Jackson (MC Sinners #7)

29 – Serenity

I 'm about to enter the compound when a voice halts me.

My arms are full of groceries for a cookout. As I turn, I spot a woman by the roadside, staring at me. She's blonde, skinny, with sunken cheeks and yellowing teeth—a user, no doubt.

She doesn’t seem dangerous.

“Can I help you?” I ask, puzzled.

“Damn right, you can help me, bitch .”

The second she speaks, I recognize her. This is Gabby. God, Hound had terrible taste. Walker wasn’t lying when he said we could take her easily. She looks like I could knock her down just by breathing on her. She definitely isn’t what I expected, and it makes sense to me now why he thought it was funny when we mentioned her.

“You’ve got some nerve,” I say, setting the groceries down. “Showing up at a biker club and threatening me.”

“Think I’m scared of them?” she barks.

She’s high as a kite—I can see it in her eyes.

“You should be,” I warn.

“You should be scared of me,” she retorts.

I snort. “You’re kidding, right?”

She pulls out a knife, rusty as hell, more concerning for tetanus than anything else. She waves it at me, and I step back. It’s not her I don’t trust, it’s getting even a scratch from that rusty thing. Yuck. I don’t even want to know where she found it.

“Scared now, aren’t you?”

“No,” I counter, lifting a brow. “Nice effort, though.”

“Bitch, I'll gut you like a fish.”

“Serenity, you good?” Spike calls from behind us.

Gabby turns his way, waving her knife.

“You know they've got guns, right?” I advise her. “That knife won’t get you far.”

She swipes at me; I lean back, avoiding it.

She’s really testing my patience now.

“Try that again,” I warn.

“Serenity, should I call Jacks?” Spike shouts. “Or just shoot her?”

This one's mine.

I’m done being pushed around.

“I’ll rip your eyes out,” Gabby seethes. “You took the only thing I ever loved.”

I snort. “Doubt it's the only thing. Bet the glass pipe ranks high...”

She lunges at me; I easily shove her off. She stumbles, struggling from her high. Her arms flail around as she gains her balance, and then she shoots a glare at me so intense that I should be scared, but I’m not. Then, the bitch turns and starts her escape.

“I’ll come back and kill you and everyone you love,” she yells.

Then she bolts, like a fucking gazelle, bounding away.

“Oh no,” I growl. “Not happening.”

I start after her, hobbling more than running, thanks to a moon boot, but she’s sluggish so I don’t imagine she’ll be hard to catch. Still, I don’t want to risk hurting my foot even further, but I’m not willing to let this one get away.

Not this time.

Spike yells my name, but I don’t stop.

Fuming, I chase Gabby down, determined. I’ve had enough. She’s not ruining my life today. I catch up as she turns to curse me, and I slam into her. We crash into the dirt, me pinning her. My hands clamp around her throat as I yell, “Don’t threaten my club. You think I’m scared? I could have the cops shut your drug-dealing down in seconds. Your move—back off or get cozy in prison.”

She squirms, clawing at my arms.

Fuck me, I don’t even want to know where those nails have been.

“Screw you, bitch,” she screams.

“Decide,” I roar, lifting her before slamming her head back down. “Or I’ll decide for you.”

“Serenity!”

Jackson’s voice comes from behind me, then he’s pulling me off Gabby. I’m panting, furious. Spike appears and takes hold of her, pinning her arms behind her. She spits venom before going quiet, our eyes lock. She’s challenging me, but I can see she’s weary now. Not as confident as she was before.

“Make a choice,” I order. “Or disappear. Your call.”

Her gaze flicks to Jackson, and she stiffens at whatever she sees.

“You killed him,” she snarls.

“No, Walker did. Go see him, I’m sure he’d love a visit. Now walk, or we’ll handle you our way.”

She struggles for a second, then relents. “Fine,” she slurs. “I’m leaving.”

Spike lets her go. She shoots him a glare and storms off.

“Gabby!” I call.

She stops without turning.

“Come back, and I’ll fucking handle you myself. Stay away from my family.”

She huffs and continues.

Jackson releases me, looking both angry and impressed. “Where’d my sweet girl go?”

I grin. “Tired of taking everyone’s crap.”

“Had me worried,” Spike chuckles. “Nice one, Serenity.”

Jackson smirks, leans in. “Let’s see that side when you’re naked.”

“Deal,” I smirk back.

He hauls me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the club.

Can’t wait to take him up on that offer.

LEANING BACK, MY FINGERS dig into Jackson’s large shoulders as I ride him, rocking back and forth on his cock, which is so hard inside me I can feel it stretching me in the most incredible way. His hands are tied firmly behind his back, and I have all the control.

I stop and start, teasing and taunting, running my tongue over his lips and loving it when he curses at me.

“If you stop now,” he growls, “I might just fuckin’ lose it.”

His body is tense, and I know he’s close.

I’ve been working him for a good twenty minutes, just rolling my hips, letting my pussy clench and unclench around him.

“I haven’t decided if I’m going to let you cum yet,” I tease lightly, running my tongue over his bottom lip. “What do you think?”

“Careful, darlin’,” he warns. “I’m a patient man, but I’m not that understanding.”

“What are you going to do to me if I don’t let you cum?”

I slide up his cock, then slowly inch down, little by little, loving the hiss that escapes from his lips.

“I’ll tie you down, and I’ll lick that sweet cunt until you’re gasping my name, then I’ll turn and leave the room and watch you squirm.”

“Careful, you’re the one tied up right now.”

He moans deeply when I twist my hips.

“Baby, stop playin’.”

“Never.”

I decide it’s time to let him find his release, and of course my own. Locking my lips over his, I kiss him deeply as I fuck him harder. He tugs at his restraints, growling against my mouth, and I know how good this feels for him because it feels just as good for me.

“Jacks,” I gasp, throwing my head back and crying out as my body shakes and I nearly lose my footing, my legs trembling so violently.

He follows along behind me, a feral hiss escaping his lips followed by a deep, guttural moan.

God yes.

Once we’ve both stopped trembling, I swipe a piece of his damp hair from his forehead, tucking it behind his ear. “Maybe I should go join the cookout and leave you here.”

He growls, baring his teeth. “Be careful, baby, don’t poke the bear.”

I swirl my hips. “Are you scared someone will come in here and take what’s mine?”

“Not even close.”

Reaching behind him, I slide my hands down his arms and undo the ropes. The second he’s free, his arms circle me, and he pulls me close, pressing my breasts against his chest and closing his mouth over mine. He kisses me with deep connection, making me melt into him. Gosh, I could stay here forever.

In his arms.

“We should join everyone else,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to his cheek. “Or we could go for round two?”

“Better not, sweetheart.”

We get dressed and head out to the fire where everyone is sitting. Bikers linger around, and half-dressed women throw themselves at them. There is always someone willing to do whatever it takes to become an Old Lady. They’re dreaming if they think these men will ever lay claim to them. The only thing they’ll lay on them is their cocks.

“I can’t believe you used to enjoy these women,” I tease Jackson as we walk past them.

“Baby, when you’re alone, you take what’s easy. Never thought I was going to find you.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky you did.”

He grins.

“There you two are,” Ciara yells out when we approach. “God, I’ve never seen two people have so much sex.”

“Ciara!” Addison scoffs. “I swear to the almighty if you continue mentioning my father having sex, I’m going to come over there and throw you in the dirt.”

Ciara throws a grin in her direction. “Try it. I love a good scuffle. Not as much as our Serenity, though.”

I roll my eyes. “I was done with the drama.”

“Girl, that woman is probably traumatized for life after your little show,” Ciara giggles.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” I wave a hand. “A little head wound, nothing major.”

“You’ve got a savage side,” Spike grins. “I like it.”

“Me too,” Jackson murmurs, sitting down beside me.

“So what now?” Addison asks, crossing her legs. “I feel bored when we don’t have an abundance of drama to deal with.”

“We should do that vacation,” Janine points out. “I could use one before I’m a full-time mom to two.”

“I say a cruise,” Ciara claps her hands. “I could have fun on one of those.”

“Fuck no,” Spike mutters. “Those are a cesspool of fucking sickness.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, bestie,” Addison smiles, her voice light. “We could have so much fun on one of those. Imagine all the dancing, alcohol, and sunbathing...”

Ciara sighs. “Oh yes. I could use that kind of freedom. And the kids’ club, nobody forget the kids’ club.”

I grin. “That sounds like heaven but give me a bit longer to enjoy my daughter again before we go throwing her into a kids’ club. Right now, a beach and cocktails would do me just fine.”

“Just hold the tail,” Jackson teases.

It takes me a minute to get what he’s saying. Cocktail. Hold the tail. Animal.

“Gross, father,” Addison scoffs.

“I could do a beach,” Janine nods. “A nice house sitting right on one could work.”

“Let’s make it a plan,” Muff agrees, wrapping his arm around Janine.

“I’m in,” Addison shrugs.

“Of course you’re in, you will do anything to sunbathe,” Cade murmurs into her ear, grinning.

“You know it, baby.”

“Let’s do it then,” I say. “We can book a big house and go for a week. We all need it.”

“When does Walker get out?” Addison questions. “He deserves a holiday for all he has done.”

“Not for a while,” Jackson answers. “It’ll take a bit, but we’re confident he’ll walk.”

“I’ll be glad when he does,” I admit. “Even happier when he’s part of the club and getting his life back on track.”

“Amen to that,” Ciara nods. “Now, let’s drink while the kids are asleep and we’re finally alone without someone trying to kill us.”

We all take a drink from the cooler and hold them into the air as I say, “Here’s to no more drama, death, prisons, or people with a vendetta against us.”

They all clink their glasses, and the cool night fills with the words, “Hear hear!”

Jackson puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, nuzzling my hair. “I’m fuckin’ glad you’re back, pixie. The world wasn’t spinnin’ quite right without you.”

“Aww,” I say, turning in and pressing my lips to his. “Love you, old man.”

He bites my bottom lip, and I giggle.

“Seriously, you two. Gross,” Addison yells out. “I’m going to need therapy.”

Jackson and I grin.

Finally, everyone is right where they need to be.

Happy and free.