Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC Book 2) (19 page)

“Bull?” She asks and I shake my head, because I don’t know.

I’m jealous which is fucked up seven ways to Sunday. My brother is in bad shape, even I could tell that through the smoke. Yet, here I am jealous because my woman is worried about him. Hell, I’m worried about him. I grab her by the back of the neck and turn her face towards me.

“Give me the words.”

She looks thoroughly confused and I understand, because I am too. Still, she takes her hand and moves it along the side of my face. With her other hand, she places it over my heart and applies gentle pressure. The warmth of it is enough to calm the heavy beating.

“I love you, Jacob.”

“Sir, we need to check you over,” I look over my shoulder and there’s a paramedic standing behind me.

“I’m fine, see to my brother.”

I don’t want to be bothered. I want to stay with Carrie. It’s weak and totally the wrong time to be feeling shit, but crowds trigger panic attacks. I do not want to have one of those surrounded by strangers and having my brothers here would make that shit worse. I hold on tightly to Carrie’s hand. Can she tell how it shakes? I look at her face, but she just smiles. I pray I’ve kept it hid.

“The other wagon has your buddy,” the paramedic explains referring to the other ambulance. “Please sir it’s my job, you inhaled a lot of smoke. Let me just check out your lungs. I also see some blood, it won’t take long.”

I’m about to tell him to fuck off when Carrie’s hand goes to my side. Is it wrong to get turned on with all the shit going on around us? I swear I can feel my dick harden as her hand moves along my side and her fingers tease against the edge of my jeans.

“Jacob, you’ve been hurt!”

I look down as she pulls my shirt up. It’s a jagged cut down my side. It’s nothing, but my woman is worried about
me
and I’m an ass enough to eat that shit up. So, I let her guide me to the ambulance. I sit on the base of the bumper step, while the paramedic does his business.

I’ve barely settled before the guy pushes an oxygen mask in my face as a ‘precaution’ whatever in the hell that means. Then, Carrie leaves me to go check on Bull.

Motherfucker!

I’m left with a piece of plastic held over my mouth and nose, watching her cry over another man.

I want Bull to survive. I love the man, I want him to be okay and I know he is in scary ass shape. That said, right now in this moment, I want him to get better so I can kill him.

I look over at Dragon and he’s pretty much being poked at like me. We look at each other for a second and nod. Shoving the masks back, we head over to Bull with the paramedics yelling behind us.

We make it to the wagon where they have Bull inside working on him. Shit, it looks like someone bashed his head with a baseball bat. That’s the only thought I can form before it hits me that they are performing CPR on my brother. What the fuck? I knew he was bad, I had no idea he wasn’t fucking breathing.

One paramedic is applying chest compressions, while another is squeezing a balloon like thing with a mask attached over his face. There’s still another one holding up paddles.

“CLEAR!”

One of them hollers and the others back away while the paddles are put over the heart and he’s hit with electricity. His body jerks. We all look at a monitor willing it to move. There’s just a green line and it’s barely moving. They assume their first positions again and you can hear the electricity surging from the paddles, as the other paramedic turns the knob increasing the charge.

“CLEAR!” She calls again.

I feel Carrie curl into my side and I hold her close. We wait while Bull is hit again. The beep of the machine is faint as a heartbeat is found, but it seems like thunder and the line on the screen appears steadier.

“Let’s get him to the main road. Medi-vac is waiting for transport to send him down to UT,” one of the paramedics orders.

“You’re flying him out?” Dragon asks and my heart stops in my throat.

“Sir, your friend has major head trauma and went into respiratory failure. UT is the closest trauma center around equipped to deal with head trauma like his.”

“I’m going with him,” Dragon says starting to get in the ambulance.

“Sorry sir, I can’t allow that. You can drive down to Knoxville,” she pulls out a card from her pocket and hands it to Dragon. “You can call that number, give them your friend’s info and they can give you updates. Now we’ve got to go.”

She bangs on the ambulance doors with a strong thud and slams them shut. We watch the ambulance take off, each one of us in shock. I don’t think any of us thought we could lose Bull until we watched the paramedics struggle to keep a heartbeat.

Carrie looks up at me with soot and dirt marring her face. You can see streaks left behind by the tracks of her tears.

“Will he make it?” She asks her voice weak.

“Damn straight he’ll make it,” Dragon growls, running towards his SUV. I see Frog and Gunner pile in with him. Crusher was taken to the hospital earlier. I need to check on him too. I need to get to Tennessee…. Fuck.

“Let’s go to the club, get cleaned up and go check on Bull.”

“Okay, Jacob.”

We walk towards the group hand in hand. Even with all the shit that has gone down, I can almost smile at the feeling that settles inside of me. My hand tightens over hers as we move forward…together.

Carrie

I
’m exhausted and
I don’t even know how Jacob is functioning. He couldn’t have slept much the night before and it’s midnight now. We’re all piled in the waiting room for trauma surgery. We had gone to the club. Jacob and I quickly showered (and by that I mean we showered together and since I had never done that before, I wished we had more time, but we didn’t). We got dressed and headed out just in time to load up in the SUV with Dragon and Nicole. Crusher was still in the local hospital and in no shape to travel, though he was raising the roof because no one would let him. Dani was watching over him closely and again I thought I saw something between them.

We got here around three in the afternoon and we’ve been here ever since. Dr. Lyn, who is apparently the chief resident and director of the trauma-care floor, directed us to this small waiting room. We got to see Bull once, but he didn’t know we were around. He went in for surgery about an hour ago. They’re putting a gage in to help relieve pressure on his brain. There’s swelling, bruising and several spots bleeding. With each minute that passes by, the pit in my stomach seems to grow. The old adage about no news being good news, I am totally not buying it. Anything would be better than the not knowing. The door opens and we all look up expectantly.

“Kane family?” Dr. Lyn asks as she comes into the waiting area. All four of us stand up.

“I assisted in Dorian’s surgery. We successfully put in the gage to monitor the swelling and pressure on his brain. Considering everything, the bleeding we found was not substantial.”

“Will he be okay?” Dragon asks the question we all want the answer to.

“We’re hopeful. The swelling on the cranium is measured on a scale. Mr. Kane’s swelling measures in at fifteen. While that is something to worry about, the real danger area is around twenty. He’s on a ventilator and we’re going to keep him in a medically induced coma for the next day or so to keep him calm. We’ll start to slowly bring him out of it after that. Hopefully then we can run some tests and try to ascertain the extent of the damage inflicted.”

“Can we see him?”

“I’m sorry that can’t happen right now. Mr. Kane is medically sedated but we can’t risk that something might agitate him.”

“Will you have one of the staff update us if there are any changes?” Nicole asks, while Dragon walks off to stand facing the wall away from us.

“I can, but I suggest you leave a number where we can reach you with the nursing station and get some rest. There’s nothing else you can do tonight.”

Nicole nods and the doctor gives a tight smile and walks away. I turn into Jacob’s arms while I look over at Dragon. Nicole puts her hands on Dragon’s back. He’s got his head bent down and he slaps his fist on the wall. I wince at the force of the hit.

“I can’t lose another brother Mama.”

“I know. Sweetheart, let’s go back to the hotel and get some rest so we can be here for Bull tomorrow.”

Jacob’s hands tighten against my back and I look up at him. I see the worry and fear on his face and do my best to give him a reassuring smile. I’m sure it falls short. We give our information to the nurses and make our way back to the SUV. We head to the hotel that Nicole booked before we arrived.

*

I’m sitting on
the bed wearing one of the silk negligees that Dani gave me. All of my clothes were destroyed. Thankfully Dani and I are pretty much the same size. It is way too sexy and not something I would pick out on my own. I miss my pajamas. It is a deep purple color which I love though. Plus, it feels good against my skin. It has thin spaghetti straps with the delicate silk trimmed in the prettiest lace. The top is loose and falls about mid-thigh. The bottom is a barely there strand of silk that seems small even for a thong. I quickly put lotion on while Jacob is busy in the bathroom. If I can get this done and under the covers I won’t feel so self-conscious around him. I’m not used to being dressed like this and dressed like this in front of Jacob is intimidating.

I don’t quite make it. I feel the bed shift with weight behind me. Jacob’s arms come around me, as he pulls me close. His hands come up and brush my breasts teasingly before cupping them, while he buries his head into my neck.

“Care Bear, you are so fucking beautiful.”

I lean back into him, my eyes close savoring this moment and holding it close. This moment, this exact moment and the feeling that Jacob pulls from me, is why I’ve held onto my love for him.

“Mmmm…I like this side of you, Jacob.”

“I like this get up you have on. You look good enough to eat.”

His voice is husky with need and that combined with his touch makes me instantly wet and ready.

“You should sleep,” I say because he should and I’m worried about him, but even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.

“After,” he says moving the strap away from my shoulder, his lips grazing the same path.

“After?” I gasp as he bites into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, sucking the same area. Will he leave his mark on me? I want that.

“After I fuck you and make you beg to come.”

“I…Oh god…” I moan as he pulls the top off of me.

I try to turn towards him, wanting more, but he doesn’t let me.

“Oh no, I got plans for you. Now if you don’t want me to rip off that thong you’re barely wearing take it off.”

I lift up and he guides them off my hips and down my legs.

“Keep your back to me baby, and climb up on my lap.”

“Like this?” I ask feeling unsure. I crawl backwards to straddle him.

“Oh fuck yeah.”

He grabs my hips and holds me still before I can settle back on his lap. I feel his hand move between my folds and then his fingers push inside of me. I gasp at the intimate contact. He moves in further. I’m so wet his fingers slide smoothly.

“My Princess is all ready for me aren’t you?”

“Yes…” I groan when his fingers slowly leave my depths, only to begin teasing my clit. “Jacob!” I call out. I feel his teeth bite into the right cheek of my ass. His tongue flicks over the bite.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Stop torturing me…” I whimper.

“How am I torturing you? Is it because I’m teasing your clit?” He asks pushing hard against the swollen nub. At the same time, he uses his other hand to thrust two fingers inside of me. My knees are shaking from the force of the sensations attacking me, so much so I’m not sure how much longer they will hold me up.

“That’s it Carrie, ride my hand. Do you need fucked, sweetheart?”

“Yes….please, Jacob.”

“Tell me, Carrie. Come on baby, tell me you want my cock.”

“I need your cock, Jacob. I need it so bad.”

“Reach down and wrap that sweet little hand of yours around my cock and slide down on me.”

My hands are trembling, but I reach down and grab his cock in my hand. It’s soft and hard at the same time. I stroke it slowly, because I can’t stop myself.

“Fuck yeah. Stroke my cock.” Jacob groans, his hands have moved to my breasts, holding them, kneading them and teasing all at the same time. He’s kissing along my back and it all feels so good my brain goes hazy.

“Jacob… I need…”

“I know what you need. Hold my cock still and slide down on me, Carrie. Slide down slowly.”

I do as he instructs, lowering on his staff, slow…feeling everything, as he sinks deeper and deeper inside of me. Every inch stretches me and satisfies something I didn’t know I was craving.

“Perfect…” I gasp.

Jacob hums his agreement against my ear. I feel one of his hands tangle into my hair and pull so that my head bows back to rest against his shoulder.

“You were made for me, Carrie.”

“I know,” I admit it freely, because I was. I’ve known it since I was five years old.