Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(28)

I watch as she slides her dress off. She stands in front of me so f*cking perfect, I want to scream.

I made a decision when I was in the hospital. I tried to go back on it, but there’s not a man strong enough to turn down what is before me right now. I’m not even sure why I’ve fought it this long. I haven’t been a better man in over two years.

Her words are brave, but her eyes falter and her arms cover her bra and breasts from my sight. I know I am in fact the biggest bastard ever born because I take pleasure in the way her hands shake.

I swallow, swearing I can taste her. Suddenly my mind clears, all I can see is Carrie and all I want is to touch her…to brand her. I want to f*ck her so hard, for so long that anyone who comes after me will be a pale comparison. It’s all kinds of f*cked-up, but it is how I feel.

“The bra now, Princess,” I say, my voice hoarse with need.

She fumbles with the clasp on the front of her bra and another thrill moves through me at seeing her hands shake. I like that she’s new to this, that her moves aren’t practiced. I especially like that I will be the first to taste her. The bra falls to the floor as her hand fumbles to keep her breasts hid. Even though she is shielding them from me, I can still see those pale creamy globes and I breathe easier. We’ve gone too far to turn back now. She will be mine.

Mine.





Chapter 15




Carrie


I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, I’m glad it’s happening. I’ve been dying for it to happen. This last week has been driving me crazy. I knew instantly what he had planned tonight and I couldn’t handle it. I can’t be around him now, if he slept with other women. It might have been saner to leave. I know that. I just keep remembering my talk with Nicole. I keep seeing the hopelessness in Jacob’s eyes and I need to keep pushing forward. Maybe eventually I will give up, I just know I can’t right now.

I turn to fully face him with a deep, calming breath.

Yeah, that didn’t work.

“Drop your arms. I want to see you.”

Drop your arms he says, like that’s so easy. I swear if my heart beats any faster I will probably have a stroke. I’ll keel over and stroke out and be naked when the freaking paramedics get here.

“Princess?” Jacob asks again and I close my eyes, but manage to slowly remove my arms.

I’m standing in front of Jacob Blake wearing nothing but a pair of panties. They’re not even sexy panties. They’re boy-cut green satin at least and there is lace—not a lot, but a passable amount. That’s good, right? I mean they could be granny panties and I would die a horrible death.

“Damn. Care Bear, you’re gorgeous,” Jacob says. I can feel his breath so I know he has moved closer while my eyes are closed.

I smile at the use of my favorite nickname. I don’t think he realizes when he uses it. It seems to be when his guard is down the most and it always gives me hope.

I jump when he palms one of my breasts. His touch feels heavenly. I feel him do the other breast in the same fashion. His thumbs rake over the skin, skirting close to my areola, but not quite touching it. Just that alone sends chills up my body.

I’ve made out with a few boys before, but nothing has ever felt this fantastic. I knew it would be different with Jacob. I knew in my heart that he was the man I was supposed to give my virginity to. This here. This feeling, these emotions…this is why I waited to have my V-card punched.

I open my eyes just as Jacob’s head goes down and he kisses my breast. He’s so close to my heart. Can he feel how hard and fast it is beating? I’m afraid to breathe, afraid to do anything that might stop him.

My hands come up without thought. One rests on his shoulder, with the other, I dig my fingers into his hair. The short strands tease my fingers. I wish he’d let it grow out longer. I could fast become addicted to the feel of it and….

His tongue slides along my nipple and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes. His tongue is warm….wet…. an instrument of torture. He licks, twirling his tongue around it. My breasts aren’t large, but they’re not horribly small so I’ve never thought about it. I always worried though because my nipples seemed overly large. So, when I feel how amazing it is to have Jacob’s tongue on them…I send up a thank you. Large nipples are awesome, I…

“Yes,” I whisper.

The word slips out as he begins sucking my nipple so hard that the heels of my feet pull off the floor. I can’t help it I have to follow, to get closer. At the same time, he pinches the other nipple with his fingers and my head goes back on a gasp. Can you come from breast play alone? I hear Jacob’s grunt of approval as I tighten my fingers in his hair and pull him harder into my body, wanting more. To reward my eagerness he bites down on the nipple and flicks his tongue over it simultaneously.

“Yes…Jacob…that feels so good,” I moan as both of my hands push his head closer to me, demanding he not stop. I never want him to stop.

He switches breasts now, devouring the other one and my legs are starting to grow weak. You think you know. You research, you study, you ask your girlfriends (Okay at least I did) and you think you know what to expect, what sex will be like and you think you are prepared. I had no clue. No clue at all, there’s no way to describe this.

All at once, I’m moving. I’m moving fast, because Jacob is pushing us in the direction of the wall. We were at the bed, that makes more sense to me, but I don’t have time to question it. My back connects with the wall and I hear the ripping noise echo in the room over our breathing. Cool air hits me as my panties are torn away. Jacob looks at me and his eyes are wild. They are this deep brown color that is so deep, so intense. I doubt anything from this moment on will live up to the beauty that is Jacob Blake.