“Mama, thirty minutes will barely get us started.”
I smile against his throat and then lean to whisper in his ear.
“I think you can do it if you try really hard.”
“I get much harder and you won’t be able to walk when we’re done.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Nicole, you’re always busting my ass,” he says laughing as we cross the threshold to our room and he uses his body and foot to close the door to our room.
He lays me on the bed and, for just this one minute, I forget all about Dani and the problems coming our way and just enjoy being with my man—my soon-to-be-husband.
“Have I told you today how much I love you, Dragon?”
He stands over me, his eyes on mine and I know in that moment there has never been a time when I have loved him more.
“Are you okay, Mama?” He asks.
“When I’m with you, I’m perfect,” I answer truthfully.
“This pregnancy is making my woman emotional,” he says using his thumb to wipe away a tear that falls from my eye.
I can’t help the tears. I should be telling Dragon everything that’s going on, and I really shouldn’t be hiding things from him. I really shouldn’t be spying on him. If he knew, it would hurt him; destroy him. Just the thought brings another tear. I’ll tell Dani this evening. I have to let Dragon know, I can’t keep secrets from him.
“Make love to me, Dragon,” I beg needing his touch to wipe the rest of the world away—at least for now.
Chapter 5
Dragon
I watch as my woman piles into the SUV that Crusher is driving. She’s riding in the back with Dani and Nikki. Lips is riding up front. Something is off and I’m not sure what it is. It’s weighing my woman down heavily and I don’t like it. I couldn’t get her to talk to me about it, but I haven’t given up; I’ll get it out of her eventually. It’s probably just wedding stuff. Lord knows it’s stressing me out, and I don’t even give a fuck about it. Hell, long as my ring ends up on Nicole’s finger, I’m good.
“Yo! Boss, we got that information you asked for,” Torch calls, claiming my attention. With one last glance at my woman, I turn around.
I have this damn feeling in the pit of my stomach. I can’t explain what it is, but it feels like I’m a bundle of nerves and my skin is crawling, like I’m being watched. It’s instinct. A skill honed in blood and death when I served overseas. It’s never let me down, so I know there is shit about to hit the fan. It fucking pisses me off. Ever since Irish’s betrayal it’s been one thing after another—like the motherfucker put a damned curse on the club. It’s made worse, because I miss the fucking traitor. Every-fucking-day, I miss him. What kind of screwed up shit is that? I’ve never admitted that to anyone, not even Nicole. What man leads others and misses a traitor, like he was still a brother? It wars in my brain. There are days I want to shed tears for the fucker. His screams haunt me, and then there are other days I want him back here, so I can fucking kill him again.
I look around at the sour faces in my office and hell, I know my day is only going to get worse. Earlier, the boys had found footage of a stranger prowling around the outside of the fence surrounding the club. The man seemed to be taking pictures. He stayed in the shadows and used a zoom lens, so he never got close enough for us to get a good picture of him. I was hoping when Torch told me he had information for me, we had somehow managed to find out who the fucker was. From the look on the faces around me, I’m thinking that’s not happening.
“Spill it.”
Frog, Freak, Torch, and Hawk are sitting around the table and not a damned one of them looks happy. Again, I feel sadness. None of my brothers I bled and fought with are here. Bull is back from the rehab, but he’s not the same. Hell, he’s not even here at the meeting. No one has seen him today. He leaves early and doesn’t get back until late in the night. When he is here, he talks to no one. I’m going to have to deal with it soon. I can’t allow it to get to the point it did with Dance…
“Well, one of you motherfuckers start talking. I got shit to do,” I growl, more because I can’t seem to shut my brain down these days.
“Yeah, like finding a monkey suit,” Freak returns.
“Screw you, I didn’t hear you telling Nikki no.”
“Woman sucked my dick like a Hoover, didn’t have the brains left to say no,” Freak jokes.
I slap him on the back of the head, not arguing, because that’s pretty much how Nicole gets her way.
“So, what the fuck is going on?”
“Someone was prowling around the Den last night. First we thought it was just a drunk wandering around in the parking lot, but not many drunks in this area that we don’t know.”