Needing Carrie: A Savage Brothers MC Novella(8)

“Okay, Cherry! It’s your turn. Are you ready?” the guy asks. He’s got his microphone up to his lips, and he’s bending down to talk to me. I’m more than ready. I’m going to win this thing, but when I do I want people to know my real name. I grab the microphone, my hand going over top of his.

“My name is Carrie, and I’m ready to win!” I yell out. I probably didn’t need to scream it, because the microphone makes my words extremely loud and vibrate over the crowd. I seem to have said the right thing however, because they all start yelling and cheering.

“Okay Carrie, sweetheart, are you ready to suck your way to victory?” the man asks, grinning at me. He’s got really sparkly eyes. They’re like blue, only that color of blue you see in the oceans in the Caribbean. I lick my lips. It is warm in here. I’m going to give Jacob a work out when I get home. Heck, I’m even going to break the no-sex-at-his-Mom’s, rule.

“I’m ready,” I tell him and whoops, did my voice come out breathy? I look at the man again, his face is blurry, and Jacob’s is overshadowing it. He grins, and Jacob always did have the prettiest smile. He moves behind me and holds my hands at the back of the chair. I let my fingers wrap around the spindles of the chair. He holds the banana out just below my lips and nerves fly through my system. I can’t lose to Nicole. That can’t happen. I want to make Jacob proud of me. I look out at the crowd and this time, they’re all chanting…my name. I decide to tease first. That has to be a crowd pleaser, right? Jacob always loves it when I make him wait. I flatten my tongue out and carefully go to the fingers that are wrapped around bottom of the banana. I barely lick the banana, I’m afraid to be like Skye and break the dang thing off, but I do touch it enough that it seems to please the crowd even more. Above me I hear a moan.

“Oh damn, she’s out to win,” the voice above me says and weird…it doesn’t really sound like Jacob. I could have sworn I saw him.

Once I reach the top of the banana, I slowly dive down on it. I relax my throat and breathe through my nose to allow the tip of the fruit to reach the back of my throat; my lips close around it to where they touch fingers. I win! I quickly pull away from it when I hear, “We have a winner!” Yes! I think I squeal! I can’t be sure because mostly I hear Nicole and Skye cheering. I stand up as a red sash is draped over my shoulder. I look up and the Chris Pratt lookalike is back. Where did Jacob go? I wanted him to see me win!

I hold the sash up and read the gold letters that proclaim me, “Blow-job Queen.” I don’t know why that makes me happy but it does. The man puts a plastic crown on my head and wraps his arm around me as he introduces me to the crowd.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Carrie. Our new Blow-job Queen!” he announces amidst more chants of my name. I feel like I might be a celebrity.

Jacob’s going to be so proud!





9





Jacob





“We’re a bunch of sad f*cks,” Bull grumbles. “Following our women like a bunch of *-whipped men.”

“You sure are complaining a lot for a man driving the damn vehicle,” I tell him. Dragon is following in a second vehicle, and the closer we get, the more on edge I get. I know I’m probably being an idiot, but I do not like Carrie out of my sight. It’s irrational. Just because Dragon and Nicole’s wedding went f*cking insane, doesn’t mean anything. They ended up married, happy and with two sons. Still, I know I’m not going to rest until this wedding is done and Carrie has my last name. Then, life will go back to what it has been before. Shit. I don’t know. I have been on edge ever since I killed those men. They needed to be ended. It wasn’t the first time I had killed someone…but this was different. This time I killed…for me, for my future…for vengeance. Maybe I’m afraid it will come back to bite me in the ass. Karma is a f*cked up bitch. Still, I need to stop. I’m letting the past get to me again. I need to stop that shit.

The past is dead and over. I buried it for the final time. Carrie. She’s my purpose. She’s the reason I survived. She’s why I face tomorrow. Hell, she’s the reason I look forward to tomorrow.

“If you *s are getting your women, then I sure as hell am. I’ll just make sure Skye knows you guys demanded we show up there—not me.”

“Smooth man, real smooth.”

“I thought so,” he grins as we pull into the parking lot of the club the girls are at. Dragon parks beside us and then the three of take off to the front entrance.

“How mad do you think the women are going to be when they see us crashing their girl’s night?” I ask, more or less for something to say.

“I’m going to make her ass blood red,” Dragon growls.

“What the f*ck is Skye doing?” Bull asks. I follow their line of sight and look at the stage. Skye is on the floor holding something, and I think she’s crying. I can’t tell because the damn place is way too loud. Nicole is bouncing up and down cheering Carrie on … and Carrie…

Motherf*cker.

I take off running toward the stage, pushing people out of my way. I hear Dragon and Bull just a half of a step—two at the most, behind me. The first thing I do when I hit the stage is pull myself up, grab the f*cker who is hugging my, woman and push him aside.