“Hey pixie,” I say, stroking a piece of dark hair from her eyes.
“You stayed in my bed?” she croaks.
“Didn’t have the energy to walk to my room.”
She gives me a small, cute as shit, smile. “Worn out, old man?”
I grin at her, and lean down, capturing her lips in mine. Fuck, she’s perfect. Like a tiny bottle of sunshine. I slide my hand down the side of her face, as I deepen the kiss. A little whimper escapes her mouth, as her tongue tangles with mine. Damn. Just damn. Her fingers slide up to tangle in my hair, where she proceeds to tug me down so she can kiss me deeper. She’s a little minx when she wants to be, I saw that last night.
I’ve never fucked so hard in my life.
“Your hair must be worse than mine,” she giggles, pulling her lips from mine and tugging the thick, messy locks hanging over my shoulders.
I grin. “Yeah.”
“Any reason you keep it long?” she asks, using her fingers to untangle it.
I shrug. “Just always been that way, so I figure it’s just easier to leave it there.”
She continues tugging and pulling, until her fingers are gliding smoothly through it.
“I like it,” she murmurs. “I’d like it even more if I could brush it.”
I snort. “Ain’t gonna happen little darlin’.”
She pouts, and I smirk, flicking her lip. “Don’t pout at me.”
“It’s not un-manly to let a girl brush your hair.”
“No,” I grin. “It’s just outright girly.”
“It’s not!”
“Is.”
She gives me a lazy half smile, and then tugs at my hair again, until our lips are touching. Her stomach grumbles against mine.
“Hungry?” I chuckle.
She nods, stretching and shifting. “Yeah, but I think I need to shower more.”
“You shower, I’ll get food.”
She nods, grinning. “It sounds like a plan.”
I crawl out of her bed, and sit on the side, ready to pull on my jeans when her hand reaches around, and her fingers curl around my soft cock. It instantly jerks to life, swelling beneath her grips.
“Can’t cook if you won’t let me go,” I growl.
“If I keep rubbing this,” she murmurs. “Will you come?”
“Yeah baby,” I grate out.
If she keeps pulling it like that, it won’t be long before that happens.
“I want to watch.”
Fuck her. Damn curious woman. I grind my jaw. Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman wank me. It’s usually something I don’t accept, hell, I can do it myself. Serenity slides her hand up and down, watching with curious eyes as my entire body stiffens.
“Will it take long?” she breathes.
“No, darlin’.”
“Will you come all over my hand?”
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my body tighten as her hand moves fast. “Yeah.”
She makes a whimpering sound, and begins working her hand harder and faster, until I’m holding my breath, my body is stiff, and my cock is swelling ready for release. When I’m fucking, I can hold a release back to make sure the woman has her pleasure, but now, there’s no need to. I come, feeling my cock jerk, feeling my spunk shoot out and land on her tiny hands. She gasps, and her hand tightens around me.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Oh my,” she whispers.
My fuckin’ knees shake as I reach down, gripping a towel and using it to clean her up. She peers up at me through those sexy lashes.
“That was sexy,” she murmurs.
“It was fuckin’ good,” I grunt.
She beams at me, and my heart swells.
Shit, I feel good.
And that doesn’t happen often.
~*CHAPTER 11*~
SERENITY
“Crispy is better,” I say, reaching in and pinching a piece of the sizzling bacon Jackson is cooking for breakfast.
“Not,” he protests, slapping my hand away. “Stop touchin’ the food.”
“Chef’s privilege,” I grin.
He smirks. “You ain’t the chef, darlin’.”
I laugh, and run my fingers across his backside as I walk past. His body shivers, and mine livens up with awareness. I’m about to reach over, when I hear Addison’s voice behind us.
“Morning.”
I quickly drop my hand, and give her a guilty look. “Oh, hey Addi.”
“Baby,” Jackson says, not turning.
“Don’t even give me that guilty look, Serenity,” she says, crossing her arms. “I know exactly what you two got up to last night. I had to wear earplugs to avoid the mental damage it would have done if I continued to listen to you screaming my father’s name over, and over, and over. Oh, and before I went to bed, I saw my father here smuggling your clothes upstairs. So obvious.”
I flush and open my mouth and stammer, “I-I-I...sorry!”
She gives me a serious expression, and then bursts out laughing. Jackson is staring at her now, giving her a look. He rolls his eyes and turns away when he realizes she’s just playing.
“It’s fine!” she giggles. “I totally knew it was going to happen. Though, it would have been nice if you kept it quiet. I’m going to start staying at Cade’s more now, so you won’t have to worry about me.”
I groan and put my face in my hands. “This is so shame!”
“Don’t be ashamed, it’s not your fault you’re a screamer!”
Jackson snorts a laugh, and I feel shame rise in my chest. God, I need a shower. I cannot stand here and listen to Addi talk as if it’s totally ok that I am sleeping with her father. Oh god, when I put it like that, it doesn’t feel so crash hot. “I’m going to shower!”
“Aw, Serenity,” Addison says, gripping me as I go past. “Honestly, honey, it’s fine. I’m happy for you two.”
“I...I need to shower.”
“Serenity,” Jackson says, but I don’t look at him.
“Aw, Serenity,” Addi groans. “I’m sorry.”
I turn and rush off. I go right to the shower, and strip down quickly before getting under the warm water. I sigh, and close my eyes. I hate running off all the time, but I feel like each time I get a blessing from one of them, the guilt begins to just eat away at me. It’s so hard to look past it. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, and yet I find it hard to move away from it. I can’t stop feeling the way I do, and at the same time, I can’t seem to figure out how to get myself out of this situation.
I pour some shampoo into my hair, and lather it up, rubbing it through the long, thick locks until it’s covered. I close my eyes and lean my head back, letting the water wash over me, slowly rinsing the shampoo out. That’s when I feel the hot, hard hands against my breasts. I know it’s Jackson, I don’t know how I missed him coming in, but here he is. His fingers slide over my nipples, and he gently kneads my breasts. I keep my head back, and let a moan escape my lips. When I finally raise my head back up, I see Jackson, beautifully naked, standing in the shower with me.
“You don’t have to run away all the time,” he murmurs, stroking and cupping my breasts.
“I know,” I groan. “It was just awkward. She’s nearly the same age as me.”
“Only as awkward as you make it,” he rasps. “She’s gone now, ran out to see Cade. We’re alone. You can scream all you need now, darlin’.”
My breath hitches, and I find my back pressed against the cool tiles. Jackson presses himself against me, his body heating mine. His eyes are alight with lust and things I can’t decipher. He’s making everything feel so real, so good.
“Don’t have a condom, which means I can’t fuck you here, but I can make you scream my name. And baby, you’re gonna scream it.”
I shiver, and let my fingers slide out, finding his hard, wet abs. I run my nails down his skin until I reach his erect cock. I whimper, desperately, already wanting him again. Barely a few hours without him, and I need him again. I wrap my fing
ers around him, squeezing just enough to make him groan into my neck as his lips slide up and down my skin.
“I thought I was makin’ you scream?” he rasps.
“Make me scream then.”
He pulls his lips from my neck, and grins down at me. He reaches down, lifting my fingers off his cock, and bringing them up and above my head. He lifts my other hand, and does the same until I’m standing with both arms above my head. He lowers his head, and captures my nipple with his lips. I cry out, letting my head fall back. Sensations travel through my body, and I shudder violently as he suckles and pulls, causing little tingles of pleasure to break out all over my skin.
Then he begins lowering himself, slowly.
“Keep your hands up there,” he orders as he moves down my body, running his lips over every part of my wet flesh.
When he’s on his knees in front of me, he takes my ankle and lifts it, placing it on his shoulder. I quiver as he pushes my knee outwards, until I’m open and exposed.
“Damn,” he growls. “Fuckin’ sweet.”
He leans in, sliding his tongue over the inside of my thigh. I whimper, reaching up and taking hold of the shower head, steadying myself just a touch as he moves his mouth up my thigh and over my folds. I feel the water traveling down between both of us, and hitting my exposed clit. Jackson snakes his tongue out, licking a few random droplets off.
I begin to beg.
He chuckles against my skin, and then thrusts his tongue into my pussy, deep and hard, flicking my clit with an intensity I never thought possible. I let my back lean against the cool tiles as I tremble with pleasure. Jackson lifts two fingers, sliding them into my pussy as he flicks his tongue harder, faster, until I’m doing the one thing he was so sure I’d do.
I scream his name.
“Jackson,” I bellow. “God!”
He groans against my flesh, and his fingers pump harder and faster into my heat as he eats me out like it’s the last thing he’ll do.
I come, and I come hard.
“Oh. My. God!” I scream, feeling my knees buckle. My body begins sliding down the wall.
Jackson catches me as I slide down, wrapping his arms around me, and pressing me to him. My cheek is against his chest, and I breathe him in, sighing, completely content.
“Now I’m hungry,” he groans.
“But you just ate,” I say, and then burst out into a fit of giggles.
Jackson roars with laughter, and buries his face into my shoulder.
“Funny little pixie.”
“I hope you didn’t leave that bacon sizzling...”
He shakes his head, lifting us up and turning the shower off. He gets us both out, and wraps a towel around me, using the ends to dry my hair.
“No, I turned it off. I wasn’t letting you have this shower without me.”
I snort. “Animal.”
He reaches up, using the towel to dry his hair. “You know it, darlin’.”
I flash him a smile.
And we both dress together.
And for a moment, just a moment.
It feels completely normal.
~*CHAPTER 12*~
SERENITY
“Are you ok?” Janine asks that afternoon when I get to Hogan’s compound.
I peer around the room, making sure no one is listening, before leaning in and whispering, “I’m ok, sorry I hung up on you the other night.”
“I was worried about you.”
“I know,” I say, my voice full of sympathy. “I’m sorry.”
“Did you decide what you’re going to do?”
I close my eyes, pushing the image of Jackson’s smiling face from my mind. “I can’t betray them; I just don’t know how I’m supposed to get out of this easily.”
“What are you going to tell Hogan today?”
“I’m going to lie about the security, it’s the best I can do.”
She looks concerned. “He’s going to want more, honey.”
“I know,” I say, feeling my body tighten with fear. “But I don’t know what to give him.”
“What about a fake ride? If he thinks they’re going out of town, it might buy you a few days to break it to them.”
“And when he finds out they didn’t go...”
“You’ll be under the protection of them, it won’t matter.”
“It will matter, because I can’t see them helping me when they find out.”
Janine looks concerned for me, and I know why, but I can’t explain it to her. If Hogan finds out I’m lying, she gets hurt. If Jackson finds out what I’m doing, I lose him. If I do as Hogan asks, Jackson could likely die. I know I have to tell Jackson, out of all my options, it’s the best one. I have to be smart. I have to tell him and help them organize a way to bring Hogan down. It’s the only way to keep Janine and Ebony safe.
“I think lying is your best option right now, regardless.”
“Serenity!”
I hear Hogan’s booming voice, and I tense. I feel my throat tighten, and I lean over, gripping Janine’s arms and leaning in to whisper, “Take care of yourself, but promise me you’ll take extra care of Ebony. Watch that little girl, just promise you’ll watch her.”
Janine’s eyes grow suspicious, and I’d so desperately love to tell her that Hogan is using her, but it would only end badly for all of us. I don’t know what Hogan would do if I caused that kind of drama. “What’s going on?” she whispers. “Is Eb’s in danger?”
“Serenity, get your fuckin’ ass here!”
“Just take care of her please. I love you.”
She nods, eyes wide, and then turns and rushes off. I turn slowly, to see Hogan storming towards me, his eyes wild with rage and something else...it’s probably drugs. Hogan and the club run a lot of drugs. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s off his rocker on something.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he bellows.
I shake my head in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I said I’d be back, and here I am.”
When he reaches me, his hand lashes out and he grips my arm so tightly I wince.
“I told you to be here two hours ago!”
He didn’t, but I’m not going to argue.
“I’m sorry, it’s not easy to get out.”
“They suspicious?” he snarls.
“No, but they are getting suspicious about how I’m continually coming back hurt.”
He lets me go, and for a moment, I whisper a sweet thank you to whoever let that line actually work. I didn’t know if it would, but by the look on his face, it’s making sense in his brain-dead skull. He clenches his fists, and his grey eyes narrow. “What have you got for me?”
“I have security information, and their next ride.”
“Spill it, now,” he barks.
I feed him a string of lies about the security system, guards, and when their next ride is. I know I’m sending him on a wild goose chase, because I know he’ll follow them for information. It’s a risk, but I don’t know what else I can do. I have to protect Jackson, but at the same time I have to protect Ebony. This is the only way I can do both. For now anyway.
“You find out where Spike and Jackson are going to be.”
“Why Spike?” I whisper.
“Spike’s the fucker who ordered that attack!” he snarls.
“Then why are you going after Jackson?” I blurt.
He lashes out, gripping my throat. I gasp, and begin squirming desperately. “Because Jackson was part of it. I want both them fuckin’ clubs down. I sent you to Jackson, because Spike’s club is merging with his, and he’s going to be the one that runs it. Plus, he’s a fucking pussy. I knew he’d fall for your little bullshit act.”
He’s so wrong. So wrong.
Jackson is not a pussy.
Hogan drops me, and I land on the floor with a gasp. I reach up, going for my throat and rubbing it frantically. I take a few deep breaths, trying to fill my lungs as much as possible. Hogan reaches down, gripping my sho
ulder and hurling me up. So much for not sending me back hurt. He shoves me against a wall, pressing his fingers into my skin and causing a strangled, pained gurgle to leave my throat.
“You find out who is stayin’ behind and who is goin’ for that ride. I want to know where Jackson and Spike are. I want to know when they plan on bein’ together, and I want to know how I can get in to kill the fuckers. I want the information in the next two weeks. You got me?”
“I...”
“Do you want that fuckin’ kid dead?” he hisses, lifting me off the wall, and slamming me backwards.
“I understand, I will do it,” I whisper.
“Good, get the fuck outta my club.”
I stumble forwards when he lets me go, and I hobble out of the club. I pass a few of the members, who grin at me and reach out. Slapping their hands away, I hurry towards the front gates. My head is spinning, my throat burns, and my heart aches. I don’t know how to escape this one. I feel like I’m trapped no matter what I do right now. Someone is going to get hurt. It doesn’t matter how I play it out. How do I choose who to hurt? I can’t, I can’t do it. I could warn Janine away, but if Hogan found out, he’d likely hunt her down and make it worse. Besides, she can’t just escape her husband, and her husband is tied closely with Hogan.
There’s no escape for her.
Jackson is the only option I have. I have to tell him. I have to crush him and break his heart. I have to betray him and make everything we shared seem like it was nothing but a big joke. He’s the only chance I have of keeping everyone safe. Jackson is smart enough to outsmart Hogan, and he’s good enough to end him and keep Janine and Ebony safe. But telling Jackson means I lose him. And if I lose him, I lose a part of myself.
Because he’s all I have left.
~*CHAPTER 13*~
JACKSON - 10 days later
“Someone is running drugs through town?” I say, lighting a cigarette and dropping my ass into my office chair.
Cade leans against the desk. “Yeah, it’s gotten worse. Someone is supplying them, I’ve been keeping a track on what’s going down in this town, and lately it’s on the increase.”