bone is evident against her skin. I follow the long sexy line of her neck and shoulder, admiring the way her ear is shaped. It begs to be sucked on and this might just become a favorite place to bury my face—except for her pussy and maybe her breasts. Shit, how in the hell can a man choose?
I lightly tease the skin, moving down along her collar bone, grazing one of her fucking perfect breasts, making sure to worry the nipple slightly with my thumb. Then I move along her rib cage and around to the front of her stomach. I leave my hand splayed across her abdomen, my index finger running gently back and forth over her belly button. My finger teases along the top of her shorts and I run my tongue along her ear again, before sucking on the lobe and nibbling it as I pull back.
“Would you Nicole?”
Her breath hitches and her hips thrust up against me, not much, but still the movement makes me feel like I’ve won the lottery. I push my leg in between hers and rub it against her pussy with just enough pressure. At first she tries to get away, although I can tell it’s a half-hearted attempt. Her eyes have taken on a glazed look. She’s so fucking beautiful, I ache. I can’t let her get her defenses back up, I need her more than I can ever remember needing anyone—which should worry me, but I’m too far gone.