I let my tongue dance with his as tears leak out of the sides of my eyes. I didn’t plan on telling him, but he had bombarded me with so many things that I needed to let him know how I really felt. Now I was the one left feeling raw and exposed, but instead of worrying about that, I decide to concentrate on our connection.
Dragon pulls my body closer and angles us back on the pillows. Dragon is lying partly on me and partly on the bed. My left leg is thrown over his hip and I’ve dug the heel of my foot into his ass. He tries to pull out of me and I moan my protest and exert pressure with my leg and the arm I have wrapped around him. It makes him stop and I kiss his chest in appreciation.
“Baby…” He started and his voice was gruff. I hope that means that my declaration has at least broken through a little.
“Don’t want you to leave me, please? Stay inside of me, however long you can, please Dragon? I want you in me.” I whisper kissing his chest again.
Dragon groans and adjusts us so I am lying on top of him now.
“Okay Mama.” He says kissing the top of my head, “Whatever you want.”
“You, I want you.” I whisper and the last thing I remember as I fell asleep is Dragon placing another kiss on the top of my head with three words that I never want to forget.
“You got me.”
Chapter 19
Nicole
It’s raining. The rain makes me miss him more. I hear it falling as I slide my hand down my body. My skin is soft. There’s a slight chill to it and I can feel the goose bumps rise behind my touch as I follow the path around my breasts. I have never liked my breasts, always hated that they were too big, not as perky and round like the pictures I’ve seen or even Danielle’s. She’s got gorgeous breasts. I’ve always been jealous of that. Not since Dragon. Dragon makes me love my body. He makes me crave and remember how it felt when he took my breasts in his large callused hands. How it felt when he placed his lips on my nipple and slowly moved his tongue around and sucked it into his mouth. How it felt to feel him sucking and biting. God I love his bite.
Last night was wonderful, beyond wonderful really. I fell asleep with Dragon inside of me and woke up hours later with him taking me again. He was insatiable; I never knew men like him even existed outside of books or movies. I stretch and my body feels sore and well used. I could almost purr like a contented cat.
Even better, I smell of him this morning. I can smell his sex on me. Hours later and I can still feel him leaking from between my legs and I should hate it, but I don’t. I freaking revel in the knowledge that I belong to Dragon ‘Detroit’ West. I revel in the fact that last night he gave me a piece of him that very few people get—if any.
I think back over the night we shared. The revelations that were made, the discussions, the sex that was down and dirty and so freaking hot we probably would have spontaneously combusted if I hadn’t fell asleep on him. My Dragon was a dirty, dirty man and he made me the same. I think I like being a dirty girl. I feel freer with him than I had ever felt in my life.
I close my eyes and listen to the rain, wishing Dragon was still here. He had woke me around five this morning, telling me he had some club business to see to, but that he would be back. The fact that he even bothered to wake me up to tell me goodbye, I was sure signaled some kind of change in our relationship. I just wasn’t sure of what kind.
I am lying here thinking about everything I had discovered about Dragon when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. I reach over to get it and check the message.
Hey can I tear u away from Dragon today?
Yep, she’s still pissed.
Dragon’s gone. What’s up?
I’m in a situation. Meet me at the house in an hour?
Will do.
Well that was vague—and worrisome. Dani never asks for help, especially when she was somewhat pissed at you. I get up from the bed with a sigh. First order of business was a shower and food. Then hopefully I could see to Dani before Dragon realized I had been gone. He expected me to stay here at the club while on lockdown. Normally I wouldn’t test him, but Dani is my girl and I didn’t like this friction between us. Dragon would just have to understand.
There are no reasons why Dani and I are friends. Some things just happen. Dani walks to the beat of her own drum. She is a force of nature, a hurricane, a category five hurricane. She inspires me. She scares me. She makes me happy and I want to hold on to her.
After a quick shower, quick because staying in there and remembering the night before with Dragon was defeating the reason for the shower, I walk through the club into the back room which also happens to be the kitchen. Irish was in there with a prospect I had met earlier. They called him Nailer. He was African American like Dragon, but that was where the similarities ended. He was just as broad and built but his skin was lighter and he looked softer than Dragon somehow. I figured his nickname was pretty much horn dog material, but hadn’t bothered to ask.
“Hey boys,” I said trying not to take offense because they stop talking immediately when I came into the room. I know Dragon said club business was club business, but really.