MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 9~ | SERENITY

~*CHAPTER 9*~

SERENITY

“ O h my god, Addi!” I laugh, taking another shot.

“You started it!” she giggles.

“You two are so feral!” Ciara says, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, you’re just jealous because you can’t drink,” Addison sings, taking another shot herself.

“Don’t remind me!”

We’re at the local bar, we ended up here after the party turned out to be a flop. We got rounds of tequila, which so far has ended with dancing on the tables, singing at the top of our lungs, and harassing poor, innocent men. I haven’t had so much fun in my entire life. I haven’t laughed so much, or felt so at home.

“Oh no!” Ciara suddenly gasps.

I turn towards her, and see her eyes are on the door. I turn, and see Jackson, Cade, and Spike glaring at us. I snort a laugh and turn back to them. “Uh oh, you girls are in deep shit!”

Addison laughs, but Ciara doesn’t. “My man looks mega pissed right now!”

I look at Spike, and his face is tight. Damn, he does look pissed. Cade’s expression is a little softer when he sees Addi is just drinking and causing no problems. Jackson’s face is unreadable, but his eyes are on me. Damn those eyes. Damn him!

“There you are!”

I turn to see one of the guys I was chatting to earlier. He’s handsome, young, and quite sweet. I throw him a grin. I can’t remember his name for the life of me, but I do recall promising him numerous dances.

“Here I am!”

“You disappeared on me earlier.”

I grin. “I was getting another drink!”

He grins, showing cute, round dimples. “You up for that dance?”

I nod, shrugging. “Sure!”

“She’s not fuckin’ goin’ anywhere with you!”

The voice comes from behind me, and it’s icy, angry, and damn sexy. Jackson. My male friend, I am pretty sure his name was Greg, or George, or maybe Gage, looks up and meets Jackson’s no doubt pissed gaze.

“Sorry man, is she yours?”

“No, I’m not,” I point out.

“She’s my property right now, and she ain’t available for anyone else. Now fuck off.”

I spin around, glaring at Jackson. “Excuse me?”

“Get outside,” he orders.

“Bite me!”

He growls and grips my arm, tugging me. Oh hell no! He is not going to go all caveman on me right now. I slap at his arm, but he doesn’t let me go. I give Addi a helpless stare as we walk past, but she simply laughs and waves, then wiggles her hips suggestively. Some help she is. Ciara and Spike have disappeared, so I can’t find them for help.

Jackson pulls me outside, and the cool air whips my face and makes the alcohol rush to my head. I sway a little, but he keeps tugging me through the bikes and cars until we reach his truck. He thrusts the door open, and barks. “Get in.”

“No.”

He spins on me, glaring. “Get in.”

“I said no.”

“Serenity, don’t play with me.”

I cross my arms and stomp my foot, glaring right back at him.

He growls again, leans down, and shoves me into the car. I stumble back into it enough for him to grip my legs and spin me around. Then he slams the door. He storms around the other side of the truck, opens the driver’s door, and gets in, turning to give me a glare. I gape at him, and then cross my arms angrily over my chest.

“Are you finished?” I cry.

“Not even close.”

“Jackson, you can’t just come in here and think you own me, because you don’t. I wanted you, and you kissed me and then decided I wasn’t good enough or...”

He spins quickly, his hand lashing out to grip my chin. Then his lips are on mine. They come as such a shock it takes me moment to respond. That moment doesn’t last long though, soon I’m kissing him back with full force, enjoying the taste of beer on his tongue, enjoying his hands tangling in my hair. My body takes a moment to react, it’s stiff with shock. When I finally realize that Jackson is actually kissing me, I groan and shuffle until I manage to maneuver myself over the seat and onto his lap. He groans as I straddle him, my legs opening and allowing full access under my very short dress.

“Too fuckin’ old,” he rasps, wrenching his mouth from mine.

“Not to me,” I whimper.

“Fuck.”

I kiss him again, stopping anymore words coming from his lips. Our mouths become frantic, our kisses become deep and hard. My lips feel swollen and bruised, but I keep pushing. My hands find the hem of his shirt, and I shove them up until my fingers are touching his abs. I’ve been so desperately wanting to touch him, wanting to feel the warm, hard flesh under my fingers. He growls, and his hand slides down between my legs. I groan loudly.

His fingers find my panties, and he gently runs them up and down. My pussy jerks to life, throbbing beneath his touch. He rubs gently for a second longer, before slipping my panties aside and finding my wet, hot flesh. A low, guttural moan escapes his lips as he begins to swirl his fingertip around my clit, causing it to harden. Bolts of pleasure shoot through my body, and I bury my face into his neck and groan.

“Wet darlin’, so wet.”

He slips one finger down to my entrance, and gently pushes it inside. It hurts. My one pathetic time was a solid four years ago now, and since then it’s only been me, and occasionally, my vibrator. I yelp into his shoulder, and he quickly removes his finger.

“Fuck!”

He grips my shoulder and pushes me back until we’re staring at each other.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

I swallow, and turn my face away from his. “No...I’m just...I’ve only done it once, and it lasted a second before it was over.”

There’s silence between us for a solid few minutes. Shit.

“I can’t do this,” he says, shaking his head and gently shoving me further off him.

“I want you to, Jackson. I’ve never wanted, or had the chance to want, anything in my life.”

“You’ve had one man, that wasn’t even considered a decent fuck. What if a decent man comes along, and you have the chance to basically share your real first time with him, and you’ve wasted it on me?” he protests, his voice rough with lust.

“In my life, that chance is rare, if I’m lucky. Besides,” I whisper. “How do you know you’re not that chance?”

“Serenity...”

I take his hand, sliding it back between my legs and running his finger up and down my damp panties. “Please...”

“Jesus,” he hisses.

“Jackson,” I murmur, leaning down to run my lips across his neck. He shudders. “Please?”

“Serenity...”

“Please.”

He sighs deeply. “I can’t be the one to ruin the beautiful innocence you’ve created.”

I rock my hips against his fingers, causing my ass to rub against his straining erection. “Jackson,” I rasp. “Please.”

“Fuck, fuck,” he curses.

He slips his fingers inside my panties once more, and I nearly melt with happiness. I couldn’t think of anyone I’d want more right now, than Jackson. He’s perfect, even if he doesn’t see it right now.

“So wet, and even then, I’m goin’ to hurt you. I’ve not done this with someone so, inexperienced, for a long time, darlin’.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I whisper, letting my eyes search his face.

“Baby, I will.”

He rubs gently over my clit, and I groan as the pleasure begins building again.

“Please,” I whimper. “Jackson...”

“Fuck, when you beg like that...”

He finds my entrance again, and slides a fingertip in; he moves it around gently before slipping his finger the entire way in. It burns a little, and I know this isn’t going to be some amazing moment that blows my world, but I want it all the same, and I want it with him.

“Oh god, Jackson,” I groan as he rubs his thumb over my clit.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet you’re goin’ to come before I even get my cock inside you.”

My body jerks at his words and my clit swells. I want to come. I’ve done this myself so many times, but I’ve never had a man do it. I’ve never had someone else’s finger bring me so much pleasure. Jackson rubs my clit harder, while his finger gently slides in and out of my pussy.

I come.

Hard.

“Oh god,” I cry out, shaking, jerking, and pinching Jackson’s skin with my fingernails.

“Jesus, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

I shudder and convulse until there’s nothing left, then I slump my head down onto his shoulder. He slides his fingers from my heat, and gently pulls my panties back.

“I ain’t fucking you here, darlin’.”

“I know,” I murmur into his skin.

“Well, you best get off my lap so we can go home.”

I move quickly, not wanting him to change his mind. I slip over into my seat, and pull my seat belt on. Jackson stares at me for the longest moment, I’m almost sure he’s waiting for me to change my mind, and then he turns the car on and drives us home.

Oh god.

Is this really happening?

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