“Never anyone but you,” I pledge, barely coherent.
“Damn straight Mama. Fuck, I’m so close. Cum again baby, cum all over my cock and take me with you.”
I moan because now speech is beyond me. He does something with his fingers on my clit. I have no idea what, all I know is it shatters me. I detonate on a wild cry. It takes just a minute more and I feel Dragon explode inside of me.
He’s ruined me for other men. That thought drifts through my mind as I feel him move to the side and pull my boneless body close to him. He is running his fingers through my hair. It’s such an odd thing, him doing that. Seems out of character with the big bad Biker persona he has going on.
“I want you at the club tomorrow. You’ll move in my room with me.”
“You live at the club?” I ask realizing that Dragon and I are really just getting to know each other.
“Yeah, I’ve never had reason not too. Club is on lock down though, so I need you with me.”
“Lock down?”
“Yeah Mama, got shit going down so I need to know you’re where me or my boys can protect you.”
“Does this happen often?”
“Not often, but it does.”
“I’m not part of the club, I don’t see why I’d need to be there.”
“Because you’re mine, I’ve claimed you and they can use you to get to me.”
I guess that makes sense, didn’t mean I liked it though.
“You need to learn better post-copulation talk Dragon.”
He reaches down and kisses the top of my head, with a snort.
“Post copulation? You gonna get fancy with me Mama?”
“I do kind of feel like royalty tonight.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Well you did worship my body,” I giggle.
“You want to clean up Mama and I’ll give you more reason to feel worshipped.”
“I kind of like the feeling of having a part of you inside of me...dripping and sliding between my legs...”
“Fuck me. I thought I was done, but suddenly I want to feel that too.”
“About time.”
“I’m going to have to tame you before you kill me,” Dragon said climbing back on top of me. I look into those dark eyes that never fail to stop my heart.
“Bring it on, Big Boy.”
And he did….
Chapter 16
Dragon
Fuck it had been a stressful two days. I finally got Nicole packed up and moved into the club. She was fighting me every breath, mainly because her girl was being a bitch and refusing to come to the club. Nicole had flat out refused until I got a little more creative in my convincing.
Tonight would be the first real night Nicole would be staying at the club. I wasn’t going to fucking lie I didn’t know how she was going to fit in. I was expecting drama with the Twinkies. Tonight was also a party night and Nicole would probably see shit that will make her run. I wouldn’t let that happen. Or I wasn’t going too but then Skull had canceled out our meeting the night before and we were meeting up tonight instead. I was fucked. I couldn’t be there watching over my woman and here with my men and Skull and I fucking needed to be here.
Crush and I walked into the old factory’s slaughter room. I normally took care of my business at the shed, but since this involved Skull to a certain extent I moved to a more central location. I didn’t like it, but I also didn’t want that fucker on my turf, knowing where my shit was.
Skull and three of his men, Beast, Copper and Torch were already sitting in the corner watching as Gunner was hosing down our entertainment for the night. Bull and Freak were sitting across from Skull’s men saying nothing, just watching. I had Irish, Frog and Striker watching over my woman. I was still hesitant about Striker, but he seemed to be innocent of this shit. I couldn’t go around blindly accusing my own. With three of them surely Nicole would be safe, that’s all I could do for now and it’s the only way I would agree to come here tonight.
Twist had been tied up on a meat hook now for two days. His face was swollen, his ribs bruised and I could tell Freak had been working on him with his razors. There were fine little lines with blood trailing along them all over Twist’s naked body. The lines were cut just deep enough to separate the layers of skin, and in perfect vertical form, straight as an arrow, except for the word Rapist that was written across Twists stomach. Freak was an artist with a knife or razor. Scary fuck, but handy to have on your side for damn sure.
“Let’s get this damn meeting started.” I said, as I sat down at the meeting table across from Skull.
“Damn Dragon, I was hoping the lovely Nicole had improved your mood.”