Breaking Dragon_ Savage Brothers MC(17)

Yes please.

Bad Nicole needs to go—like yesterday! I clear my throat.

“I better get back to work.”

“Okay Mama.” He says while his finger moves gently back and forth on my cheek. I open my eyes, and really I’m so far gone I don’t remember closing them. I get lost in the dark chocolate of his eyes, so deep and intense. If he tried, he could probably see right through me.

He bends down further this time and lightly kisses my lips. It’s sweet, totally unexpected after what we just shared. Then again, so was the forehead kiss. It seems totally out of character. I can’t really say though because I DON’T KNOW HIM! Oh! My! God!

Then he’s gone. The door closes and I’m left staring at the dumb thing, slightly in shock. I run my fingers through my hair because I’m sure at this point I look like I’ve just had sex on my bosses desk. BECAUSE I HAVE! I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Then I take another one… and another. Finally, I open my eyes and lick my suddenly dry lips. It’s time I go back out there. I don’t want too. I hate to face the world when they most assuredly know what I did in here. Shit.

Another fortifying breath (which didn’t fortify) and I walk out with my head held high…okay, medium high. Whatever!

I grab my serving tray off the bar, having no idea how it got there at this point. I refuse to look my boss in the eye.

“Back on duty,” I mumble.

“K, Nicole.”

I can hear the laughter in his voice. I choose to ignore it. That’s my plan, and I’m sticking to it.

I don’t know where Dragon and his crony went. I’m trying not to dwell on it. I know he said he would be back to pick me up. Um. Yeah, I can’t do that. I just need to get back home and pretend tonight didn’t happen. Chances are Dragon left here and found another woman already. I ignore the pang of hurt that lodges in my stomach with the thought.

The crowd is starting to die down. There may be ten people in here. I’m collecting empties and wiping off Fat Tommy’s table. I’m relieved to find that apparently my whoredom centers only on Dragon and not the sweet, but bald, beer belly, tobacco chewing Tommy who I learned ten minutes on the job—was a regular. All was not lost, I suppose.

I look up at the bar to find Irish watching me. He’s been doing that a lot since I screwed Dragon in the back room. How could he not? Hell he probably figures I’ll spread my legs for him next. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, that much is clear. This whole night has one word attached to it. Mistake, a big mistake!

Dragon already wanted me to be a Twinkie and that had pissed me off! Then I go and act like one!

It’s ten till ten, I am supposed to get off at ten. Yeah, I know I lied to Dragon. What’s lying when I’m already a fornicator? Geez I’m losing it.

“Hey Irish, I’m going to cash in.” I say not looking at him. Even avoiding his gaze, I can still feel the heat rise in my face.

“Thought Dragon was coming back to pick you up?” He asks and I can feel fear spike through me and speed up my heart beat.

“Something must have come up. No worries, I have my own car. I’m sure he’ll find me.” I tried to sound breezy and carefree. I failed.

I paste a fake smile and go over to the register to cash out. Luckily I had gotten good at this over the years and my money and orders jived. The only bad spot I have is when Irish mentions he should give Dragon a call. I ignore him. A customer demanded his attention and thankfully a crisis is diverted.

I am just about to leave when I feel a large hand cup my ass and squeeze it. For a minute I thought Dragon had shown up early and I’m not sure if it was fear or happiness that flitted through me. I knew after just a second though, that it wasn’t Dragon’s hand on me. The touch felt…wrong. I hated that I explained it that way, but it’s true nonetheless.

“Irish, you didn’t tell me you were getting some new talent.”

My spine stiffens and I straighten up, trying to will myself into the wood of the bar to get some space between me and the voice behind me. He’s got a deep voice almost sexy, but something about it sends a warning through me and raises the hairs at the back of my neck—and not in a good way. I could tell he sat down on the stool behind me. This was bad news since every stool around me is empty. I lower my head at the bad luck I seem to be having. Apparently, I broke a mirror and somehow forgot.

“Hands off Skull.”

“Shit no, haven’t seen a piece this fine in months. What’s your name chica?” He asks my back. I didn’t want to turn around. That doesn’t seem to matter; he wraps his arms around my stomach and pulls me onto his lap.