“Oh my God! I was flirting! Women do that when they think someone standing before them is hot!” He grins and I swear at that moment I want to slap the shit out of him. How could someone you just met make you feel such a range of emotions?
“And besides that,” I continue, before I gave into the urge to kill him, “it was just a damn kiss.” I hold up my hand when he starts to argue with me. “It was a fucking kiss, nothing else! I don’t even know your name for God sake!”
I turn to the door when his voice stops me, “Dragon.”
“What?” I ask, looking over my shoulder to ask.
“My name is Dragon.”
“I seriously doubt that, but in either case it doesn’t matter as I won’t be using it.”
“Learn it Mama. Cause trust me, you will be fucking screaming it out and soon.”
I ignore him. I mean really, what can you say to that…especially when my body wanted to agree with him. I make it inside the kitchen and slam the door. I lean against it and look at Dani. We stare at each other a minute and then Dani grins.
“So, that was interesting.” She deadpans.
I look at her like she had just grown three heads. We hear the bikes start up outside and then slowly we both start laughing, as I sink to the floor on my ass.
Chapter 2
Dragon
My boys and I pull into the club and I don’t talk. They’re still laughing their asses off, hell I would be too if it had happened to Crusher or one of the other men.
I stomp into the club and go to the bar and look over at the prospect, “Jack.” I bark.
He nods, puts a glass in front of me and pours it in.
“Leave the bottle.”
He did as told, and goes back to wiping the glasses he’s stocking on the shelves behind the bar.
Crusher, my VP and best friend, saddles up beside me on the stool. He doesn’t talk. I know he is dying too. Crusher and I had been through some tough shit. He has always had my back and though I trust all my brothers, Crusher is someone special to me. We had forged a bond in blood. It would stand till the world stopped.
“She’s a hot little piece.” Crusher says, as the prospect puts a glass down in front of him. He grabs my bottle and pours himself a drink. Bastard!
I grunt, finishing off my drink and pouring another one. My mind keeps flashing back to that kiss. That damn fucking kiss and how it felt to have my hands full of that thick ass. I’m still hard thinking about her. I have screwed the pooch with the way I handled things. I wasn’t about to let go till I got my taste though, that was just fact. She’s not anything I ever thought of nailing to be honest. I mean she is sexy as fuck but I never went for the rich bitches. Hell, I never went for any kind really. I nailed the pussy at the club and let it go. My life was too fucked up to think about attaching myself to one woman and I sure as hell wasn’t the type to date. I was thirty-six years old, I have never been on a fucking date, never imagined going on one. I never would. In my life you were lucky to be alive and survive, that’s the way it has always been and appeared to be how life was made for me. Miss Nicole’s fucking shoes probably cost more than my bike. Not that it bothers me. The club makes sure we all have a good fucking life as far as money, but I sure wasn’t into that high brow shit. In fact, it’d be best if I forget the bitch exists. Except when I saw her standing at the gas station barefooted with that luscious round ass barely contained in her cut off jeans and those damned tits looking so juicy, I had to get closer and that hasn’t changed.
When she started driving towards the club? I couldn’t help myself. I had to check her out further. The last thing I expected was the punch that kiss had delivered. I could still taste her on my lips and fuck me, I wanted a deeper taste.
“You gonna push it?” I knew what Crusher was asking. What I didn’t know was the answer.
“Fuck if I know.” I answer honestly.
“Let me know if you don’t.” He says evenly. I look up at him.
“Hey man. She’s damned fine.”
“She’s got trouble written all over her.” I’m not feeling his interest at-fucking-all.
“Yeah but what a trip, some things are worth the trouble man. She caught on fire for you. I’d like to see how deep that fire runs.”
I want to slam my fist in his head. How fucked up is that? Fuck yeah, she had caught on fire. I was the lucky bastard who got to feel it. I was damned glad he hadn’t--- I might have been forced to kill him.
“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company,” Tash asks, coming up behind me and hanging on my back.
She is a club whore and I had used her a few times. She was clean and knew how to ride a man’s cock, which was about the only requirement of club Twinkies. She wasn’t much to look at in the face and her body was too damned boney to suit me---but she was tight. I smile thinking about Nicole, little spit fire didn’t like the idea of being club pussy…I like the sass she showed.
“Nah, Tash why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind girl.” I watch as Crusher’s eyebrow shoots up. He knew what the fuck I was about. I wanted him to tire himself out so he’d quit thinking of Nicole. He laughs and the sound grates on my nerves. Tash walks over and slams her lips down on Crusher’s. Crusher took the kiss and moved his hand up under the barely there mini dress she had on, pushing it so her naked ass was hanging out. Easy access was a must with club whores, most of our men didn’t like waiting for it.
Crusher stands up slapping my shoulder. “She starts work next week at the club man, let me know before then or she’s free 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 Me made up the seven original members of 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 had brought in Twist and Striker. A move I was beginning to think might bite us in the ass. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about either of them.
We had been low on members when Dancer got 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 had been 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—I didn’t know. I heard she was living a couple of counties over working at a department store. I did know my brother got a raw ass deal. He was currently serving out a fifteen year sentence. We had a club lawyer working on an appeal, since the man had been holding a knife on the girl and came after Dancer with it, I was hoping it worked. Dancer fucking couldn’t stand being locked behind bars. I worried about him and at my last visit something had been off. I’m afraid he is close to losing his shit.
We had four prospects right now and so far I wasn’t particularly impressed. I fill my glass again, 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 was completely unlike anyone you had ever wanted before? 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. The twins, I don’t know their names, we just called them the twins. They answered. They weren’t in fact twins, though they both had fake tits, black, 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 was now. I watch them twist and turn and rub against each other as Frog, Hawk and Gunner start playing with them.
My dick doesn’t even twitch. In fact it seems to deflate from the semi hard on I had left over from the Rich Bitch. Yeah, that was a better name for her. It reminds 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 m
y 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. She had on a black thong. I admit, she is one well put together woman. She wasn’t like the other club whores either. She liked sex, lots of sex and made no apologies for it. I respected it in a way. Part of me always wondered about making her an 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; it was fucking hot to watch a woman pushed to her limits with two men. I fucking loved it. Still, that shit wasn’t 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 didn’t know what on Earth to do with them anyway.
“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 she was…she wasn’t what was on my mind right now.
“Maybe later, got some shit to do right now.” I said, 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 were playing cards.
Tonight was a quiet night. Club party nights were usually on Mondays and Tuesdays. We stayed busy with the clubs and other businesses the rest of the time. Tonight was Sunday and the clubs are closed. It is the middle of the day. 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 was 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. Wasn’t it my duty to see she she settles in okay?
I should have had a prospect clean the damn place up. I had forgotten Irish had rented it out to be honest. Maybe I’ll take a few prospects with me tomorrow and get them to cut the grass and shit. Might help thaw out her ass. Why the fuck I want her thawed out I don’t know, but I do just the same.
Chapter 3
Dragon
It’s around one the next day. Sad truth was I had barely waited till now to hunt Nicole down. I had actually meant to get started earlier but my fucking VP wouldn’t let it alone. So here I am pulling up to Nicole’s house with two prospects and Crusher. I don’t want Crusher here, but the asshole wouldn’t stay behind. I could have insisted, but fuck I wasn’t ready to understand why I didn’t like it! I sure as hell wasn’t ready to show 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 was swept back in a pony tail and she looked good in her cotton shorts and tank top. She grins when she sees us. Too bad my dick wasn’t interested in her. I had a feeling I’d make it in there a lot easier than I will with Nicole. Damn cock didn’t even jerk though. For the most part it hadn’t come to life at all last night, despite the promise of a night with Lips. If Nicole could do that to me after one kiss, what the hell would happen when I manage to get more?
“Well lookie here. What brings you boys back out our 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 was.
“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 there will do it.”
I don’t give her a chance to reply. I went to my bike and hopped on. Unfortunately, I saw Crusher doing the same. Motherfucker!
“Hey, Dragon?”
I look up at the dark haired minx I knew was laughing at me, even if not right out in front of my face.
“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 my boy to reach the Den. The bar hangs back on the Tennessee line and was the first Adult Club we opened up. 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 did 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 charter 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 was so clueless she probably doesn’t realize the club owns the damned 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 could spot Nicole and fuck me! There she is. I suddenly hate the outfits the waitresses wear. Shorts so damned tiny the globes of her ass hang out even more than the day before. 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. Bastard, I should rename the asshole.
“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. Yep, Bastard is his new fucking name.
“Seem awful territorial there Prez.”
Yeah so what? I thought, I didn’t say it. I was 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 get to her. The thought registers and satisfaction thrums through me. My body, which had been dead, is currently sporting a raging hard on.
“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 could admit that. If he pressed it--would blondie pick him over me? I was rough around the edges, while Crusher was smooth and easy going. Just the type a rich little girl would prefer.
I nod looking him straight in the eye, and daring him to argue. I am not about to give him the chance to move in. She doesn’t have a choice. She’s not going to have one. Nicole is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. Maybe I’d let Crusher have her when I am done. I totally ignore the sour taste that thought leaves in me.
“Pity.”
“Are we going to have trouble over this shit?” I growl, watching the woman in question make her way through the room, towards 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 came to women, he was a wild card at best.
“Here ya’ 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! Did 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.
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 on me. Fuck yeah.
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 on 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. It wasn’t as hard as it could have been, but damn it hurt.
She pulls away, grabs her tray and turns her back on me.
“Irish, I’m back on duty.”
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