“What are you thinking?” I ask, watching as he continues playing with my hand, curling my fingers and his together.
“I’m better Carrie, losing you woke me up, but…”
“But?”
“You have to know, I’m not magically healed. I still… shit Carrie…panic is just a breath away. I’m terrified of you touching me sometimes. I have this anger inside of me and there are times I just want to scream. I can’t promise that you won’t, that I…”
He turns to get out of the bed and I stop him, curling tighter into him.
“Jacob. I’ve known about your attack since before the first time we made love. Don’t you think I get it? We’ll get through it together.”
“Carrie, I wasn’t attacked…I was…”
“You were forced,” I interrupt him, my heart breaking. “You didn’t do anything, Jacob.”
“You can’t pretty it up, Carrie. This…there is no way to make this pretty. I was raped.”
The last word is broken and whispered so quietly it breaks my heart.
“It happens, Jacob. I… it happens.”
I feel helpless and ill equipped to battle this. I want to have this magic word to heal him and there’s nothing. I have nothing.
“It doesn’t happen, not to a man. How can you want me, Carrie? I wasn’t even strong enough to defend myself. How can I protect you or our baby?”
“Stop it, just stop it. You were held down and stabbed and you fought with everything you had in you.”
“How do you…”
“The dreams Jacob, the dreams and that scar on your side. Most of all I know, because I know you. Rape is a crime. You were a victim, not weak. You’re one of the strongest men I know.”
“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.
By: Jordan Marie
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to all who have had a part, both large and small, in helping me live my dream. From a note of encouragement to the purchase of the book and anything in between, there are no words I can offer except a heartfelt thank you.
For the readers who have opened their hearts and minds to embrace Dragon and Nicole, please note this book was meant to be a celebration of their love. A short novella to celebrate their wedding. Dragon, as he often does, had other plans. The direction it went into was not planned, and for the life of me I cannot write with an outline. It’s a wild, crazy and emotional journey which took it way out of the realm of a wedding book. It takes a village to write a book seems appropriate for me. Please read to the end to see my list of acknowledgments; for the wonderful people in my corner.
I hope you enjoy the story, I’m not ashamed to say it’s my favorite of all I have written both in this series and in the past.
Jordan.
Prologue
Michael
New York
Three Weeks Earlier
I push my chair back, tilting it while 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. 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 on her body only moments earlier. I came 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 quickly 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 farther. I have to, because if not, I don’t get to see the fear in her eyes and motherfucker, I crave the fear.
“Hurry Donald, I have someone waiting on me.”
At my words my secretary turns and looks at me, her brown eyes flash in understanding.
I take my feet down, slide my seat back another couple of inches and motion under my desk. She walks towards me, but I shake my head no. She stops instantly, such a good little pet.
Naked. I mouth the word. She nods her understanding and begins undressing.
“Mr. Kavanagh, we’ve found her.”
I freeze. The little bitch has been missing for five fucking years.
“Where?” I demand, waving my secretary off. My dick being jammed down her throat is the last thing on my mind now. She picks up her clothes and quickly exits, having seen this mood enough to know to run for cover.
“She’s in a small town in Eastern Kentucky.”
“No fucking way.”
“Yes sir, do we apprehend her and bring her to you?”
I consider this, as it would be the easiest and ultimately the cleanest alternative. But alas, I do not do clean nor easy.
“No. Watch her, evaluate the situation. I want pictures tonight. I will decide after that.”
“Yes sir, there might be one slight issue.”
My hand tightens on the receiver. I will not have anything stand in my way now. It will not happen.
“That is?” I prompt.
“She seems to have taken up with a gang.”
“A gang? That does not sound like Melinda. Perhaps your incompetence is showing again, Donald.”
“No sir, the hair is different, but this is definitely Mrs. Kavanagh.”
“A gang?”
“A motorcycle gang. I believe they call themselves the Savage Brothers.”
A motorcycle gang? Well, well, my Melinda never ceases to amaze, too bad I’m going to kill her.
“I expect a detailed report tonight. Do not disappoint, Donald.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hang the phone up and turn my seat around to stare at the skyline of downtown Manhattan. The different shapes and sizes of the skyscrapers jut and point in a peculiar pattern, which is strangely beautiful. The water in the distance is calm and the blue reflects the sun’s glare. My hands tighten on the arms of my leather cushioned chair.
Finally, Melinda is in my grasp. I vow she will not get away this time.
Chapter 1
Dragon
I come awake slowly, my eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room. A smile hits my face as I feel my woman’s lips graze my stomach.
“Morning, Mama.”
“Mmmm…,” she moans against my skin, her tongue darting in and out of my belly button.
I run my fingers through her hair, caressingly. I love her hair; the color, the texture, the way it always feels so soft between my fingers. I feel her teeth rake across my skin. She places a teasing bite on my stomach at the same exact time her hand cups my balls, gently massaging them.
I wrap her hair tighter around my fingers. Fuck, yeah. My girl has been horny as hell this last month. She says it’s because of the pregnancy. All I know is I get to fuck her, sometimes, five times a day and I love every damn second of it; even when I can do nothing but get her off with my fingers, because my dick is exhausted. I’m one happy motherfucker. Hell, I might keep her knocked up constantly if this is the reward.
“My Mama needing me to make her come?” I ask. Her head slowly raises, she looks up with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, and they lock on mine.
“No,” she says with a smile, her voice warm, husky and full of need. Her hand goes to my cock, pumping it with a firm grip. Her thumb grazing the slick head with each downward stroke.
“No?” I ask confused, because her actions are not going along with the denial.
“No, I want you to come,” she corrects me and bam, just like that, I feel my release so close a cold sweat breaks out on me.
This woman has so much power over me and it’s been like that since the first time I kissed her and felt her ass in my hands. She branded me and destroyed me for any other woman.
“Climb on board, Mama.” We’ve switched to having her on top most of the time when we make love because I’m afraid of hurting the baby. She’s six months along now, and fuck, she’s gorgeous—more beautiful every damned day. The sight of her stomach swelled and tight with our baby, her large breasts even bigger—preparing for our child all of the subtle changes in her that I can’t begin to list…all those put together and Nicole, herself, captivates me. Every day I find something new to love that I want to explore with her.
Nicole ignores my demand and instead, slides farther down between my legs and before I can gather my brain cells to say one more thing, her mouth is sliding down my staff and she’s sucking on my cock with a growl. My head pushes back against my pillow and my eyes close. I take a minute to just relish the feeling of being owned by this amazing woman and the hot, wet, slick depths of her mouth.
Nothing better. There is nothing better than being with Nicole. That is the one sane thought I can muster as she picks up her pace and starts sucking my cock harder, in tandem with her hand stroking me and controlling the depth.
She’s been waking me up every day like this. I haven’t told her that there are times I wake up before her and pretend I am still sleeping, just waiting for her mouth. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her tongue sliding along my dick. Reveling in the soft, wet, slow slide as her tongue flattens and licks me so fucking good I can barely hold on. When it flicks over the head, darting hungrily to gather all the pre-cum that is dripping from me, I can take no more.
My hands go under her arms and I lift, pulling her up so fast that she is quickly straddling me. Nicole works with me and uses her hand to guide me inside. I groan as I slip into silky depths. I do my best to remember to hold her back. My woman is fucking greedy, if I don’t watch her, she will slam down on me until I bottom out inside of her. It’d feel fucking fantastic, but I don’t want to do anything that may harm the baby. The changes in the way I give her my cock are driving her crazy. I know that’s part of the reason she’s been waking me up every morning with my own personal form of happy ending.
I can’t help it though. The thought of a part of the two of us growing inside of Nicole is a miracle to me. A beautiful miracle that I never thought I would experience. The fact that I’m sharing it with a woman who owns a piece of my soul? A woman who I’m so fucking wrapped up in, I will never get free? Shit, that’s so far into the miracle zone I can’t even fucking believe it.
“Dragon…” Nicole whimpers and I know it’s because I’ve used my hands on her hips to slowly lower her on me. See? Greedy.
“Damn Mama, do you feel how your pussy is already trying to milk me dry? You want my cum, don’t you?” I growl as I feel her inner muscles clench on my dick, compressing and releasing so slow and tightly that it is divine torture. I never want it to end.
Nicole begins her ride in earnest now. Sliding up and down on me, the room echoing with the combined sounds of our breathing, moans and the slick suction of our union. Up and down and on each downward stroke she curls and rotates, while bearing down on my cock so firmly, I know I make some kind of unintelligible noise, I just couldn’t tell you what it is.
My hands are cupping her swollen breasts. The nipples have darkened and grown. They fascinate me these days. They’re so ultra-sensitive that I’ve been able to make her come doing nothing but torturing them for an hour or so. It’s a fun game that I make note to play again later today. It’s my contribution to making sure the baby is strong. It always wears her out enough, she takes a mid-day nap.
I lean up to run my to
ngue along one of her nipples; it has hardened so much it looks physically painful. I use my thumb to graze against the other one. Her hands wrap around my head pulling me closer with such force, my dick is as rigid as stone when I thrust up into her. Fuck, it turns me on knowing she needs me this much. She is mine.
I switch nipples and use my thumb and forefinger to torture the moistened one I leave behind. Nicole’s ride somehow picks up speed, the movements she makes are jerky and not as controlled. Her breathing is erratic, her head is thrown back, her soft blonde hair glistens in the pale sunlight, and the ends tease my legs.
Fucking phenomenal and mine, all mine. I’ll kill a motherfucker if he even tries to touch her.
That thought fragments into a thousand pieces as she comes. I feel her wet, slick cream sliding over me. She’s using my cock so hungrily, I’m immediately pulled along with her and unload so hard inside of her—I think I might die on the spot.
Heaven. This is the closest I’ll ever get to the place. When I am with Nicole, when I am inside of her, when I am fucking her, when she is begging for my cum? That is my heaven.
Nicole collapses against me, angling so that her head can rest against my neck and shoulder. Her lips touch my jawline and chin before she settles against me.
“I’m pretty sure Heaven has angels singing, pearly gates, and golden streets…not your woman’s pussy, sweetheart.” She yawns against my skin.
Shit, I didn’t realize I spoke the words out loud. I kiss the top of her head. My hand rubbing the side of her stomach where our child is resting.
Every. Damn. Day.
Every day since Nicole has come into my life just gets better, happier, and fuller. I don’t even know how that shit is possible, but I am completely happy. Hell, I even yawn along with her. It’s no shame. My woman wears me out—in all good ways.
“That’s the reason it’s also the only heaven I want, Mama. An eternity without my woman’s pussy? Fuck that. You and I will make our own afterlife.”
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