Needing Carrie: A Savage Brothers MC Novella(15)

“Men aren’t supposed to look beautiful, Care Bear. They’re supposed to be masculine, rugged even.”

“Well you’re ruggedly beautiful then, Jacob Blake,” I compliment him, taking the two steps it takes to get next to him. I put my hands on his chest, my eyes still glued on his face.

“You’re a nut, Carolina Blake.”

“I’m not a Blake yet.”

“You will be very soon,” he says, his hands wrapping around me, and pulling me even closer to him.

“I love you, Jacob. I can’t wait to be your wife,” I tell him, wishing he would open his eyes for me.

“I love you, Carrie. Thank you for being my wife,” he says, resting his forehead against me.

“Silly man,” I tell him, my heart full. I reach up to put my lips on his. I run my tongue along his, before pushing into his mouth. Each kiss with Jacob it feels like I haven’t kissed him in years, and I’m finally coming home. His tongue wraps around mine, conquering it, and I give him control, because that’s how we both like it. Soon the kiss changes to one of hunger, our bodies pushing against each other, his fingers biting into my ass and mine clawing into his back. His leg slides between mine, pushing up against my center, putting friction against my clit and reminding me all I have on is my robe.

“Jesus Christ, Carrie. What are you wearing?”

“If you would open your eyes you’d see,” I grumble.

“Quit tempting me, Care Bear.”

“I don’t suppose I could convince you that it’s a formal custom for the bride to have sex before the actual wedding ceremony?”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that one,” he says laughing.

“It’s a family custom.”

“Nice try woman. Get out of here, before I’m tempted to actually see what you’re wearing.”

“I was trying to tempt you into something else.”

“Believe me, Care Bear, I’m tempted.”

“Apparently, not enough,” I sigh. “What’s in the box?” I ask him, looking at the big box at his feet.

“Something you can’t open until you get back in your room and close the door. Because I need to go get a few things ready.”

“Okay, but only because I’m dying to know what’s in the box.”

“See you soon Care Bear,” Jacob says, as I take the box and go back into my room.

“You can bet on it,” I tell him, wishing I could see him now. I stand there on the other side of the door until I hear him walk away. Then I slowly walk to my bed and sit down with the giant, but thankfully light box. When I open it, at first it doesn’t hit me. Then slowly it clicks into place. I stand up and pull the dress inside of the box to my body. I drape it over me and look in the mirror.

It’s an antique white dress, with hand sewn pearls and small crystal like grommets everywhere. It’s layers of silk, lace, and intricately hand sewn beads on a train that will follow me for yards and yards. It’s sleeveless, showing cleavage and little peek-a-boo sections along my stomach. That part is new. The stomach has been taken in and changed to a more modern feel, but there’s enough that I recognize this dress. It’s my mother’s wedding dress. Jacob had my mother’s wedding dress altered for today. Altered for me to wear.

Heat and warmth fills me. He truly is giving me my dream wedding. My dream wedding where I’m surrounded by everyone I love, even those who can’t be here with me in this life anymore. Tears hit my eyes again. It’s a good thing I haven’t done my make-up yet. With the way Jacob keeps surprising me, it might be better if I don’t wear any.

I look up at the clock. I don’t know if I’ll survive till the wedding. I want to marry Jacob…now.





16





Jacob





“You’re looking nervous, old man,” Dragon says, coming up behind me. “I’d offer you a drink…but…” I hold up my hand to stop his words. I don’t drink other than a beer here and there. I never had a problem with alcohol, but I used it as a crutch to stop the memories. When I finally got my head out of my ass and did everything I could to keep Carrie, I swore off that crap. I never looked back. I got into therapy with the help of my brothers, and I haven’t stopped, even if I don’t go as often. I thought once I ended the men behind the attack, I’d be finished with all of this. I’d be whole again. I’m starting to wonder if that’s the case.

“Just don’t want shit f*cking this up,” I tell him truthfully, without adding I’m afraid I’ll mess shit up. Except for Carrie and Jazz, I haven’t had a lot of good in my life that I haven’t managed to mess up.

“You have thirty minutes before your woman gets down that aisle. Shit, you even put on a monkey suit for her. You got it made man. Relax.”

“I notice you and the boys aren’t wearing them.”

“I tried that once. Not happening again. Damn man, sit down. You’re making me nervous.”

I sit down on the old garden bench beside Dragon and he’s right. I’m letting my nerves get to me. Shit. I’m even wringing my hands like a *. I look out over Mom’s garden. It’s been set up for the perfect wedding. There are chairs covered in white material tied with pink bows. The silk runner is running through the aisle created by the chairs. There’s an arch that’s covered in Carrie’s favorite daisies. The wedding band has set up behind the crowd and are testing the microphones and speakers. My other brothers are standing around laughing, and Mary is in her element, making sure the reception, which is located on the far end of the yard, is perfect. There’s a giant event tent covering the tables, and even from here, I can see the wedding cake that has been delivered and set up. It’s beautiful. Everything Carrie could want, right down to a dance floor surrounded in soft lighting, for later, and streamers. I thought of everything—or at least I think I did. I just wish it was all done and Carrie was in my arms.