Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC (61 page)

“Son of a
bitch!” Crusher screams for the tenth time.

Just as I figured, Kavanagh and his henchman are long gone when we get here. The place is completely deserted, with one exception. There is a fuck of a lot of blood in the old gym. If Dani is still alive, she’s in pretty bad fucking shape. Which explains why Crusher is going off. Yet, I’m so upset with the bastard that I’m about ready to snap his neck. I’m trying to rein it in. I’d rather deal with this shit in private.

“I knew you fucking around would end up screwing us in the ass. Now we have no idea where the hell Dani is!”

And this is where my restraint with Crusher ends.

My fist slams his punk ass under the chin with all my anger and since I have a lot of fucking anger, Crusher immediately stumbles back and falls on his ass. He’s shaking his head back and forth, obviously dazed. He’s lucky that’s all he is. I still might pinch his neck before this is done.

“Motherfucker! That is not what screwed us in the ass!” I growl squatting down so I am eye level with the bastard. “What screwed us in the ass, dick-weed, was you overruling my fucking orders. Tell me, where the fuck is my prisoner today, Crush? What the fuck did you do with him?”

Crush looks up at me, rubbing his chin and jaw. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair hasn’t been brushed, his clothes are wrinkled, and his knuckles are scraped and bruised. Brother is messed up.

I grab him by the hair on his head and pull him to me.

“Where the fuck is my prisoner, Crush?”

“I did what you wouldn’t.” He says trying to jerk away from me, but I’m not about to let that shit happen.

“Yeah, and what was that, brother?” I growl, trying to tap down the anger so I don’t kill him.

“I interrogated the ass-wipe.”

“Gee, wonder why I didn’t think of that,” I respond sarcastically. “Tell me Crush, did you find out one more damn piece of information?”

His eyes lock with mine and then he shakes his head no.

I push him away from me in disgust.

“Do you know why that is dick-head? It’s because he didn’t fucking know anything!” I growl. “Did you set him free, at least, and have someone follow him?”

Crush avoids my eyes for a minute and then turns his head so his eyes, once again, lock with mine.

“There wasn’t anything to set free.”

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, where I feel the tension starting to build.

Fuck, it’s going to be a
long
day.

Nicole

I
must have
dozed off. I have no idea when or for how long, but I do know it is dark now. Dragon is beside me, his front is to my back, spooning me. His arm is loose over our child, cupping my stomach.

“Dani?” I whisper already knowing the answer, but hoping against hope I am wrong.

“She was already gone, Mama,” he says softly, the words seeming to haunt the room.

I can’t stop the sob of pain that escapes my lips. I feel his breath against my hair and he kisses my ear, gathering me closer.

“We’ll find her, Nicole. I promise you, baby, we’ll find her.”

I want to believe his words, honest, but I can’t seem to. All I feel is that Dani is in trouble and neither one of us may survive this, because I have to help her.

“I’m scared, Dragon.”

“I know baby. I know.”

He turns me to my back and his large hand brushes along the side of my face.

“I’ll make this right. I promise. I will make this right
for you,
Mama.”

He’s breaking my heart. He’s blaming himself and he shouldn’t. It was my secret, it was my lies that brought us to this point. I touch his lips with my fingers. My man. How empty my life was without him.

“I love you so much, Dragon.”

“I feel the same Mama, right down to the…”

“Marrow of my bones…” I say with him, a weak smile on my face.

“We’ll get through this. There’s nothing we can’t handle when we work together.”

I wish I could believe that. I can’t. I feel defeated.

“Do you trust me, Nicole?”

“You know I do.”

“Then believe in this,” he says and his eyes bore into mine.

I lean up and let my tongue dance over his nipple, he groans. I suck it into my mouth, while letting my fingernails drag along his side.

“What are you doing, Mama?” He asks his eyes closed.

“I must not be doing it right if you have to ask me,” I whisper against his skin.

“Mama, you’re upset and tired. You’ve had a rough day,” he protests but even I can tell his heart isn’t in it. Which is good, totally good.

I stop and look up at him so he can see the truth in my eyes.

“Dragon, I need you tonight. Poncho said I was fine. I just need to feel you holding me in your arms, so I can forget about everything but
us
. Give that to me, please?”

He pulls away from me and for a moment all I can feel is disappointment.
Total disappointment
.

Then he pulls the covers from me. Up until this point his eyes have never left mine. Now they do. Now, they travel the length of my body and I feel the heat of embarrassment flush my face.

I’ve always had image problems because I wasn’t skinny. Dragon has slowly made me appreciate my curves, but since I got pregnant I cringe at how my hips have grown, my stomach is so big these days I feel like I waddle, and I still have three more months to go. There is nothing sexy about my body, nothing at all. Every time I see a Twinkie get close to Dragon, I want to go running like a banshee, screaming and clawing her eyes out. Luckily, he never gives another woman the time of day. I think if he did, part of my soul would wither.

“Stop it, Mama,” his gruff command sends chills through me.

“Stop what?”

“You are beautiful. Fuck, woman, you take my breath away every day. You have since the beginning,” he says, sliding off the bed at an angle so he’s stretched along the side of my legs. He runs his hands up my calves and the warm feel of him creates a friction that instantly makes me hungry for more.

I arc my head back as I feel his tongue slide along the inside of my kneecap. Who knew that was an erogenous zone? I think maybe with Dragon, my entire body is in that zone. He kisses along the outside of my thigh now, at the same time his hand is brushing on the inside. I know he can feel the wetness and the heat he has created. In that, I feel no embarrassment. He
owns
my body.

When his fingertips brush against my center, teasing the fine hairs that rest there, I can’t stop a whimper from escaping.

“Nicole.”

I hadn’t realized my eyes closed until I hear my name. Slowly, I open them to find him looking down and smiling at me.

“I’ve wanted you and no one else, from the first moment I set eyes on you. The fact that you’re carrying my child only strengthens that, Mama.”

“You just wanted to get laid, Dragon. You even scoped out Dani,” I argue thinking back to that day at the gas station, where I met him.

His eyes darken, somehow, and his face becomes harder. I know that look and I might be in trouble. Dragon’s hands pull my legs farther apart. One hand moves to my pussy and instantly starts teasing my clit. No slow build up here, just an immediate punch of adrenaline and need. He must have decided I was wet enough to accept him, because without another thought, he lifts himself over me and thrusts inside, all in one fluid motion.

“How many women have I sunk my cock into since we met, Nicole?”

I bring my legs up so they cradle him on each side, and just that simple adjustment takes him deeper inside. Not as deep as I want, because Dragon is bracing himself above me, but still deep enough that the fact he is not moving, drives me crazy.

“Dragon, move, baby,” I urge.

“How many women have got my dick since you came into my life, Nicole?”

I try to move for him, but without his help it just won’t get us there. I groan out in frustration.

“Will you move?”

“Answer the fucking question, woman.”

“None!”

“And how many woman have I looked at since that night at the Wolf’s Den when I finally had you.”

“Finally? Dragon, you fucked me pretty soon after we met. I was kind of a horn dog around you.”

“Bullshit. You were magnificent. But it was
not
soon, Mama. Each day was a fucking waste,” he argues, holding himself over me with one arm, while tangling his free hand in my hair.

“Dragon…”

“I’m only half alive without you Mama, it was true then and that hasn’t changed. Hell, if anything, it’s just stronger. You’re my soul, woman,
my
very fucking soul.”

Finally, he starts to move, his body an instrument that plays mine completely. His thrusts are measured, slow and methodical. When he moves his free hand down to torture my clit in unison with them, I can’t hold back.

I disintegrate into a million pieces. Screaming out his name so loud I figure they can hear us three states over. It doesn’t matter, nothing matters except Dragon. I want to wrap my legs around him and pull him tighter. I want to feel his weight rest on me. I can’t have that, so I do the only thing I’m able to do at this moment.

“I love you. No matter what, I’ll always love you, Dragon.”

That seems to satisfy him because, with a moan of pleasure, he starts going over the edge and I watch. I watch every feeling, every drop of emotion, every small piece of happiness and pleasure that reflects on his face, I watch and commit it all to memory. I’m going to need it, because I’m scared Michael is going to win.

Dragon

T
oday is the
day. My wedding. Never fucking thought I’d want it, and now I can’t wait for it. Today is the day I make Nicole legally
mine
. It’s stupid. In my world, papers and legal titles don’t mean shit. You fight and earn what you get, you fight to keep it. Still, with Nicole, I want to have her in every way physically and humanly possible. That includes, my ring on her finger, and giving her my name. I want…no I need that. I always hated my name; found it just another thing the world mocked me with. Nicole made it okay to pass my name on to our son or daughter. So, this wedding is pretty damned important for a lot of reasons.

So important, I find myself wearing a damn monkey suit to make my woman happy. Fuck, I hate this shit. Still, my woman wanted one day filled with the dreams of her wedding that she has secretly harbored for years. Wearing a monkey suit to give her that dream? It seems a small enough thing to do. She’s so upset over her girl and so withdrawn since she found out that Kavanagh has Dani, I’d do anything to make her smile even tying this mother-fucking-god-damned tie around my neck. Except I’ve tried a hundred times and still don’t have it.

“Fuck!” I yell out, looking in the mirror of the small chapel and trying to tie the damned thing and failing yet again.

“Having trouble there, Drag?” Dance asks, walking in wearing his own version of the monkey suit, dress pants, white silk shirt, but buttoned down and no tie. My men may kill me. I’m not sure I’d blame them.

“Fucking-son-of-a-bitching thing, I can’t get it tied.”

Dance comes over and starts to work on my tie, the smart ass look on his face pisses me off, but I’ve got enough fires going. I’ll beat him down a different day.

“Any word from Crush?”

“No, not since he stomped out of the school the other day.”

“He’ll come around, Bro’.”

“I’m not so sure, but that shit needed to be addressed.”

“What about Bull?” Dance asks backing away from me as I look in the mirror. The tie is fixed perfectly.

“Who taught you how to do that shit?”

“I’m a man of many skills, Drag-o.”

“Whatever,” I say adjusting the tie.

I’m tempted to yank that shit off, but I don’t. I’m already feeling guilty because I know I’m pushing Nicole into the wedding today. She would rather call it off and wait until we get Dani back and Kavanagh is not an issue. She told me what Kavanagh said he would do. I’m convinced going against him is the only way to draw him out. I need for him to lose control. Men who are not in control get sloppy—they make mistakes.

Plus, I want this marriage done. I do not want to wait. Hell, we’ve had too much of that shit and things keep coming our way. If I don’t get my ring on her finger soon, we may never get married and that is
unacceptable.

“So, really, have you talked to Bull?” Dance asks again.

“No, something going on?”

“You see how he is. Brother’s got shit muddling in his brain Drag, I see it miles off and I think he’s pissed at the ass chewing you gave him over Nicole.”

“She could have been killed, Dance. He knew better than to leave her alone.”

Dancer holds up his hand.

“I hear you, brother. I’m just saying, you’re doing an awful lot of ordering Bull around to do shit, that normally, a club enforcer does not do. And shit he used to do, you’re not relying on him to do. Brother has a crap load of shit to work through, but not having the trust of his Prez, well it ain’t going to help, Drag. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Moving in with a woman and living out of the club has turned you into a weeping whiney vagina,” I grumble turning my back on him. He actually has a point. I haven’t been calling on Bull to handle shit. He needs time to recover and he has issues with strength right now. I should have talked it over with him though. If I can just get through this damn wedding, I will.

“Fuck you, I’m not the one wearing a tie and standing before a preacher.”

“You would if Carrie demanded it.”

“Care Bear wouldn’t. That’s why she’s perfect for me.”

“Whatever. She’s got a bun in the oven, women go bat-shit crazy when those hormones start talking.”

“Odd, from where I’m standing it’s you that seems all gung-ho for the wedding, not the bride.”

I flip him off. He’s right and I don’t want to fucking talk about it.

Bull and Freak pick that minute to walk in. They’re dressed like Dance. Hell maybe I should take the tie off too, just so we can match? Women like that shit right?