Needing Carrie: A Savage Brothers MC Novella(23)

“Doubtful, since I just stopped taking the birth control.”

“Damn.”

“Of course, practice is always good to have.”

“True, and I mean it is our honeymoon. It’d be kind of sad if we didn’t take advantage of that.”

“That’s an excellent point, Jacob Blake.”

“Actually, if I didn’t make love to you that would probably make me a failure as a husband.”

“God, you’re so smart,” I giggle, as he rolls so he’s braced over me. He reaches over and grabs a pillow and then lifts me, pushing the pillow under me. “What’s that for?” I ask, gasping as he slides inside of me without warning. He enters easily. I’m always wet and needy when Jacob is close to me.

“To get you closer,” he groans. “I need you as close as possible,” he adds, sliding in and out of me slowly at almost a sweet pace. His eyes never leave mine, and I’m able to see every feeling, every moment of pleasure shining there. “You’re never close enough, Carrie. I will never get enough of you,” he promises. “I love you, Care Bear. I’ll always love you.”

“I love you, Jacob,” I vow, as I pull my legs up, stretching so he sinks in just a little deeper. My nails dig into his back as I do everything I can to hold him tightly into me. “I’ll always love you.”

My eyes slowly close. It’s okay to close them now. Jacob is mine and he knows I’m his. Nothing else matters. Past or present, or even future. Jacob and I are a team. We’ll handle it all together.

No matter what.





Epilogue





Two years later




Dom





“We’re going to get in trouble,” Thomas says.

“We are not,” I mumble, ignoring him. Thomas is my younger brother. He’s only three. I’ll be six...well soon.

“We will. Mom said we needed to clean up for the krissy’ing.”

“It’s not krissying. It’s a ba’tismum.”

“It’s silly. They pour water on Hawk!” he exclaims. Hawk is Uncle Dancer’s boy. He’s one-year-old today. He was really sick when he was born, and almost died. Aunt Carrie said she wanted to make sure God knew she was thankful he saved him. Adults are strange.

“Maybe he’s dirty.”

“Jazz said her mom and dad baffed him. She doesn’t like her brother. Says he smells.”

“Jazz is dumb.”

“Her daddy won’t let you say that.”

“He’s not here.”

“What you doing?”

“Watching Gabby.”

“Gabby’s here?”

“Yeah,” I answer, my eyes glued to the girl we’re talking about.

Gabby came with her dad, Skull, and her mom. She’s so pretty. She’s got hair the color of sunshine, and she’s always so sweet. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Prettier than even my mommy. Her skin is lighter than mine. Not as light as Jazz’s is, but it’s her eyes I like the best. They’re dark like mine, but they sparkle.

Thomas is walking to Gabby, so I quickly follow. She looks up at us when we get there and she smiles really big. Thomas sits beside her, so I go to the other side and sit down.

“Hi. I didn’t know you were here,” she says, looking up from where she’s playing with the sand.

“You want ta’ play?” Thomas asks, holding out his favorite purple dinosaur.

“Sure. I got to go soon though. I’m going to Papaw Tucker’s.”

“Why?” I ask. Not wanting her to go. Those big brown eyes of hers jerk up to look at me. Girls usually annoy me, but not Gabby. Gabby is cool. She even likes catching frogs.

“Papá is taking mama on a trip.”

“But not taking you?” I ask, helping her fill up her bucket with sand. Thomas is helping add to it too, while she holds his favorite dinosaur studying everything about it. Thomas must really like Gabby too. He never parts with that dino. I’m the only other one besides dad and mom who has touched it. Gabby looks over at me and shakes her head no.

“No, they celebrating being married.”

“Why do adults celebrate that? It’s silly!” Thomas answers.

“I don’t know,” Gabby says, stretching her arms out and shaking her head. “I guess cause they’re happy. When I grow up I’m going to get married.”

“You are?” Thomas asks. I watch them. I don’t talk as much as Thomas. I like watching. People are interesting.

“Yeah, cause then you can be happy, and have a house, and play all the time. Papá and mama are always playing.”

“What do they play?” I ask, wondering. Dad and mom are happy too, but I don’t know that they ever play. Well, besides with Thomas. I’m too big to play a lot. At six I need to be the big boy and take care of my brother. It might be fun to be married and have someone to play with though. That way I can still be big, but have fun too.

“Papá says they place house.”

“That sounds boring,” Thomas says, and Gabby scrunches up her nose at him.

“You can have fun playing house. You can even be attacked by dinosaurs!” she defends, and I have to admit that does sound like more fun.