by Jordan Marie
“I got you Mama, I got you,” I mumble, my lips kissing down her neck, my fingers slide into her underwear, and immediately delve into her depths.
She’s so fucking wet, my dick is pounding against my jeans—demanding to come out and play. I slip my fingers against her soaked clit torturing it, and she bites into my shoulder. Motherfucker, I need inside of her now. I pull back just enough so I can slide her clothes down over her hips. My hand goes to my belt, fumbling around like a fucking teenager, when Nicole pushes against my chest.
“No…,” she growls.
I jerk back. My dick is free, I’m about to slide home and now’s when she wants to stop?
“Damn it, Mama…”
“We can’t, not here, Dragon. Anyone can see.”
It hits me we’re in the middle of the hospital parking structure. If I listen, I can hear cars and voices. I try to breathe, because I can barely think. Blood is pounding in my system, and I can hear it echoing in my ears. I’m at the point I don’t care who is around, I’ll take her on the fucking hood.
Finally, I spot the cement pillar behind us. I pick her up and carry her to it. I put her back against the stone, as her feet slide to the ground. My eyes hold hers.
“Take your clothes off.”
I expect her to argue. I expect her to shoot me down. She doesn’t. She kicks off her shoes, and she steps out of her clothes. She’s buck naked from the waist down. Her shirt is open and torn all to hell, her breasts are heaving in a blue, lace maternity bra, and her skin is marked up from my rough kisses. She’s fucking phenomenal. I’d crawl on hot coals to get to this woman, I know instinctively, I always will. Everything about her is perfect, and I get lost just staring at her.
“Are you going to fuck me, or wait for everyone and their grandmothers to join us?” she asks.
I guess I might have been staring a little too long, but fuck me it’s been so long…
“Haven’t you heard that the best things come to those who wait, Mama?” I ask, blanketing my body against hers, running my tongue along the outer shell of her ear, whispering my words, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of her skin.
“I’d be satisfied just to cum, Dragon. It’s been too damn long,” she says back, her voice thick with need.
I’d laugh, but her hand wraps around my dick and positions it at her entrance, while her other hand tugs on my jeans and her hand flexes against my ass.
“Why do you get to keep your jeans on?”
“Why are you asking…questions? Jesus, Mama,” I hiss out the last word, as I slide into her.
It has been too long—way too long. Her silky walls instantly stretch and welcome me, enclosing around my cock tightly. She whimpers, and her teeth latch onto my neck.
“Too soon, Mama, we can stop?” I ask, because it would kill me, but I’ll pull out before I hurt her.
“If you do I’ll kill you,” she whispers into my ear.
Both her hands slide under my opened pants, and grab my ass, pulling me deeper.
“It’s never close enough, Dragon. No matter how deep you get inside, it’s never close enough.”
She’s right. She’s abso-fuckin-lutely right. It’s always been that way. I wrap my hand around her knee and pull her leg up to my thigh, sinking in just a little more.
“Ohh…fuck, yeah. That feels so good,” she moans.
I smile and take control. My woman has become more vocal since we’ve been apart. That’s good to know. I pull back until my cock is almost completely unsheathed and then angle so I go back in differently, scraping her walls. I kiss her, thrusting my tongue in, and claiming her mouth. Her tongue dances with mine, wild and fierce and hungry—just like her slick, tight pussy. I keep our mouths fused as I pick up my pace. It’s been so long, and we’re both so far gone, I know it won’t take long. Still, I take my free hand and slide her bra down just enough I can tease her nipple. I pinch it hard, giving her a bite of pain, knowing they have to be tender. A touch of her milk glides against my fingers, and right or wrong, I fucking love it. I squeeze harder, releasing just a little more and use the wetness to slide over and over her nipple, all the while pounding into her. My balls are actually sore from the climax just waiting to explode, but somehow my woman is managing to hold on. I feel her walls flutter against me. She’s ready, but she’s holding back. I can’t have that. My lips slide along the line of her jaw, up into the shell of her ear.
“Your pussy is so good, Mama. When we finish here I’m going to take you home and spread you out on the table in my office.”
“You are…,” she gasps, as I pinch her nipple again.
“I’ve thought about it for months. I’m going to get out our toys and slide a nice, thick vibrator into that ass of yours, turn it up on high, and fuck you with it.”
“Oh shit…Dragon… I’m….” Her body jerks in reaction to my words, clamping so tight on my cock, that my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“All the time I’m doing that Nicole, I’m going to be eating your pussy over and over. I won’t stop until you scream my name so loud you lose your voice.”
With that last promise, Nicole detonates. One thrust…two…and then I join her.
36
Nicole
“I can’t believe we just did that in the middle of a hospital parking garage,” I say, shaking my head—more at myself than him. Dragon doesn’t care. He’d fuck me wherever and whenever, he’s always been like that. Case in point, the way he smirks and smiles at my words like the fucking cat that ate the canary. I shake my head even as my womb clenches, watching him slide his cock back into his pants, and zipping up. I want him again.
“You keep looking at me like that, Mama and we’re going to go for round two.”
Shit.
“I think we’ve given people enough of a thrill,” I return, thankful that no one seems to be around.
I get busy pulling my own clothes on and righting them. My shirt is a total disaster. I tie the ends, and do my best to cover my boobs. Then I brush my fingers through my hair, knowing that’s probably hopeless, too. I look up and see Dragon still has that same look on his face, but thankfully, (or regretfully) he has his pants done up now.
Regretfully, girl. Definitely, regretfully. Bad Nicole chimes in. She seems to only speak these days when Dragon is around to prod her. Weird, I’ve missed her voice, too.
“What?” I ask, when he doesn’t move or speak, choosing instead to stare and make my knees weak.
“I’m pretty sure you scared anyone away when you screamed out my name, Mama. So, no worries.”
I do my best to hide the smile I feel. I mostly succeed.
“You do realize we just had sex without protection?”
“Not wearing a glove with you, Mama, I love the feel of your pussy too fucking much.”
“Hate to break it to you bad boy, but no more sex until you start wearing gloves. I’m going on birth control, but your soldiers are so damned stubborn we’re being extra safe.”
“Whatever you say, Mama,” he says in such a way, I have no doubt his mind is made up, and it’s not because he’s decided to go buy condoms.
“Fine. Then you can pull out,” I grumble, bending down to pull the strap of my sandal over my heel. When I stand back up Dragon is right in front of me.
“Two things,” he says, his voice is gravely in a tone he gets when we have sex. It sends chills through me and makes my nipples hard. How does that happen? As hard as I came, it should be impossible at least for a few minutes, right?
“Enlighten me,” I say, trying to sound unaffected by him. I don’t think I succeed. I don’t think any woman could.
“One, I’m ecstatic, freaking over the moon that you plan on having sex with me again, and I don’t have to fight shit to get us there.”
“Dragon….” He stops my reply with a finger on my lips. It should annoy me, but instead, my inner hussy opens my mouth and sucks his finger inside.
His eyes go dark and swirly. So, good girl that
I am? I suck harder and wrap my tongue around it. Yum.
“Jesus,” Dragon mutters, and I can’t help but smile as I release his finger with a pop. He shakes his head.
“And two, mark this down, Nicole… I am not now, nor ever will be pulling out and giving up your warm, wet pussy, to leave my soldiers cold. Not going to happen. Unless it’s to cum on your face and tits, so I can slide my cock in between them and go for round two…I might could for that,” Dragon says, staring at my breasts like a drowning man looking at a life preserver that is just out of reach.
I close my eyes and picture what he is saying and swear that one touch could rocket me out of the stratosphere. This man is definitely my kryptonite.
I open my eyes to find him laughing. He picks me up and pushes me against my car. My legs go around him and my fingers plow into the hair on each side of his face. His eyes are lit up. Happy. Dragon is happy. It speaks to me. It makes me feel…complete.
“I’ve missed you, Mama. I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he says, bending down to press our lips together. I open for him without thinking, and the kiss is heated, but also sweet and slow. It’s about the two of us being together again. It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.
“We still need to figure some things out,” I caution, because I may have decided to take a leap here, but both of us need to learn to open up to the other more.
With one last soft touch of our lips, he lets me slide back down his body. His hand brushes the side of my face, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. “We will, Mama. Long as we do it together, I’m good.”
“Forever,” I promise.
His smile freezes and then kicks up another notch.
“Fuckin’ A.”
I laugh, shaking my head at him.
“You going to take me home and make good on your promise or what, Dragon?”
“Thinking I should definitely take you home.”
He takes my hand into his and leads me over to the passenger side of his Tahoe.
“You know, you hardly ever ride your bike, lately. It’s like I’m in love with just a regular guy with a nine to five job.”
“Bite your damn tongue. It’s because my woman hasn’t been in any shape to ride with me.”
“I think I just proved I can handle riding on your bike.”
“Then tomorrow, unless we’re needed for Dom, we will go for a ride. Just the two of us.”
“To the Falls?” I ask excitedly, because it’s been so long since we’ve done that.
“Anything you want, Mama,” he says, kissing my forehead. He opens the door, and I slide in, feeling more my old self than I have since the day Michael Kavanagh’s goon stood at mine and Dani’s table.
“We do have one major problem, Dragon.”
“Just one? Hell, we’re practically home free now,” he says mockingly.
“Sarcasm does nothing for you, sweetheart.”
He shakes his head at me, putting the vehicle in reverse. We drive for a little bit before he finally asks me the question I’ve been waiting for.
“I give, what’s our major problem, Mama?”
“We can’t raise Dom at the club, sweetheart. I know it is home to you, but a baby needs a house to grow up in, and I don’t want my seven-year-old wandering out of his room to get a snack and see Twinkies getting it on with some of the men. That is just not going to happen.”
Dragon goes silent, and I worry a little, but I know I’m right. The club was fine when it was just him and me, but Dom deserves a home. A place to grow, be happy, and loved in. All the things Dragon and I never had growing up.
“What if we build a house next to the compound, out back, away from the main grounds? We could put up a big privacy fence, so Dom would be protected from any of the craziness. Plus, it’d be close enough to be protected by the club and the defenses already in place.”
I think about it. I like it. Plus, it’d be close enough that Dani could watch Dom when… shit… Dani.
“Okay, Mama, if you don’t like that we’ll start looking at houses close by.”
“No, no sweetheart, I like the idea—honest. I was just thinking about Dani. I need to talk with her. I’ve not been nice to her lately.”
“She understands. She loves you, Mama.”
“I know…it’s just…we have things to work through. I completely blamed her, and I shouldn’t have. I made my own decisions.”
“It’ll be okay, Mama,” he says, picking up our joined hands and kissing it.
“I know,” I whisper, and for the first time in a long time, I believe that.
“Dial Bull and put it on speaker, Mama,” he says, motioning to his phone.
I don’t question, I just do it. Honestly, I like holding his hand. I need to be connected to him right now. There’s a part of me that never wants to let him go again. I may have taken a leap, but that fear is still there.
I put the phone on my lap and dial the number. It’s not exactly easy to dial with just one hand.
“Yo,” Bull’s voice comes over the phone.
“Hey man, have the boys pick up Nic’s car after all.”
“Damn man, you’re starting to get annoying.”
“Fuck you,” Dragon says with a laugh.
“No thanks,” Bull retorts.
“Asshole. Did you tell the boys about Church?”
“Yeah man, they want to do it tomorrow. Shit has been up in the air too long.”
“Too fucking bad, I’m taking my woman to visit our son, and then we’re going out for the rest of the day. Tell them to shut that shit down. They can bitch Friday. I’m spending time with my woman.”
“You got it.”
The phone clicks off, and I sit there looking out the window. I can’t explain it. Maybe my hormones are still wonky, but the fact that he put me before a needed meeting with his men brings a few waterworks out.
“Mama?” he asks, when I haven’t spoken for a few minutes.
“Just thinking,” I answer, managing to keep the emotion from my words. “How come you need a meeting so urgently?”
Dragon sighs.
My heart drops, expecting to hear him tell me how it’s club business, blah, blah, and freaking blah.
“Crusher. He went off on his own way too much. Put the club in jeopardy, left messes we still need to clean up. He fucked up and he called me out. If I don’t address it Mama, I’ll be viewed as weak.”
I don’t pretend to understand the way the club works—or hell, even men. I just nod. He’s let me in. Something between us has completely shifted. It feels good. So, I lean over and kiss his cheek, while he’s watching the road.
He spares a glance at me and there’s a question in his eyes.
“Hurry home, sweetheart. I really want to see the church table.”
His barking laughter somehow finishes warming me all the way to my soul. I’m home.
37
Dragon
I can remember a time when I didn’t dread church. When coming into my office and sitting around this damn table was relaxing, or at the very least, it felt like I was where I belonged. How long has it been since I had that emotion with church? Since before Irish and his crap-storm? Probably. It sure as hell isn’t today. No, it’s definitely not today.
My hand moves over the table in front of me. I’d rather remember the way Nicole looked on this fucking table last night when I tongued that sweet pussy and made her scream, or even the day before. It was so good, I needed it again last night. Fuck, who am I kidding? I’m going to want it again tonight. Except maybe this time, I’ll use the vibrator in her pussy while I fuck her ass. Fuck, my dick is throbbing and this meeting hasn’t even started.
I look over at Crusher. I’ve had him locked in the cooler for the last few days. It is, in fact, a cooler—a walk-in freezer at the back of the club that went bad. We never fixed it because it just wasn’t needed. The club has a couple of stand-up freezers they actually use. So, when the walk-in went down it seemed to make a goo
d cage. We modified it so air flow and temperature were regulated and turned into a holding cell. I sure as fuck never thought I’d have to throw my brother in it, especially my VP. That fucking shit sits raw in my gut, and I know the men around me are unhappy. Which just means this meeting is going to be a fucking picnic of butterflies and lemon drops. That helps me get my libido under control, and I prepare to do what I have to do.
I drop the gavel. The men instantly stop their idle chatter. There wasn’t much anyway. The importance of this meeting is too big.
“Meeting of the Savage MC, Kentucky Brothers called. On the table, the removal of club Vice President from rank. A vote was called. Let’s hear from the brother first.”
All eyes turn to Crusher. His eyes look at me and, fuck, I can barely see my brother in them. He looks wild…haunted. When he doesn’t make a move to say anything, I prod him.
“Do you have nothing to say for yourself?”
“Bastard had my old lady, I handled shit that needed to be done. I got Dani back, and I’d do it a fucking hundred times over. If that gets me booted from the club, then what-the-fuck-ever,” he says, and he might look like shit, but his voice is full of cocky anger.
“You defied direct orders, and put the club in jeopardy. You put a woman before your brothers, and you had the fucking balls to call me out in front of others. I should strip you of club colors right here and close the fucking vote. The end.”
“She’s not a woman, she is my old lady.”
“She hasn’t agreed to that shit, so that makes her a woman.”
“Bullshit. I claim her. My woman needed me. I did nothing more or nothing less than you would have done,” he answers and shit, he’s mostly right. Except, I did handle it differently. I might not have though if Nicole and not Dani had been taken in the same manner. I’m not fucking sure. Still, I can’t really back down.
“He’s right,” Dani’s weak voice comes from the door. Fucker, I want to yell at her for coming in during church. I want to cut off the prospect’s balls for letting her, since he’s in charge of watching the cameras at the front door and locking the son of a bitch when a meeting is taking place. I don’t, because this is the first real sign of life Dani has shown. Oh, she’s approached me alone since her attack, but to see her venture out into a room full of men? That takes balls of steel considering what she’s been through. I look behind her and see Nicole is holding her hand while standing behind her. Bloody hell. Vise meet my motherfucking balls.
