Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(67)

“Carrie…”

“When I was five years old crying and hurt in the school parking lot all by myself, who picked me up, doctored my leg, held me and told me he had me? Who told me it would be okay? Who Jacob?”

“Sweetheart, you were…”

“When I was the one who was almost raped Jacob, who stopped it? Who stopped it and held me close and told me he had me and it would be okay?”

“Carrie….”

“If I had been raped Jacob, would you have thought me weak? Would you have been unable to care about me?”

“Fuck, no. I love you, Care Bear.”

I let the tears fall at his words, but I ignore them, this is too important.

“When I had a gun pointed at me and thought I was going to die. Who saved me, Jacob? Who made it all okay? Who?”

He doesn’t say anything, but he looks at me differently.

“When there was a bomb and we didn’t have time to get away, who not only got us out but covered me with his body and protected me? Who made it all okay?”

“Carr…”

“Who Jacob?”

“What about all the times I failed you. When I hurt you? When I failed…”

“WILL YOU STOP? When it counts Jacob, always, when it has counted you have been there for me. I would trust you over anyone I have ever known to watch over our child. Let the rest go. We’ll work through it, together.”

“Together?” He asks and I hear the hope in his question.

“It’s all going to be okay, Jacob,” I say earnestly.

“And we’ll live happily ever after,” He whispers, his voice full of warmth.

His lips come down softly against mine. He kisses me gently, reverently and slowly. His tongue slides into my mouth as his hand brushes the side of my face. The kiss is full of emotion, full of tenderness and most of all, full of promise.

“I love you, Carolina Grace.”

“I love you, Jacob Dancer Blake.”

“Just Jacob to you baby, just to you.”

“Okay that’s it,” I say slapping his chest. “Stop being sweet. I need my badass Biker now.”

“Is that right?” He asks on a laugh, pulling me over top of him.

“Yeah, I’m a biker’s old lady now, so there are certain things expected.”

“What’s that?”

I give him what I hope is a saucy look, full of challenge.

“Cock. Old Ladies need lots of throbbing, hard cock.”

His head goes back with laughter and his dark eyes shine up at me with happiness.

“I’ll see what I can do, Care Bear. I’ll see what I can do.”





Chapter 40




Dancer


I hold Carrie close. The last round of lovemaking wore her out. Me too, but it’s a good feeling. I find myself studying her hand again. For so long I feared being touched, still do. Yet, now there’s something different…something special in the feel of Carrie’s hand. I haven’t let her touch me everywhere, but I’ve let her do more than I ever dreamed possible and she’s right. It’s a start. I can face the future with her by my side.

I watch her sleep. She has a smile on those beautiful lips and I take pride in knowing that I put it there. I gave her that smile. I vow to give her more of those.

My hand slides down to Carrie’s stomach, resting gently where our baby is. I told her I believe it’s a girl. The truth is, I don’t care. Girl or boy as long as it is healthy and Carrie is okay, I will be the happiest man on the planet.

I let the darkness surround me. I listen to the delicate whispers of her breath. I let that soothe me. I let that be my focus as sleep takes hold of me. I let Carrie be what she has always been, my anchor and the reason I exist.

Sleep claims me and tonight, I don’t dream of the darkness. I don’t dream of pain and misery. This dream is completely different. I am standing in a hospital room, I watch as a nurse wraps mine and Carrie’s baby in a blanket. She puts a beanie cap on this perfect, little head. A head covered with light strands of hair, the color of her mom’s. The nurse looks at me, but my eyes won’t leave that of my beautiful daughter.

“Mr. Blake? Would you like to hold your baby?”

“What?” I ask, trying to pay attention, but still hypnotized by this little creature.

“I asked if you’d like to hold your baby, Daddy.”

Daddy. That one word shatters the darkness and heals my soul. That one word gives me…Peace.

And they lived happily ever after.

Read on for a teaser for what happens next with the Savage Brothers MC





Excerpt




Claiming Crusher

Coming in 2015


I push my chair back tilting it and bringing my feet up, I rest them on my desk. My eyes follow the perfect crease in my three thousand dollar Armani suit. You have to pay for perfection, demand it really. From where I am sitting I can see my secretary buttoning up her black, silk blouse.

A shame really, because it will ultimately cover up the marks I left moments earlier on her body. I had come oh so close to choking the life out of her. She blacked out this time. Just the memory of it causes my dick to jump and I wonder how quick I can finish this call. Will I have time to take her again, before my next meeting? Maybe I’ll force her to suck me off and hide under my desk. If she’s a good little dog, I’ll give her what she wants later. She’s always begging for it. As dangerous as I am, she still craves more. It’s good, it’s an aphrodisiac knowing she’s getting off on it—but only because it makes me push it further. I have to, because if not, I don’t get to see the fear in her eyes and motherf*cker, I crave the fear.