Jackson (MC Sinners #7)

8– Jackson

“ H ow are we goin’ to clear her name?” Spike asks, rolling a joint and lighting it, then inhaling before passing it to me.

I take it, filling my lungs with the woody taste of marijuana. I need something to take the edge off. That was way too fucking close yesterday. If those cops had caught us, we would be in a very different situation right now. I can only hope those fuckers didn’t get a look at our faces.

“I’m goin’ to use Hound.”

Spike’s brows raise as I pass the joint to Cade, who shakes his head. “Fuck that. I’ll get my own. Love you guys, but not that fuckin’ much.”

I chuckle, taking another deep inhale before handing it to Spike, who is unbothered that it has been near my mouth.

“How are you goin’ to use Hound?” Spike questions.

“He got out, too, which could work in our favor because we can say he captured her and took her out in an attempt to get revenge.”

Cade’s lips purse, and then he nods. “It’s not a bad fuckin’ idea. Once we have Gerard where we want him, we can set Hound up for takin’ Serenity. Then, we just need to get someone on our side to make sure nobody asks questions.”

“Got someone who owes me,” I mutter, crossing my arms. “He’ll make sure she gets away with it, especially if we frame Hound and Gerard.”

“Well, it’s a fuckin’ plan, at least.” Spike shrugs, kicking the dirt with his boot before pushing off the truck we’re leaning against. “Don’t want to be stuck out here for weeks, we need to get this shit happening.”

“Ciara is already on it,” I tell him, straightening. “She is goin’ to get Halo to start posting tonight. Once that happens, we’ll find that fucker and finish this.”

“You think the cops will find Hound?” Cade questions. “If they get him before we do, that plan won’t work.”

“Not worried about it,” I answer. “Hound is smart, he won’t come out of hiding until he thinks he can get away with it.”

That fucker is going to wish he never laid hands on my woman.

“What could possibly go wrong?” Spike grins, and then he tosses the smoked joint onto the ground before strolling toward the house.

“You think we can pull this off?” Cade asks.

I nod. “I’ll fuckin’ make sure we do.”

I have to. For Serenity’s sake.

Walking toward the old shit house that we’re staying in, I make my way toward the room where I know Serenity is sleeping. She hasn’t had a great deal of it, especially when she was locked up, so she’s taking the chance to catch up on it now.

Pushing the door open, I stare at her curled up on the bed. She is on her side with her legs tucked up and her hands beneath her face. Her hair is flowing over her shoulders, and when she lies like that, she looks so fucking fragile, but I know she’s anything but. She might be tiny, but my girl is strong.

Stopping by the bed, I stare down, my cock jumping to life as my eyes graze over her round breasts and perfect backside. She’s wearing one of my shirts and a pair of tiny white panties. It’s enough to have everything inside me roaring with need. I need more of her, and I’m going to take it.

Being without her is not something I dealt well with.

I’m going to take as much as I can while she’s here alone with me.

Starting right now.

MY HAND CURLS AROUND my cock as I slide my fingers down her body, slowly waking her from sleep. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open as my hand runs over the curve of her breast and down her side until I’m cupping her bottom. She moans as she rolls to her back and looks up at me, the sleepy expression on her face making me want her more.

“Oh,” she whispers, staring at my hard cock as I stroke it. “Well, hello.”

“You look like a fuckin’ angel when you sleep, pixie. I need you again.”

Her cheeks grow red as she pushes up, reaching over and running her fingers down my bare stomach.

“I need you, too.”

That’s all she needs to tell me.

I move, bringing my body down over hers without hesitation. Her legs spread as she accommodates me, and her fingers move up to my hair where she tries to run them through, but they get stuck.

“One day, you’ll let me brush this,” she teases, lightly.

“Not likely, darlin’.”

A small smile tugs her lips as she pushes up, pressing her lips to mine. She kisses me, soft and sweet, and within seconds, her tongue is doing dangerous things to mine. A growl escapes my lips as I kiss her back, reaching down between us so I can shove her panties to the side.

Her pussy is warm beneath the soft fabric, and I know she’s ready for me. She wants me as much as I want her. The kiss becomes hungry as I take my cock, guiding it to her entrance, pushing inside. Her little gasp against my mouth has me growling with pure, raw pleasure. Fuck I love her. I love her more than I’ll ever have words for.

“Fuck me,” she pleads. “Please, Jackson. Fuck me hard.”

She knows I love it when she begs.

“Beg me some more,” I growl, slowly dragging my cock out, relishing in the way her pussy grips my cock, as if she’s trying to stop me.

“Please,” she moans, fingers sliding down my back. “Please fuck me.”

“How hard?” I rasp.

“Hard. So fucking hard I can’t scream your name because my voice is stuck in my throat.”

God dammit.

“So fuckin’ dirty, baby,” I hiss.

“I want you so bad,” she mewls. “God, I want you.”

Fuck. If she keeps that up, I’ll never be able to hang on.

Her pussy grips my cock as I slide it in and out, rocking my hips, loving the way her legs spread wide around me as she takes every hard inch of me. Her fingers glide down my back as I fuck her, and her moans of pleasure are enough to send me over the edge.

My mouth finds hers and pleasure explodes inside me, making my back arch and my dick jump.

“So fuckin’ sweet, darlin’, so fuckin’ wet.”

“I’m close,” she gasps against my lips. “Jackson ...”

“Cum for me baby, scream my name.”

She does just that, her legs shaking, her back arching, her tits pressing into my chest as she finds her release, screaming my name just like I asked. My good girl. My good, sweet girl. My hips move harder, faster, until I’m slapping against her and my jaw is tight.

I can’t hold on, and with a ragged growl, I cum inside her.

She whimpers, her eyes locking with mine. I can see the pleasure in her gaze, and it makes my heart fucking swell.

“You know—” she smiles up at me, a cheeky glint in her eye “—for an old man, you’re still not half bad.”

I bite her shoulder, and she squeals, slapping my back. “Ouch!”

“Might be old, baby, but have no doubt that I will be fucking you until the day I die.”

“It just might get a little slower,” she teases lightly, her eyes shimmering with mischief.

“Be careful, pixie, I might be old, but my cock can do things to you that you’ll wish it didn’t. I can have you hobbling around this house all day aching from how hard I fuck you.”

Her cheeks grow red. “I might like that ...”

My dick twitches inside her, already coming back to life. Her eyes widen, and she giggles. “Well then, I guess he agrees.”

Grinning, I lean down and kiss her.

Then, I fuck her again.

Just for good measure.