Needing Carrie: A Savage Brothers MC Novella(19)

“Love you, Carrie,” Jacob whispers, brining my finger—which is now wearing his ring, up to his lips.

I mouth the words, “I love you,” low, barely audible, because there’s so much emotion inside of me.

“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends,” the preacher says, quoting one of my favorite Bible verses. Then, he takes our hands and urges us to turn around. “May I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Blake,” he announces, and I only hear the cheering and clapping. I don’t see anyone but Jacob, because he pulls me to him and spins me around—which isn’t easy, considering the train on my gown. But, my man…my husband can do anything.

Absolutely anything.





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Carrie





I come down the stairs and there’s Jacob waiting on me. I shake my head. He should be out laughing and enjoying his brothers, because Crusher and Dani are going back when we leave, but he’s been by my side since the wedding. The only reason he let me get changed alone was because he needed to change and explain to Mary that Dragon and Nicole are taking Jazz with them. Mary wanted to keep her, but she’s worn out from the wedding, we don’t want to put more on her.

“You get everything settled?” I ask him when I get to where he is standing.

“Yeah, no problem,” he says, and I look at him doubtfully. “Mary’s keeping Jazz,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh. I knew she would throw a fit. Seems my husband gave in.

“Somehow, I figured that would be the way it would go.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m putty in the hands of the women in my life. Keep it our secret.”

“I’ll never tell a soul,” I agree with a smirk.

“The problem here is, I’m surrounded by women. We need some testosterone in this family. You know, besides my own.”

“Is that a fact?” I ask, excitement bubbling in my stomach.

“I want another baby, Care Bear. Preferably a little boy to help even things out here, but I’ll be more than happy with another girl.”

“You’re sure?”

“Jazz is right at three. I want our kids to be close enough in age, that they want to be around each other, that they can have each other’s backs.”

“Then, we should probably get started tonight.”

“We definitely should,” he grins, pulling me into his arms. I lay my head to the side against his chest, comforted by the strong, steady beat of his heart. “You sure Care Bear? I didn’t exactly give you an easy time the last time you were pregnant.”

“You more than made up for it. You need to stop thinking about the past, Jacob. I have you and Jazz and any other babies we’ll have. That’s all I have ever wanted. It’s more than I’ve ever wanted.”

“What do you say we leave for our honeymoon and get started on those other babies?”

“We’re having a honeymoon?”

His forehead gets a crease in the center of it as he studies me. “Care Bear, do I look like a man who wouldn’t take my woman on a honeymoon?”

“Well, I mean it’s late and I just kind of wanted to…”

“Wanted to what?”

“Be alone with you,” I whisper, my hand moving under his shirt.

“You will be. I sure as hell ain’t taking anyone else with us.”

“Yeah, but if we’re going somewhere, that wastes time…time we could be…,” I trail off, letting my fingernails scratch lightly down his stomach.

“Time we could what, Care Bear? Let me hear you say it.”

“Well, I mean I’ve never had sex with a married man before,” I tease, not giving him the words he wants, but giving something to make us both smile just the same.

“What if I give you my dick here, Princess? Will that hold you over until we get to the cabin?”

“Cabin?”

“I rented a cabin in the Smoky Mountains. Not that far away, but I’m not against giving you something to tide you over till then.”

“Does the cabin have a hot tub?” I grin.

“Absolutely and no neighbors,” he smirks.

“I married a genius.”

“Glad you think so,” he tells me, pulling me up against his body. I lock my legs around his waist and loop my arms around his neck. His lips find mine. He gives me a quick kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth and claiming it.

“What are you doing?” I ask the stupid question, as he walks up the stairs. I run my tongue over the pulse that’s literally pulsating on the side of his neck, then I move up to suck on the lobe of his ear and run my tongue along the inner shell.

“Taking my woman upstairs and giving her my dick, so she can make it till we get to Gatlinburg.”

“I married a genius,” I repeat. His reply this time is a growl, because I’ve slid my hand into his jeans and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. “Hurry Jacob. I’m hungry,” I tell him as I stroke him, and I giggle as he jogs to our room.

I’m going to like being married.





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Jacob