Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(65)

Fuck, if I close my eyes, I can picture her straddling me. Her creamy, milk white skin with a faint dusting of freckles. Her breasts filling my hands, her nipples large and glistening because I’ve sucked on them. I moan out loud picturing her.

My hand moves down to stroke my cock. I squeeze it tight, as I imagine slipping inside my woman’s wet, tight *. Her body rocks up and down on my cock. Her nails dig into my abdomen. Her head is thrown back in pleasure, all the while riding me harder and harder.

I can almost hear her voice, begging me to make her come. I stroke myself faster, pre-cum bathes the head of my cock and drizzles slowly downward. My balls tighten, and just as I get ready to blow I can hear her voice.

I love you, Jacob. I love you.

I explode. My cum shoots on my chest, my stomach and my hand, as I call out her name. After the initial rush, I look at myself disgusted. It doesn’t satisfy me. If anything I feel emptier and even more alone.

I drag my ass up, towel off, grab a beer and lay back down. I might be doing better with some things, but right now I hate myself for running off the one great thing I’ve ever had in my life.

I haven’t been drunk lately—not since Dragon kicked my ass. I’m thinking today might be a good day to get shitfaced. It’s going to take something a hell of a lot more powerful than beer though. There’s nothing in the house and I don’t have the energy to go out.

I’m probably just a bigger f*cking fool at this point, but after my third f*cking beer I give up and text her.

I need you, Care Bear. Give me another chance.

Another beer later, I close my phone. I’m almost back to sleep. I used to dread going to sleep because of dreams. Now, I willingly surrender, hoping to dream of being with Carrie. I need to see her so bad, even if sleep just brings one glance at my woman, it is worth it. I’m almost asleep, when the phone rings.

“Yeah.”

“Hi, Jacob.”

“Care Bear. God sweetheart, I’ve missed you.”

“I…I miss you too.”

“Are you doing okay? Did you get the stuff I sent you? Are you getting plenty of rest?”

“Yeah…”

We’re both silent. Shit. It feels like she’s so far away from me and I’m not talking just physically. Is this what I’ve done?

“Are you still going to therapy?” She asks, and I close my eyes.

“Yeah, twice a week.”

“That’s good, Jacob. I’m proud of you.”

“How’s the baby?”

“You do realize I’m barely past two months pregnant right?” She questions, but I hear laughter.

“Your point? I ask.

She doesn’t answer, but she laughs harder. It is a beautiful sound.

“How is our little angel, Care Bear?”

“It’s a boy.”

“You know? You had one of those sonograms done?” I ask, disappointed because Dragon and Nicole have and I wanted to be there for our baby’s.

“No, I just know it is.”

“We’ll see, I’m still saying it’s a beautiful girl who looks like her mom.”

“I was hoping you’d like to read…to the baby.”

I close my eyes and breathe easy for the first time in days.

“Always,” I whisper, because my throat is clogged with emotion. “You got it on speaker?” I hear the button click and then her voice comes back to me.

“I do now.”

“Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a Princess named Carolina, with long, flowing locks the color of a fall sky at sunset.”

“That doesn’t sound like a story about the moon.”

“I’ve decided to expand my horizons. Now hush, our munchkin wants to hear this story.”

“Okay.”

“Princess Carolina grew to be kind and strong, with a heart so full that she gave off a golden light full of love…”

“Golden light? Where’s my badass biker?”

“He was stupid and lost his woman,” I answer honestly.

“Jacob…”

“People would come from all across the world to gaze upon Princess Carolina’s beauty. They would bring her gifts and flowers, but most of all they would bring people to her that needed help. One day a friend of Princess Carolina’s told her of a dark and evil creature named Troll.”

“Troll?” She asks, but I hear the smile.

“Troll. Now, Troll had done some bad things and was doomed into the dark forest for years. He was all on his own, with no one to care about him.”

“Jacob…”

“Troll was mad and angry at the world, however he took one look at the Princess and wanted to be her friend…”

“Her friend?”

“It’s a children’s story Care Bear, some things munchkin will never discover until she’s a hundred and I’m dead and gone.”

That’s when I hear her laugh fully and I let go of a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I breathe. Oh god, I breathe.

“I don’t think it works that way Jacob, but please continue.”

“Now where was I? Oh yeah, so Troll took one look at the beautiful Princess Carolina and wanted to be her friend. Still, to do so would mean bringing her deep into the forest with him and he couldn’t do that to her. If he let her into the forest, then her beauty and light would disappear and the people needed her light. She made the world better. So, he turned her away and hurt her heart.