Loving Nicole by Jordan Marie Read Free Book Online

coming at my family. I don’t fucking know. So, I don’t question it. I put my hand over my woman’s stomach and feel my son kick and just remain quiet. It doesn’t take long, twenty minutes at the most and my woman is sleeping. Her breathing evens out, she’s got this cute little whistle that couldn’t be called a snore and she curls into me.
    I carefully get my pillow and pad it gently to her side so she can hug it, then I get up. I’m not sleeping, not with all this shit in my head. I leave the room with one last glance at my woman. I’m upset with her. Fuck yeah, I am. She should trust me enough to talk to me. I can’t make her—which means I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.
    “Hey Drag, you’re stirring late,” Dancer says, as I make it to the main entrance of the club.
    “Yeah. What are you doing here?” I ask, because it’s not a secret that Dancer hates being around the club. Brother is doing better, but he still can’t handle large crowds. On the times I’ve seen him with them, he keeps Red close.
    “Carrie was craving some of Nicole’s homemade strawberry dip. So she begged until I brought her ass here to raid the Club’s fridge. So late now, I figure we’ll stay here and go home in the morning.”
    “We’ve become pussy-whipped brother, wrapped around the fingers of two women. Never thought I’d fucking see the day.”
    Dance shrugs, “Can’t answer for you, but no fucking place I’d rather be. It sure as hell is more than I deserve.”
    I nod, I can’t argue. I feel the same.
    “Glad to see you and Red are working through shit.”
    For a minute his eyes take on a glazed haunted look, but it’s gone so quick I almost miss it.
    “What’s up with you anyway? Hardly ever see you around once Nicole goes to bed.”
    “That’s because her body is a hell of a lot nicer to be around than your ugly ass, but fuck, you’re never here, so what do you know?”
    “Point made. Still?” He says, motioning with his drink.
    I look at him, he’s not drinking alcohol. Brother is drinking a damn Coke out of a can. He hasn’t touched a drop since he got his woman back. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but he said it was too tempting to lose himself in the bottle. He said it was much more enjoyable to lose himself in his woman. I have to agree, but I’m pouring myself a shot of Jack. Dance moves over and I stare at the drink I just poured.
    “Some kind of shit is going down with Nic’s girl, Dani.”
    “Fuck a duck.”
    “That about sums it up.”
    “Bad? Should I take Carrie and Nicole out of here?”
    “Nah, at least I don’t think so. Nicole would tell me if it was that serious. I get the feeling it might be some ex-boyfriend.”
    “Damn, that girl is fucked in the head when it comes to that shit.”
    “Apparently.”
    “Drag? You think it’s cool?” He asks putting his empty can on the bar.
    My finger is moving over the rim of my glass. Every part of me wants to say fuck no . At the same time, I know if Nicole knew something would endanger the club then she’d tell me. I trust my woman.
    “Drag?” He asks standing up.
    I down my drink and drop it on the bar.
    “Yeah man, I’m sure.”
    “Sure about what?” Red asks coming out of the kitchen.
    “Hey Red, you’re looking good.”
    “Hey Dragon,” she says in her quiet voice. She goes immediately to Dancer’s side and curls into him. Dancer’s hand comes automatically over her shoulder and he kisses the top of her head. “Sure about what?”
    “Nothing, Care Bear. Just asking Dragon if he needed my help with something.”
    “I don’t, but if it changes, I’ll hit you up.”
    Dance nods.
    “You want to go home or stay here?”
    Red holds up her container of dip that she got from the fridge, “Let’s go home.”
    “Got what you came for?” Dance asks smiling down at her, and it feels good to see my brother happy.
    “Oh yeah,” Red says.
    “What do you plan on eating that with? We don’t have any