by Jordan Marie
“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.
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 navel.
I run my fingers through her hair, caressing her head. 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. 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 onto 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; it’s been like that since the first time I kissed her and felt her ass in my hands. She’s branded me and destroyed me for any other woman.
“Climb on board, Mama.” We’ve switched to having her on top 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 the subtle changes in her that I can’t begin to list 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. 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, 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’t take any 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 her 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 a 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…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 can’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 mental 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, they just get 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 ow
n 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, then feed it to him. Next, I’d gut him and feed a piece of him to the vultures every fucking day for a year.”
“So, I think it’s safe to say we’re not going to be having a threesome anytime soon.”
“Never. Not fucking ever.”
She laughs, and I can’t help the smile that comes over my face.
“You know, we might want to keep the whole entrails and gutting talk to a minimum, so Junior doesn’t hear. I’m pretty sure that’s more likely to happen than him ingesting daddy’s baby gravy.”
I bark out in laughter at that. Shit, this woman kills me. I never laughed before her. Never.
“You are one wacky bitch, Mama.”
“My man, always so sweet and free-flowing with the compliments. Shut up Dragon, and let me go to sleep.”
“Go to sleep, Mama. I love you.”
“Forever,” she whispers against my neck.
“Forever Nicole, forever.”
In just mere minutes, her breathing evens out, and she sleeps. I just lay here, holding her close, and enjoying this moment—like I always do. This is my time. My time for giving thanks to the man above for giving me Nicole and not taking her away. Time for me to just hold the one person in this entire world who will ever own me, except maybe our son and any future children.
Nicole and I are having a baby. A beautifully healthy baby boy. I close my eyes, my hand still moving along the side of her stomach. We’ve had two of those ultrasound things now, and you can see the baby clearly. 3D or 4D, I’m not sure what they call it, all I know is it gave me a picture of our beautiful, innocent child.
I have the world. I have the world here in my hands. My woman and my baby—it doesn’t get any better than this. It’s all I never really knew I wanted, until now.
“Forever, Mama,” I whisper, as I slowly let sleep claim me. It’s not quite daylight and after a workout like that, I need to hold my woman and rest. I feel my son kick against my hand and fall asleep with a smile on my face.
2
Nicole
I’m used to waking up alone by now, but I always miss him. Dragon.
I watched this movie once, a long time ago, about soulmates. It was a cheesy, corny movie, but it talked about souls being separated when they are brought into this world, and how they spend their entire existence here on Earth, trying to find their missing partner. I always loved the idea. I never dreamed it was real, but with Dragon that scenario doesn’t seem far-fetched. I find myself praying that my child finds his woman, the one woman who will complete him as Dragon does me—and good lord, if that isn’t a syrupy, sugary load of crap to be thinking about first thing in the morning. Dani’s right, pretty soon rainbows will be shooting out of my ass.
I pat my stomach gently and slowly get up. I’m hungry. That’s nothing new. I swear Junior has me eating everything that’s not nailed down. This morning, he’s demanding bacon before I even get fully awake.
“Nic! You up?” I hear the panic in Dani’s voice, even through the door.
“Come on in,” I call out, because it’s going to take me a while to even get up off the bed. Junior is already making that difficult. I’m wondering how I’m going to manage the last few months, at this rate.
“Nic!” Dani walks in, her dark hair pulled high on her head in a ponytail, her face made up perfectly with her trademark dark red lipstick. She’s dressed in jeans that look worn out, but if truth was known she bought them just yesterday. She may have left her past behind, but my girl has designer taste. She’s wearing a purple, white and black checkered flannel shirt. You would think that shirt wouldn’t go with the vibe she has going on, but somehow, it totally does. Dani’s always been like that, I’ve always been a little envious.
“Dani, please don’t give me shit about the dresses again. I gave in and let you have…”
“Nic, please.” The desperation in Dani’s voice causes my heart to trip. This is way more serious than the length of a damn maid of honor dress.
“What…”
It’s the only word I can get out. I’m too busy taking in the stark fear shining in her brown eyes. Panic grabs me, because there’s only one thing that could cause this much fear on Dani’s face.
“Mich…”
She pushes a rumpled, wadded, white paper at me, and stops me from finishing. That’s okay, I’d rather not say that monster’s name ever again. I have a bad feeling, which only gets stronger when I notice how hard Dani’s hands are shaking. I lick my suddenly dry lips. This is not good. Slowly, my attention moves from Dani down to the letter in my hand, the one I’ve slowly been unfolding without even realizing it. I stretch out the hopeless wrinkles, move my hands against them, and press hard into my leg. I’m putting off opening it. I’m not ashamed to say I’m afraid; if the look on Dani’s face is anything to go by, I have reason to be.
Again, I lick my lips, damn, my mouth is dry. I pick the paper up, not surprised to see my hands are shaking too. It’s torn out of a magazine. I look at it confused. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this isn’t it. It’s a copy of a society paper from New York, dated years ago. On the cover is a picture of Dani, a much younger and definitely more innocent Dani, but Dani nonetheless. The paper is yellow from time, but the headline under it jumps out at you—or at least it does me. It causes my heart to lodge in my throat.
Society darling, Melinda Marinetti to marry Michael Kavanagh
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, no.
“Where did you get this?” I ask, and I hate that I can’t keep the panic out of my voice. Dani doesn’t need to hear my panic.
“My car.”
“Maybe you left it…”
“It was on the windshield. How the fuck did he find me? I have to leave…I can’t stay here anymore!”
I crumple the paper in my hands. The happy, sweet face of the young girl with innocent brown eyes and broad smile mocks me. I miss that girl. She was swallowed by a darkness and pain so deep, that I’ll never find her. It took me a year, but I finally acknowledged it—that girl was lost to me forever.
“You don’t have to leave. Right here is the safest place for you, Dani! Dragon and the boys would protect you with their lives!”
Dani flops down on the bed beside me, and I hate the tears that are falling down her face. Michael took way too much from her already, and he shouldn’t get any more of her tears.
“Don’t you think I know that? Hell, half the men here still haven’t forgiven me for putting you in danger, but they would protect me. I can’t ask them to do that, Nic.”
> “You won’t have to ask Dani, we’re family…”
“Nic, Michael won’t rest until he has killed every member of the Savage Brothers, and he’ll make sure it is painful,” Dani responds, and I know she’s right.
“Dragon can handle him…we have to tell him.”
“I can’t. I won’t. I’ve caused enough shit. Fuck, I almost got you killed. You have to promise me you won’t tell him, Nic.”
“Dani, you have to let the past go.” A day hasn’t gone by that she hasn’t apologized for the mess with Tiny.
“It might be alright for you, but it’s not for me, and it sure as hell is not okay with Dragon. What I did was stupid, and we almost lost our lives because of it. All because Dragon reminded me of Michael!”
“Dragon is nothing like Michael,” I feel the need to defend, because I don’t like that she ever thought of Dragon like that.
“Don’t you think I know that now? Hell Nic, I knew it then on some level, but my brain and mind…they don’t work right when it comes to Michael. Nothing works right…”
“I can tell Dragon, he’ll understand…”
“No!” she screams out in panic. “Promise me you won’t tell him! Promise me Nic, or I’ll leave right now. I don’t want anyone to know! Please!!!”
“Dani, you have to forgive yourself. I’m alive, you’re alive, and we’re okay.”
“We are now, but Michael knows where I’m at, no one will be safe. He doesn’t know you’re involved, Nic. If he finds out, he’ll take it personal. You covered for me, you lied to him. Michael won’t accept that. I should leave, it’s the only solution. If I leave he’ll follow me and leave you alone.”
“Dani, I’m getting married in two weeks!”
“I know. I’ll try and stay Nic, but I can’t put anyone in danger and…oh god, Nic, I can’t let Michael find me again. I can’t…”
Her tears fall harder, and the sobs shake her body. I wrap her up in my arms, hug her closely, letting her cry. It takes all I have not to join her.
