Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(41)

“I’m sorry, Care Bear.”

Part of me, even now, wants to let it go. I can’t.

“Aren’t you going to talk to me?” He asks.

“I’ve nothing to say.”

“I’ve been dealing with shit Carrie, and I got drunk. I shouldn’t have.”

“I know, I just can’t handle being someone you hate. I thought I could, I was wrong. I need for you to go.” I’m honest this time. I might understand why he’s lashing out at me, but I don’t know if I can’t handle any more of it, not when there aren’t any signs of it changing.

“Baby, I said I’m sorry. Have I messed this up too much, Carrie?”

“I don’t even know what this is and I really don’t know why you care. You don’t even like me, Jacob.”

“This is the only time my brain finds any peace. I need you, Care Bear.”

“I’m just so tired.”

“It’s not an excuse, but Dragon brought shit up and I’m just…I need time, Carrie. I need time,” Jacob says rolling over on his back looking up at the ceiling. His voice is a mixture of pain and frustration.

“It’s fine. Move back in at the club while you figure things out.”

“No. I can’t stand being at the club it feels like the walls are closing in on me there.”

“Okay. Then I’ll move out in the morning,” I say as my heart breaks inside. I have come to view this house as home. It is stupid to get attached to it, but it seems I only do stupid stuff these days.

Jacob pulls me until I’m lying on my back beside him. He rolls to his side and lets his callused fingers dance gently over my shoulder and along the curve of my collarbone.

“I don’t want you to leave Care, I want you to stay with me.”

“Jacob…”

“Shh…baby. I was stupid. I took my anger out on you, but I didn’t truly mean it.”

“I can’t keep living like this Jacob, I love you, but I’m not your punching bag either.”

“Princess, I’d never hit you.”

“Words can hurt worse sometimes.”

“I’ll try and do better, I…I’m asking you not to leave, Carrie. I’m asking you for another chance.”

I deep breathe. It’s a hard choice, this is different. This is new. Jacob is asking me to stay with him. Jacob is trying to reach out. Is this a sign that he is healing? Am I being a fool and seeing things that aren’t really there? The questions go over in my head and I can’t concentrate though because Jacob is kissing the path his fingers made. They are light kisses, not really sexual, but they feel…important. They make me feel important. My eyes begin to close as I decide to give myself over to him. I may be all over the place right now, but I know, in this moment, I need Jacob. I need this connection with him. I need him.





Chapter 23




Dancer


I let her sleep for a couple of hours, just listening to her breathe. I’m thankful. She’s giving me another chance. I’m not a fool, well about this at least. I know that Carrie not pushing me away is significant. It is huge. I make a vow to try and show Carrie how truly special she is to me. She is. I made a decision to go there with her and I don’t want to let her go. This shit with Dragon has messed with my head. I’m all kinds of f*cked up. Yet, with Carrie here in my arms the only thing that feels out of control is the beat of my heart. I need a taste of her again. She has a way of making me forget the rest of the world exists and I need that right now. I need her. It’s selfish, but I really do.

I place light kisses along her collar bone that I’ve already traced with my fingers. The taste of her skin sinks inside of me and spreads through my bloodstream. She’s like a fever in my system. My teeth graze at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. I bite gently flicking my tongue over the spot a few seconds later.

“Jacob,” she moans and her voice further bridges over the holes in my soul that Dragon uncovered.

I kiss along the side of her face. Just small, slow presses of my lips along her hairline until I make it to her ear.

“God Carrie, you’re an addiction, baby.”

My hand slides under the waist band of her pajamas. The silk of her underwear slides against my fingers teasing me with the pleasure lying underneath. Her hips are rocking slowly, her legs moving restlessly.

“What do you want, baby?” I groan into her ear.

“You…always you,” she whispers and again it feels less raw inside. Just by her words, or maybe the fact that I know she means them. She craves me as much as I crave her.

I yank her underwear and pajamas roughly down those f*cking sexy, long legs of hers. I figure I might have scared her, but instead she is busy pulling her shirt off. Something about seeing this woman as desperate for me as I am for her soothes the beast inside of me.

“Look at you, Care Bear. God I wish you could see what I see right now. So f*cking beautiful and sweet you make my teeth ache. This is going to be fast baby, I’m sorry, but I have to have you. I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes, Jacob. Please,” she whispers her voice dark, husky and full of need.

I slide my fingers into her depths and I f*cking sigh in relief when I find her ready, which is good, because I’m shaking. I don’t have the patience to get her there on my own. I am also a motherf*cking genius for getting in bed without clothes, because if they had been in my way, I would have shredded them. I bend her legs at the knee and pull them apart, so she is completely open to me—so damned beautiful. I move my cock back and forth against her opening, making sure I tease her swollen clit.