MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 11~ | SERENITY

~*CHAPTER 11*~

SERENITY

“ C rispy 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 fingers 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.