Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(66)

Troll was very sad and his world just got darker and darker. One day it became so dark that Troll went to sleep. It was a deep, deep sleep and none of the Troll’s friends could wake him. When Princess Carolina heard of the news, she decided to come to the Troll one more time—in hopes of saving him.”

“Jacob….”

I hear the tears in her voice. I hope this means she understands what I’m trying to say.

“When she gets there Troll’s friends he had pushed away, are gathered around him crying. They all have given up hope. Princess Carolina looks down where the Troll is sleeping. She sees through his ugly hideous form, to the man underneath. She bends down and places a kiss on his lips. Slowly the Troll begins to warm, as Princess Carolina’s light shines through him and releases him from the darkness.

The Troll wakes, so thankful that the Princess has saved him. He vows to love her forever and ever. Then she takes him away from the dark forest, to a beautiful castle full of love and laughter. They become a family and have a little baby Princess named Jasmine.”

“Jasmine?” She’s crying now, but I can hear happiness. It’s a sound in Carrie’s voice you can’t mistake.

“Shhh…sweetheart, I’m at the most important part,” I say and this time there are tears in my eyes.

“What’s that?” She asks.

“They lived happily ever after.”

I hear her breathing hard and I lie there hoping.

“Jacob?”

“Yeah Care Bear?”

“Come get us.”

Thank f*ck.

“I’ll be there in a few hours.”

*

I break every traffic law coming and going, but I make it to Carrie’s parents’ home in record time. I’ve barely turned the car off before I jump out and run up to the front door. Carrie opens it before I knock and I just drink her in. She’s lost weight. Her face is pale, but she has never been more beautiful.

“Hey Care Bear.”

“My Biker Troll.”

I smile, “I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

I open my arms and she walks into them. I wrap them around her.

“I’ve missed you too,” she whispers against my neck. I pull away slightly, looking at her. She’s so beautiful. There are tears shining in her eyes and they slowly leak to the surface, but it is okay. I know these are happy tears and I kiss them away. I bend down to graze my lips against hers, I mean it to be just a touch, but after all this time away from her? I can’t help but make it deeper.

My tongue pushes into her mouth, teasing, dancing with hers and I drink down her taste like a dying man savoring his last meal. I kiss her until neither of us have the air to continue. Then I just hold her close and place a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m sorry Care Bear, I know that’s not enough, but I’m so f*cking sorry.”

“Just take me and munchkin home Jacob.”

With those words? I feel alive again.





Chapter 39




Carrie


It’s late, but I’m not sleepy. I’m lying in Jacob’s arms in our bed. He brought me home immediately. We made love, had a very late dinner and now I’m lying in his arms. I should be exhausted, but I can’t shut my brain down. It is impossible. When you’ve lived your whole life for one dream and that dream is in your arms? When you get that dream after thinking it was gone forever? You can’t sleep. You’re afraid to sleep.

Jacob pulls my hand up, looking at it. His thumb presses into my palm, his fingers brush against mine.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, watching as he continues playing with my hand, curling my fingers and his together.

“I’m better Carrie, losing you woke me up, but…”

“But?”

“You have to know, I’m not magically healed. I still… shit Carrie…panic is just a breath away. I’m terrified of you touching me sometimes. I have this anger inside of me and there are times I just want to scream. I can’t promise that you won’t, that I…”

He turns to get out of the bed and I stop him, curling tighter into him.

“Jacob. I’ve known about your attack since before the first time we made love. Don’t you think I get it? We’ll get through it together.”

“Carrie, I wasn’t attacked…I was…”

“You were forced,” I interrupt him, my heart breaking. “You didn’t do anything, Jacob.”

“You can’t pretty it up, Carrie. This…there is no way to make this pretty. I was raped.”

The last word is broken and whispered so quietly it breaks my heart.

“It happens, Jacob. I… it happens.”

I feel helpless and ill equipped to battle this. I want to have this magic word to heal him and there’s nothing. I have nothing.

“It doesn’t happen, not to a man. How can you want me, Carrie? I wasn’t even strong enough to defend myself. How can I protect you or our baby?”

“Stop it, just stop it. You were held down and stabbed and you fought with everything you had in you.”

“How do you…”

“The dreams Jacob, the dreams and that scar on your side. Most of all I know, because I know you. Rape is a crime. You were a victim, not weak. You’re one of the strongest men I know.”