Breaking Dragon: Savage Brothers MC

by Marie, Jordan

  “Don’t want my shit to touch you Mama.”

  “If we’re going to try and make this work Dragon, that’s not very realistic.”

  “Okay then, want to keep you out of it for at least a little longer,” Dragon sighs.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, kissing him again in the same spot.

  “You might change your mind if you know what kind of blood is on my hands Nicole.”

  “Do you want me here?” I ask, deciding a different approach is needed.

  “No where else Mama,” he says, hugging me a little tighter in reaction.

  “Then, I’m here.”

  Dragon lets silence take us over. I am a little disappointed, but still I know it will take time for him to get used to sharing with me. I need to be patient. I’ve already seen small changes in him.

  I let my hand trail down his stomach, my fingers following the line of his tattoo. It’s of a wolf howling; his fangs eerily covered in blood with the word Savages MC at a diagonal written in the blood. Underneath that the words, Live Free or Die Trying are placed. I have seen that insignia all through the club. It is on the arms or backs of each of the members. Yet, on Dragon it is different. On the others it was frightening almost menacing, on Dragon it is sad and beautiful.

  Our room is dark and quiet. The sounds from the party in the main room had died down long ago. I pull closer to Dragon, our legs interlocked, his arm holding me at his side, my head resting on his shoulder. I can’t remember ever being as happy as I am in this moment. I don’t know why, but here in this moment, after everything we had done tonight, I feel like I’ve found where I belong.

  My lips press a kiss over Dragon’s heart. He can act mean and tough and I even understand why, but he has another side to him. A side he lets me see, a side that makes me want to reach out and never let him go. I love him. I can’t deny it anymore. I’m not ready to share that with him though, if he had been listening in the shower he might know now.

  It hasn’t been long, and some would say nowhere near the time needed to feel as deeply as I did. I don’t care what they say. It doesn’t matter to me. I know. I love Dragon—time and caution be damned.

  “What’s your real name?” I whisper. If he isn’t ready to share the club with me, then I need this part of him. I need to know I’m not totally invested by myself.

  Dragon sighs, “Mama I don’t want to get into this shit tonight.”

  “Please?” I ask. It is important. In my heart I know now Dragon was it for me. If we don’t work out, there will never be another man who will get all of me like I am willing to give him.

  “Some kids don’t have white picket fences Nicole. Hell they don’t even have houses.”

  “I know that Dragon.”

  “Knowing it and living it are two different things Mama.”

  “And you lived it?” I asked. I can feel my stomach twisting.

  “Fuck Mama, I burned in hell with it.”

  I let my hand move to his other side and pull him closer to me. I want to absorb his words, let him know I am here with him.

  “Dragon is my name,” he says tiredly, his eyes closed.

  “Who gave you that name?” Trying to give him a minute away from the memories I had tripped.

  “My brothers in the Army, said they could feel the scorch of my anger on the battlefield.”

  Having seen Dragon upset and on other heated occasions, I could firmly and wholeheartedly agree with that, so I say nothing. I just place another kiss on his chest and wait.

  “I liked it, it was an honest name given to me by men who had become my family. So that’s who I am now. The person before Dragon doesn’t even exist now.”

  “And who was that man?” I ask, not sure why at this point I’m pushing, just knowing I need to.

  “The name the city gave me.”

  “The city?” I ask, confused.

  “Damn it Nicole!”

  “It’s okay Dragon you don’t…”

  “Found in a dumpster mama, wrapped in a garbage bag. Just another whore’s throw away, addicted to crack. Is that what you wanted to hear Nicole? Are you proud you let that filth touch you?” Dragon growls out.

  He sits up, on the side of the bed, his back to me. I sit behind and press against him, kissing the back of his neck and hugging him as tight as I could with my arms.

  “I’ve never been prouder. I’ve never belonged to anyone in my life before you Dragon. I’m yours no matter what.” I whisper into his ear, hoping the message gets through to him.

  My heart is pounding. I knew Dragon’s story was bad, but I didn’t expect this. I feel like I am breaking in half, just picturing the story he painted. Someone threw out this magnificent man with the garbage. What a beautiful baby he must have been. He deserves to be loved, to be held and rocked to sleep. To be kissed and whispered to…

  A tear falls from my eyes and I am glad he couldn’t see it. Dragon wouldn’t want pity from me. I can’t show him that.

  “That’s who I am Nicole. I survived; doctors got the shit out of my system. I survived. End of the fucking story.”

  I had a feeling that was just the beginning of a horrible story. I am almost afraid to go further. Still, the fact it happened to this man, the fact that it happened to the man who owned my heart made it imperative I learn more. I want to heal him. I want to show him love and all the things he has never had in life. From this moment on, it was going to be my mission in life. Dragon would wake every morning, knowing someone loved him above all others.

  I kiss the side of his neck and just hold him. I let the salty sweet of his skin soothe me. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him, reliving this was hard on him and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he didn’t share this with anyone. I would let it drop for now. We had time, and eventually Dragon would know that I am always here for him. I was about to distract him from the thoughts I had triggered when he surprised me.

  “Lady at the first foster home agreed to take in the crack baby. I was a check, but for taking me off the hospital’s hands she got to name me.”

  Somehow I knew this wasn’t going to be good, so I just kissed the side of his neck again and waited.

  “She thought it was fucking funny to name me something to remind me of what I was. I was born in West Detroit Mama. So the name I got on my papers was Detroit West. Fucking laugh riot, yeah?”

  “I think it’s a beautiful name.”

  Dragon pulls away from me, standing up. He stands in front of the window again. The moonlight shining through the room highlights his features and bounces off his dark skin. He is a work of art. His short cropped hair makes me want to run my fingers over it and feel the prickly texture that never fails to send instant tingles of heat through my body. The tone of his muscular legs, the width of his back and shoulders, the ink that decorated him and finally the freaking fabulous ass that jutted out in a way a woman just wanted to dig her nails into it and mark it as hers, all of it is perfection to me.

  He stares outside, lost in thought. I don’t know what to say to break the mood he is in. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed him. He turns around quickly and his eyes lock on me. I could feel them searing me. There, right there was the look of the dragon.

  “Don’t kid yourself Mama. There is not a damn thing beautiful about me.”

  “You are to me.” I insisted, giving up and lying back down. I can’t prove it to him, not now. Maybe he’ll see in time that to me he is.

  It wasn’t the perfection on the outside that made him that way either. It was the scarred broken parts inside of him that he overcame everyday. He could say he was no good but he had been better to me than any one person in my life. He made me feel like I mattered, with the exception of Dani I don’t think anyone ever had. I am totally and irrevocably in love with Detroit 'Dragon' West.

  A look comes across his face that I don’t understand—anger almost? He stalks over to the bed and grabs my legs, pulling me towards the end of the bed and spreading my
body open to him.

  “Don’t fucking romanticize me Nicole. Don’t even fucking try it, that won’t hold water,” He growled. “I’m the filthy bastard you stupidly let between your legs and I’m not giving it up until I’m ready.”

  He grabs his cock and rubs it back and forth against my clit, giving me pressure but definitely not enough. I’m still wet from earlier and the look of him between my legs holding his thick, hard cock combined with the way he is watching my body open and beg for him? I might just explode instantly.

  “Look at your fucking pussy, begging for me. Is this what you want Nicole? You want to take a walk on the wild side and let the monster fuck you till you get bored and move back to your fucking house on the hill?” Dragon growls and then pushes inside of me.

  I watch him, my eyes never leaving his as he begins teasing my clit with his hand and moving in and out of me at a slow, intense pace.

  “I’ll never get enough, Dragon.”

  “Shut the fuck up and feel me inside of you.” He growls watching every time he slams inside of me. My body rocks with each plunge he makes, my breasts bounce and I inch up further on the mattress with the force of his thrusts.

  “I’ll always want you Dragon.”

  I moan and he grunts, but says nothing in response.

  “I love you.” I call out as I feel myself going over the edge.

  Dragon’s eyes immediately hit mine. I look into them as my orgasm takes over.

  “I love you Dragon, I love you.” I whisper again on a low emotion filled moan.

  His orgasm overtakes him in that moment. I feel him shooting inside of me and I tighten myself on his body as much as I can.

  Dragon leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue owning my mouth and exploring every inch he could find, while his body shudders in release.

  I let my tongue dance with his as tears leak out of the sides of my eyes. I didn’t plan on telling him, but he had bombarded me with so many things that I needed to let him know how I really felt. Now I was the one left feeling raw and exposed, but instead of worrying about that, I decide to concentrate on our connection.

  Dragon pulls my body closer and angles us back on the pillows. Dragon is lying partly on me and partly on the bed. My left leg is thrown over his hip and I’ve dug the heel of my foot into his ass. He tries to pull out of me and I moan my protest and exert pressure with my leg and the arm I have wrapped around him. It makes him stop and I kiss his chest in appreciation.

  “Baby…” He started and his voice was gruff. I hope that means that my declaration has at least broken through a little.

  “Don’t want you to leave me, please? Stay inside of me, however long you can, please Dragon? I want you in me.” I whisper kissing his chest again.

  Dragon groans and adjusts us so I am lying on top of him now.

  “Okay Mama.” He says kissing the top of my head, “Whatever you want.”

  “You, I want you.” I whisper and the last thing I remember as I fell asleep is Dragon placing another kiss on the top of my head with three words that I never want to forget.

  “You got me.”

  Chapter 19

  Nicole

  It’s raining. The rain makes me miss him more. I hear it falling as I slide my hand down my body. My skin is soft. There’s a slight chill to it and I can feel the goose bumps rise behind my touch as I follow the path around my breasts. I have never liked my breasts, always hated that they were too big, not as perky and round like the pictures I’ve seen or even Danielle’s. She’s got gorgeous breasts. I’ve always been jealous of that. Not since Dragon. Dragon makes me love my body. He makes me crave and remember how it felt when he took my breasts in his large callused hands. How it felt when he placed his lips on my nipple and slowly moved his tongue around and sucked it into his mouth. How it felt to feel him sucking and biting. God I love his bite.

  Last night was wonderful, beyond wonderful really. I fell asleep with Dragon inside of me and woke up hours later with him taking me again. He was insatiable; I never knew men like him even existed outside of books or movies. I stretch and my body feels sore and well used. I could almost purr like a contented cat.

  Even better, I smell of him this morning. I can smell his sex on me. Hours later and I can still feel him leaking from between my legs and I should hate it, but I don’t. I freaking revel in the knowledge that I belong to Dragon ‘Detroit’ West. I revel in the fact that last night he gave me a piece of him that very few people get—if any.

  I think back over the night we shared. The revelations that were made, the discussions, the sex that was down and dirty and so freaking hot we probably would have spontaneously combusted if I hadn’t fell asleep on him. My Dragon was a dirty, dirty man and he made me the same. I think I like being a dirty girl. I feel freer with him than I had ever felt in my life.

  I close my eyes and listen to the rain, wishing Dragon was still here. He had woke me around five this morning, telling me he had some club business to see to, but that he would be back. The fact that he even bothered to wake me up to tell me goodbye, I was sure signaled some kind of change in our relationship. I just wasn’t sure of what kind.

  I am lying here thinking about everything I had discovered about Dragon when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. I reach over to get it and check the message.

  Hey can I tear u away from Dragon today?

  Yep, she’s still pissed.

  Dragon’s gone. What’s up?

  I’m in a situation. Meet me at the house in an hour?

  Will do.

  Well that was vague—and worrisome. Dani never asks for help, especially when she was somewhat pissed at you. I get up from the bed with a sigh. First order of business was a shower and food. Then hopefully I could see to Dani before Dragon realized I had been gone. He expected me to stay here at the club while on lockdown. Normally I wouldn’t test him, but Dani is my girl and I didn’t like this friction between us. Dragon would just have to understand.

  There are no reasons why Dani and I are friends. Some things just happen. Dani walks to the beat of her own drum. She is a force of nature, a hurricane, a category five hurricane. She inspires me. She scares me. She makes me happy and I want to hold on to her.

  After a quick shower, quick because staying in there and remembering the night before with Dragon was defeating the reason for the shower, I walk through the club into the back room which also happens to be the kitchen. Irish was in there with a prospect I had met earlier. They called him Nailer. He was African American like Dragon, but that was where the similarities ended. He was just as broad and built but his skin was lighter and he looked softer than Dragon somehow. I figured his nickname was pretty much horn dog material, but hadn’t bothered to ask.

  “Hey boys,” I said trying not to take offense because they stop talking immediately when I came into the room. I know Dragon said club business was club business, but really.

  “Hey Nic. What ya’ into today?” Irish said, handing me an empty plate.

  I went about filling it with some scrambled eggs and sausage that had been set out in dishes along the bar, added a piece of toast and sat down across from them.

  “Got some stuff going on with Dani later, that’s about it. Hey Irish? What days am I working this week? I haven’t seen the new schedule.” I asked putting some butter on my toast.

  “Uh Nic, Dragon said you weren’t working at the club anymore.”

  I stopped putting my butter on half way through and looked up at Irish.

  “He what?” I growled.

  “Hey take it up with the Boss. All I know is what he told me and he says under no circumstances is his woman schlepping drinks to a bunch of drunk, horny bastards.”

  I finished buttering my toast. I was kind of pissed, but I couldn’t help snorting at the way Irish said it. Plus, Dragon had apparently called me his woman. There was no way I could be pissed after that. I took a bite of the toast and vowed to plan my attack with Dragon later.

&n
bsp; “What time will Dragon and the men be back?” I ask pushing my eggs around my plate.

  “Probably late girl, Crush and him went to the prison to see Dancer and then had some other things to do.”

  I nodded, finishing up my toast and deciding my eyes were bigger than my stomach.

  “Okay boys I’m out of here I need to go check on my girl and pack up some more clothes.”

  “I thought Dragon wanted you to stay here because of the lock down?” Nailer asked.

  “He wouldn’t want you to just leave Nic. Nailer is right,” Irish added.

  “I’m just going to the house. That’s what? A twenty minute drive at the most, I have to get some more clothes and shit and Dani called. I shouldn’t be gone long.”

  “Take Nailer with you. I’d go myself but the bar is expecting a delivery soon,” Irish said.

  I looked at Nailer with a shake of my head.

  “I’ll probably bore you silly, so if you don’t want to go…”

  “I’m ready when you are.”

  “Whatever then, let’s hit the road. See ya later Irish.”

  “Later Nic.”

  ****

  “Okay Nailer, I’ve seen Dragon mad, so I know how he got his name. Irish is pretty self explanatory and even Crusher or Bull. Should I just assume Nailer means you are a horn dog?” I ask from the passenger seat of the club’s SUV. Nailer insisted we take this black Chevy Tahoe, as opposed to my Mercedes. He mumbled something about his Tahoe being manlier, men were so silly.

  “Well I’m a man and I think we’re all pretty much pussy chasers.”

  “Well…some chase dicks,” I said philosophically.

  “Okay, well I don’t though, but even so I used to work construction, so hence the nickname.”

  “Well dang Nailer, that’s kind of a boring story,” I said with a grin.

  “Would it help if I told you Bull got his name because he was hung like one?” He joked turning into the house Dani and I had rented.

  “I don’t think I’m supposed to know that kind of information about Bull. Oh my God, I’ll never be able to look at the man again now.”