MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 14~ | SERENITY

~*CHAPTER 14*~

SERENITY

“ Y o’ princess!”

I’m up in my room two nights later, trying to find something to wear to the bar later to meet with Ciara, when I hear Muff yelling out from downstairs. I drop the dress I was holding, the one that Addi so kindly purchased for me after I arrived with nothing, and head downstairs. I see Muff standing at the bottom of the stairs with a case of beer, a pizza, and a grin. I can’t help but smile, he’s just so hard not to like.

“Hey Muff,” I grin.

“Thought you might be up for a beer? I wanted to see the boss man, but he’s not here, so I figured I’d wait with you.”

I nod, happy to have some company until Jackson gets home, I’ve got a few hours before Ciara is expecting Addison and I. “Sure, come on in and sit.”

We head into the lounge and sit down. Muff drops the pizza box onto the table, shrugs off his jacket, and then tosses me a beer. I pop the top, and take a mouthful of the cool, crisp liquid.

“So, how you settlin’ in?”

I shrug. “As well as I can. I feel like I’m intruding sometimes, but they’ve all been so nice to me.”

“Yeah, we’re not a bad bunch.”

I laugh, and he winks.

“No,” I say, taking another sip of beer and crossing my legs. “You’re certainly not.”

“You figured out where you’re gonna go after this?”

I shake my head, feeling my chest tighten. I quickly shove it down; I don’t want to feel guilt right now. Just for a moment, I want to feel nothing but normal.

“No, I will stay here as long as they’ll have me, and then I’ll figure something out.”

He smiles. “Jack’s ain’t gettin’ rid of you anytime soon, he’s crazy about you.”

I flush. “Why would you think that?”

He chuckles, showing me a gorgeous set of dimples. “’Coz he gazes at you like a fuckin’ love sick puppy.”

I laugh. “He does not.”

“He fuckin’ does so. I’ve seen enough of Jack’s to know when he’s not just lustin’.”

“Well, I like him, too,” I beam.

“So, did he take you home and give you a rundown on threesomes the other night,” he winks.

I groan. “I can’t believe you and Addi did that to me!”

Muff laughs. “It was funny, the look on your face.”

“You know you’ve sparked his interest now, don’t you?”

“I believe I sparked yours, too.”

I flush and look away. “No!”

“You like the idea, don’t you princess?”

I quickly shake my head. “Dream on, handsome.”

He laughs. “Don’t be ashamed, it ain’t a bad thing to think about out.”

“I know that, but I shouldn’t really be thinking about it. I’m so inexperienced.”

“I’m sure Jack’s will sort that out for you.”

I giggle. “Ha, I’m sure!”

“Besides, just ‘coz your inexperienced don’t mean you can’t have a fantasy.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I just never thought I’d even like the sound of something like that until...”

“You saw it?” he grins.

“Yeah, until I saw it. If I wasn’t hurt, I’m sure I would have melted on the floor.”

He laughs loudly, and wraps an arm around me. “That would have been a sight.”

I smile, and nestle into him. Muff is a really good person; it makes me wonder why he’s alone.

“What about you, Muff? Any special lady?”

He snorts. “Nah, none yet.”

“That’s a shame; I would have thought you would have been snapped up right away.”

He guffaws. “Aw, princess, you’re givin’ me a big head.”

“Well, I hope she comes along real soon.”

“Yeah, but if not, I’ll just stick to sharin’ the good ones. If Jackson decides to share you, give me a call, yeah?”

I laugh, but I feel my body heat. What would it be like to be wedged between Jackson and Muff? I shudder, and Muff chuckles.

“Damn, you really are curious!”

“Curious about what?”

We both spin to see Jackson standing at the door, looking suspiciously at us. Muff grins at him, completely unawares. “She’s curious about threesomes.”

“Muff!” I cry. “I did not say that.”

Jackson’s gaze turns to liquid fire, and I swallow. Oh. God.

“Still baby?”

“I...I...never...I need another beer.”

I stand quickly, suddenly feeling both their eyes on me. What a fool I am, actually showing Muff a reaction to the thought of him and Jackson. I couldn’t actually sleep with two men; it would make me...dirty. Wouldn’t it? I mean, it’s not every day a normal, innocent girl gets into bed with two men. I don’t want to have that reputation, I don’t want people to talk...God, why am I trying to convince myself that this is a bad idea? I shouldn’t even be thinking about it to begin with.

I feel a set of hands touch my hips, and I realize I’m gripping the kitchen counter instead of getting a beer. I feel Jackson’s lips graze across my ear. “You never told me you actually thought about a threesome, I thought you were just curious...”

“I never...I never said...I just...”

“Baby, it ain’t a bad thing.”

God.

I shove out of his arms, and find another beer before hurrying back into the living room, and sitting on the single couch across from Muff. He’s grinning at me. Seriously. Grinning. Evil man. I give him the eye, and he winks at me.

W.A.N.K.E.R

Jackson walks in with a beer, and sits on the couch beside Muff. Fuck them, why are they looking at me like that?

“So,” I say, trying to clear the lump from my throat. “Did you get everything sorted at the club?”

Jackson grins. “Club business, baby.”

“Right, it’s none of mine. Got it. Who’s hungry?”

I reach over, gripping the pizza box and pulling out a slice. I sit back, and watch as the two men grin, but reach over and take a slice each. I eat my pizza, and drink my beer in super time. My head begins feeling a little fuzzy, so I have another one, and another one. Jackson, Muff, and I talk about everything. Muff tells me about his family, Jackson talks about meeting Addison again for the first time, which has me curious.

“What about her mom?”

Jackson tenses. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Jackson loved Addison’s mom. I don’t know a lot about the situation, but I know Addison’s mom died recently after an overdose. I also know she was a whore.

“I thought she was something she wasn’t, and it ended badly. She ran off with Addison, and I didn’t hear another word about her until she died.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling awful for him. “Did you love her?”

Jackson looks shocked that I’d ask something like this. Does he think I’d be jealous of a dead woman? God, he’s so wrong.

“I did, I thought she was it, and then I found out she’d been lying. I can deal with a lot; I can’t deal with fuckin’ liars.”

My heart stops beating.

I’m almost sure of it.

I struggle to breathe, and my vision wavers. Liars. He hates liars. I’m a liar, and when he finds out, he’ll hate me. I will lose him. I’ve known it from the moment we started this, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to that. I press my beer to my mouth, and I swallow over and over until I choke. Jackson shakes his head, and gets off the couch to rub my back furiously.

“Slow down there darlin’, you ok?”

I look up into those green eyes, and I lose a piece of myself. I’m falling in love with him. This isn’t just sex. It’s an attraction that has buried itself deep into my soul, and I can’t get it back out. I feel a tear slide down my cheek, and Jackson leans forward, swiping it away with his thumb.

“Hey,” he says, gently. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s...” I have to lie. I have to figure this out once and for all, but tonight, I just want to forget it. I don’t want to think. For one moment I just want it to go away. “I just can’t imagine how much it must have hurt.”

He smiles weakly. “It’s in the past.”

I nod, and look past him to see Muff just watching us. My heart skitters. Curiosity burns deep inside me. I have wanted to ask a question for a long time, ever since I saw the two having sex with Kayla, but I’m afraid of the answer. Now seems like the perfect time to change the subject.

“Do you think Kayla is a whore?” I whisper.

Jackson reels back, shocked. “What?”

“A whore, do you think she’s a whore. Is that why you both fuck her at the same time?”

Jackson shakes his head. “Kayla is a whore, because she’s had every biker in my club. She isn’t a whore because she likes a threesome.”

“If she hadn’t had any of the guys, would you think she was a whore if she...if she...wanted it?”

Muff clues on before Jackson, and his eyes grow heavy with lust. He sets his beer down, and he stands.

“No,” Jackson says. “I wouldn’t think that. Ain’t nothing wrong with enjoying something in private. If she did it on a pool table, in the middle of a crowded club, then yeah, I’d think she was a whore. Plenty of people have kinks they like, darlin’, it don’t make them slutty. Why?”

“Jack’s,” Muff rasps. “You’re so fuckin’ slow.”

Jackson turns, staring at Muff walking towards us.

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

“She’s askin’, because she wants it, but she’s scared of bein’ considered a whore.”

Jackson jerks, and turns his eyes back to mine. “You...you want a threesome?”

“I...” I stare at Muff, then back at him. “I am curious, but I’m just...I’m not sure about any of it. I saw you two that night, and it played on my mind a little. I wondered what it would be like to be in Kayla’s position. I’m not sure I could be hardcore about it, god, I’ve never even given a head job in my life and...”

Both men growl. My cheeks heat.

“You can take it easy, or take it hard. There ain’t no rules, darlin’,” Jackson rasps.

Muff stops beside Jackson, and I stare up at the two of them. They’re so big when I’m down here, so powerful, so manly.

“I’m afraid, what if...what if I changed my mind?”

“You say stop,” Muff growls. “We stop. Simple.”

“And what if...what if someone found out...”

Jackson shakes his head. “Muff talks, I kill him. I won’t say a word. No one will know about this, but I will say this...I’m only doin’ it once. Serenity, you’re mine, and I won’t get into a habit of sharing you.”

My knees wobble, even though I’m sitting down.

I’m his.

I’m. His.

I lick my bottom lip, wondering if the alcohol is making this choice for me, or if it’s something I actually want. I have to admit to myself, that I’ve always been somewhat of a sexual person. I might not have experience, but I have always snuck erotic books into my room and read them over and over, relishing in the dirty, sexy scenes. I’ve always been curious about a ménage, and while it’s a lifestyle I know I couldn’t live, I would like to...try it.

“I want to,” I swallow. “I want to try.”

Jackson’s eyes flare, and Muff makes a throaty sound.

“You sure, darlin’?” Jackson rasps.

“Yes, I want to try. But...if I say stop...”

“You know I’ll stop,” Jackson assures me.

“Me too,” Muff adds.

“And it’s only once.”

They both nod.

“I mean it.”

They both nod again.

I begin to shit myself. Oh god, am I really doing this? I press the beer to my lips again, but Jackson reaches down, taking it from my hand and placing it on the table beside me. Then he takes my hand and pulls me into a standing position.

“Slowly, yeah?”

I nod, only to realize he’s talking to Muff. I flinch when he pulls me into his arms, running his hand down the side of my face. I feel another hand then, Muff’s hand, sliding over my shoulder, caressing my skin with the lightest touch. I shiver. Jackson takes my face, and tilts it to the side, before bringing his face down to kiss me, deep and hard.

I kiss him back, but I know the moment Muff presses himself up against my back, his erection pressing into my bottom. He lowers his head, and drags his lips across my shoulders. I panic a little, when I realize I’m squashed between two men. I yelp and jump, and both men move quickly away. I’m panting, and trembling.

“Hey,” Jackson says gently, reaching out. “You say no, we stop this.”

Muff nods in agreement, though his light blue eyes are wild with desire.

“I...I...I’m just overwhelmed.”

“We’ll go slower.”

I shake my head, “No...no...I want to. I do.”

I walk towards Jackson, and he captures me as soon as I reach him. He pulls me into his arms, and he spins me around so my back is pressed against his chest. He runs his hands down the side of my body until he finds my hips, then he grips them gently, and leans down to kiss my shoulders.

Muff walks closer, his handsome face tight with want. I feel my body beginning to warm to Jackson’s kisses. When Muff reaches me, his hand stretches out to stroke down my cheek. I tremble as he leans closer, bringing his lips down to mine. The moment they touch, I begin to tremble harder. Jackson is soothing me with words I can’t understand. Muff continues to kiss me; his mouth is gentle, not as rough and primal as Jackson’s.

When he parts my lips with his tongue, I groan and grip Jackson’s hands that are on my hips, but are slowly dancing up my stomach to my breasts. Muff is a great kisser, very skilled with his lips. He doesn’t give me the sparks of want Jackson gives me, but he’s certainly got my body coming to life. I groan when Jackson grazes his fingers across my hard nipples, gently flicking them before he grips my shirt.

I pull away from Muff, panting, and rasp, “Should we be doing this here?”

“No,” Jackson husks. “We shouldn’t.”

“Come on, princess,” Muff says, his voice thick.

He leads me up the stairs, and I hear Jackson locking the door before following us up. We get to Jackson’s room, and I turn as soon as I am in. Both men grip their shirts, and pull them up and over their heads. I feel my body heat with lust. Jackson is tall, dark and handsome. His body is large, heavily muscled and covered in tattoos. Muff is equally as muscled, but his skin is fairer, and his body is covered in tattoos that are so colorful, it almost hurts to look at. They are quite fascinating.

Both men stalk towards me, and I feel so tiny under their gazes. Jackson reaches me first, and he takes hold of my shirt, lifting it slowly over my head. Muff lowers himself to his knees, and my heart begins thumping wildly. He grips my shorts, and gently lowers them. I comply, slowly stepping out of them while allowing Jackson to undo my bra. When I’m fully naked, I realize I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. My skin tingles, and it takes everything inside me not to cover everything up and run.

Muff reaches around, cupping my ass in his hand, and pulling my body towards his mouth. I whimper.

“W-w-w-what is he doing?”

Jackson grins, stroking his finger over my nipple. “He’s doing what he does best. I can fuck you in many different ways that he could probably never imagine up, but when it comes to licking your pussy baby, he’s going to make you scream.”

I stare down at Muff, who is staring up at me with eyes so dark with lust, it makes me break out in little tiny goosebumps.

“You know this is my favorite part of a woman,” he grins lazily. “And princess, you are real pretty down here.”

My knees wobble again.

Jackson grips a chair and drags it over behind me, then he sits on it and pulls me down onto his lap. He gently reaches out, and presses his hand to my chest, pushing me back until I’m lying over him, my head back on his shoulder, my breasts in the air, and my pussy right where Muff wants it. Jackson runs his hands down my side, and his lips find my ear.

“I got you. I’m right here, baby.”

I nod, and close my eyes as he begins kissing my neck. His fingers go down and find my nipples. He begins gently rolling them, paying attention to every, tiny flick that has my body arching for more. I feel Muff pressing his hands to my knees, and spreading them. Then his hand goes under my hips, and he tilts them up on a small angle. I feel his breath on my exposed pussy before I feel his mouth.

But I don’t miss his mouth.

Holy fuck.

Holy. Fuck.

I can’t say I’m experienced, I’ve only felt Jackson’s tongue down there, and I thought that was to die for. I was wrong. Muff has skill. There’s no denying it. He goes in, and he goes in hard. His tongue is strong, skilled, and damn, I don’t want it to stop. A feral groan leaves my lips as he flicks the tip of my clit quickly, before sucking it into his mouth, and then suddenly, he’s back to flicking. He’s like a damned vibrator. It’s as though he’s changing settings.

He does that until I’m crying out, forgetting where I am, and then he stops. I jerk my head up from Jackson’s shoulder, but Jackson presses a hand to my forehead, putting it back down as if to tell me I need patience. I whimper helplessly as Muff blows on my throbbing clit, and then he leans down, and he bites it. I scream. I scream so loud I can’t hear anything else but the sounds of my own, pleasure induced breakdown.

The pleasure and pain. The mix is mind blowing. I reach down, gripping Jackson’s thighs and digging my nails in. He tweaks my nipples harder, only increasing my pleasure. Muff continues on his little attack, by licking me as if I’m a damned ice cream. His tongue flattens out, and he licks up and down in big, god damned pleasurable, strokes. I am arching, I am whimpering, I am begging, and I don’t care.

Muff’s fingers find my entrance, and he gently slides one inside me just as he uses his other finger to flick my clit. He does this three times, and the pain surges through me, before being quickly replaced with pleasure as he closes his mouth over my clit again, and sucks it in, hard. He sucks, and he sucks, until I’m bucking in Jackson’s lap and begging him to just stop.

Then he removes his finger, and his tongue slides down lower before thrusting inside of me.

Oh.

My.

God.

I come so hard I see stars. My head spins and I don’t even realize how loud I’m screaming until Jackson’s hand comes over my mouth gently. He rasps into my ear, “Fuck, baby, hush.”

Then Muff’s tongue is gone, and I’m being flipped over on Jackson’s lap. He brings my lips down over his, and he kisses me so hard those stars keep on coming. When he wrenches his mouth from mine, we’re all ready to rip each other’s close off, and get on with it. Well, at least I know I am.

“I’ve had your sweet pussy,” Jackson growls. “And I’d love to be greedy and take it first again, but,” he runs a finger around my lips. “I want to be the first here.”

I shudder as he stands, taking me with him, then he deposits me on the bed, flat on my belly. I moan as he runs a hand down my back, making my body quiver. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper, before I hear Jackson say something to Muff that comes out as a blurred mumble. Then Jackson is in front of me, naked and hard, gently propping me up on my hands and knees.

“Easiest way, baby.”

He presses his back against the head board, and then takes my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks, staring into my eyes for long moments before gently tugging my hair.

Oh. Jesus.

I love a dominant man.

I lower my mouth until the head of his cock is pressing against my lips. I snake my tongue out, touching it, tasting it, feeling the silky soft skin caressing my lips. I’ve never done this. I have no idea how to do it, but I’m going to go with what I’ve read about, or seen on television when the guys at the compound were watching porn. I open my mouth, and I sink down onto him, taking him as deep as I possibly can. I must be doing something right, because he lets out a guttural moan, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

“You ready, princess?” I hear Muff murmur, and then he’s behind me, pressing against my entrance.

I can feel my own arousal on my dampened thighs. I nod, and I feel Muff press in. He doesn’t stretch me the way Jackson does, which makes me think he’s thinner. He’s not small though, and I feel a bite of pain as he slowly sinks into me. I open my mouth, and a gurgled sound comes out. Jackson slips his thumb into the side of my mouth, and I slide my tongue across it. He growls, I mewl, and Muff hisses.

Then Muff begins to move, and my whole world spins. I find it hard to keep a tight grip around Jackson’s cock, because my moans are too heavy. Muff doesn’t feel like Jackson in this department, Jackson far outweighs Muff in skill level when it comes to sex, but I’m so aroused, so excited, that even the slightest touch makes my entire body shake. It feels so damned good.

I close my eyes, and focus on Jackson’s cock as Muff begins thrusting his hips gently in and out, muttering something about ‘so fuckin’ tight’. I move my hand up to find Jackson’s tight balls, and I gently massage them, feeling the soft skin against my palm. He groans, and rasps my name, before thrusting his hips up into my mouth further. Muff picks up the pace behind me, and I can hear his skin slapping mine as we all move.

We just flow.

Before I can come, Jackson is pulling his cock out of me, and moving from underneath me. I mewl desperately, but as if it’s an unspoken rule, Muff pulls out, and takes Jackson’s place on the bed. He lies down, pulling me over top of him. His eyes are lusty; his mouth is tight with need. Jackson shifts behind me now, and it’s then I realize what they’re going to do. This is it, the moment I’ve been fantasizing about. I shudder as Muff takes my hips, gently lowering me back down onto his cock.

I whimper.

Jackson is behind me then, his hand flattening out over my back and gently pushing me down further, so my chest is pressing against Muff’s chest. I drop my head into his shoulder, and just relish in the sensations washing through me. I snake my tongue out, and taste the salty sheen on Muff’s skin. He shudders, tangling his hands into my hair, and tilting my face to take my lips in a deep, delicious kiss.

“Jackson,” I whimper, pulling my lips from Muff’s.

“Right here baby, you’re ok.”

I feel some cold lube against my entrance, and Jackson uses his cock to rub it up and down, spreading it. Then he moves it away and presses a finger inside, gently. I groan, and Muff grips my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are lusty, and he looks incredibly handsome like this. I reach over, and let my fingers glide through his thick hair. Jackson continues to stretch me, and I groan, shaking my head from side to side.

“You’re ok, baby,” he murmurs from behind me.

I squirm as Muff gently thrusts his hips upwards, causing a little bolt of pleasure to shoot through my body.

“Think I can make you come like this?” he murmurs, running a finger over my swollen lips.

“Do it,” Jackson rasps. “Loosen her up.”

Muff grins, and moves his hands down, gripping my hips and gently rocking me. Jackson’s fingers fill me from behind, gently thrusting in and out as Muff pumps his cock up inside me, deeper, harder. I feel my eyes roll a touch, and I drop my head down onto Muff’s chest, finding his nipple. He growls when I pull it into my mouth, gently sucking.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groans. “Keep doin’ that princess, and this is goin’ to be over before it begins.”

I bite down gently, and he bucks his hips harder. My body swells with pleasure, and Jackson’s fingers begin stretching and thrusting at the same pace Muff’s hips are bucking. My clit swells, and my body tenses. God, it feels so good.

“Oh...god...” I whimper, running my fingers down Muff’s sides.

“You know what to do, Jackson...” Muff grinds out. “She’s fuckin’ ready. Sweet pussy is squeezing’ my cock like a vice...fuck.”

Jackson reaches underneath me, finds my clit, and gently flicks it. Muff thrusts his hips once more and I come. My fingernails drag harder down Muff’s sides, drawing blood. I can feel the warmth on my fingertips. I don’t care. God, I don’t care. I scream out his name, and then Jackson’s, and my body trembles violently.

“She’s ready,” Jackson growls, sliding his fingers from my ass, and replacing them with his cock.

Oh god.

Oh my.

He gently begins pressing in, while my body is still shaking. It feels so much tighter like this, as though Jackson is struggling to fit. I groan, and Muff reaches up, stroking his fingers through my hair.

“It’s alright, princess. Just breathe.”

I try to, but the sensation of being over-filled is quite intense. Jackson pushes in further, gently rubbing my back as he goes. He’s being so sweet about it, so slow. I know when he’s about half way in, because the tight feeling intensifies. Muff begins to rock his hips gently, and I cry out loudly. Holy shit. The feeling is out of this world, I feel so full, and having two bodies crushed against me is an intense, beautiful feeling.

“God,” Jackson rasps. “Fuck.”

“I’m hearin’ ya,” Muff groans. “She’s so fuckin’ tight.”

Jackson pushes in further, and when he’s finally sheathed, he begins to move gently.

My mind spins.

Holy sweet fucking mother of everything holy.

It feels amazing.

And crazy.

Jackson thrusts just as Muff is pulling out, and Muff thrusts just as Jackson is pulling out. Perfect timing. Perfect Rhythm. It’s just perfect. So achingly perfect. I gasp as they pick up pace. Jackson’s hands are on my hips, Muff’s are holding my face, and every now and then he presses his lips to mine. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and the smell is out of this world. It’s all sex, and man, and all the wonderful things that come with both.

“Fuck, she better come soon,” Muff grunts. “I’m close Jack’s.”

“Let me help you out, baby,” Jackson murmurs to me.

He leans down, lifting my hips just a touch and finding my clit, then he begins to stroke it, gently at first, but as his thrusts begin increasing again, he strokes it harder. I’m crying out, screaming his name, moaning Muffs, and feeling my body peaking.

Then I come.

Holy shit do I come.

It’s intense, crazy, mind blowing, beautiful, and so many other things mixed in one. My body jerks, my mouth drops open, my eyes roll back, and I scream. I scream so loudly I can’t hear anything else around me. I do feel though, and so I feel the moment when Jackson comes, I feel his cock pulsing inside me; I hear his rasps of pleasure. Then Muff follows, and I feel his cock jerking at the same time. When I begin to come down from my head spin, I hear both of their groans, and it sends little bolts of joy through my body.

It is totally worth it - hearing two men grunting over your body.

Totally worth it.

By the time we’ve all stopped shuddering, I drop down onto Muff, resting my head against his chest. I can feel his heart thumping against my cheek. Jackson slumps down over me, and we’re all panting. We lay like that for the longest moment, Muff’s fingers smoothing through my hair, his stomach rising and falling heavily as he tries to slow his breathing down. Jackson slowly pulls out, and my body tenses. He gives me a moment before rolling, taking me with him until we both fall down onto the bed.

Muff drops his head down onto the pillow, and I roll to my back, still panting. Jackson rolls to his side, running a finger down my belly. I shudder.

“Damn,” Muff whispers.

“Yeah,” Jackson grunts. “Damn.”

I feel a small smile stretch across my face as I use my best hip voice and say, “It was aight...”

Muff snorts, Jackson laughs, and we all find ourselves chuckling. When that dies down, we’re all quiet a moment, until my stomach grumbles...loudly. Jackson snorts.

“God,” I groan. “I’m hungry.”

Muff makes a deep, throaty sound. “Fuck, me too.”

“I ain’t movin’,” Jackson grumbles.

“Argh,” I growl, bolting upright and crawling towards the end of the bed. “Men.”

Both of them hiss, because I know I’m giving them a nice view of my ass.

“Put that cute fuckin’ ass away darlin’,” Jackson warns, “Or I’ll fuck it again.”

“You don’t have it in you, old man,” I tease, looking at him over my shoulder.

His eyes flare, and Muff grins. “I believe that was a challenge, boss.”

“I believe it was, too.”

Jackson sits up, and I quickly scurry forward, but his hand lashes out, gripping my ankle. He tugs it backwards, and I collapse, laughing. I feel his body rise up, and then flatten over mine. His erect...oh my god...he’s hard again. I whimper, and squirm beneath him.

“How the hell...” I gasp, as he presses his cock against my ass.

“Baby, I just fucked a gorgeous woman with another man. It’s one of the most erotic things someone can do; of course I’m fuckin’ hard again. I ain’t wastin’ a minute.”

“Yeah,” Muff grunts from behind me. “Me either.”

I feel my eyes widen, and I look over my shoulder to see Muff stroking his hard, large cock. He’s not wearing a condom anymore, and seeing the shape and contours of his manhood has my heart throbbing. It is a nice cock. I won’t lie.

Oh dear.

Jackson sits back up, pulling me with him, and then he spins us both around and puts me down, face in Muff’s cock. I gasp, and Muff’s hands tangle into my hair. Oh...I like this control. It does great things to my body. Jackson slides two...or maybe three...fingers into my pussy. I whimper, and lower my face to Muff’s cock, running my tongue around the base. He hisses, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Gonna fuck you once more, just to show you how an old man rolls,” Jackson growls from behind me, and then he removes his fingers, rolls on a condom, and thrusts inside me.

I cry out, and Muff takes the opportunity to thrust his cock up inside my mouth. Oh god. Oh shit. I wrap my lips around it, sucking as best I can while Jackson works his cock in and out of my pussy, slow and sexy. God, he needs to move faster, my nerve endings are alive and raw, and I want more. I need more. I lift my head from Muff’s cock, and rasp, “Fuck me faster, Jackson.”

“Too old,” he chuckles. “Can’t move faster.”

“I take it back!” I cry. “Please fuck me, Jackson.”

“Am fuckin’ you,” he murmurs. “Nice and slow.”

“Please!”

“Baby,” Muff says. “Stop talkin’ and keep suckin’.”

Oh...yes.

He tugs my hair, and begins lowering me again. I close my lips over his cock, sucking and licking, while Jackson torments my body. God he’s fucking me so slowly, in and out, in a lazy pace that has my entire body hanging on the edge desperately. I try to thrust my hips backwards, creating my own pace, but Jackson grips my hips, stopping me.

“Careful,” he rasps. “You’ll hurt an old man doin’ that.”

I open my mouth to say something, but Muff tightens his grip in my hair, keeping my mouth on his cock.

“Don’t fuckin’ stop suckin’,” he growls. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

Jackson works my body slowly, building me higher and higher, while I work Muff’s body, building him higher and higher. Muff comes first, with a ragged groan to move my mouth if I don’t want him to come inside it. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I leave my mouth there. The first spurt of come hits me at the back of my throat, and I gurgle, swallowing as best I can. The second and third spurts are less, and soon Muff is softening in my mouth with a deep, ragged sigh.

Jackson fucks me hard then. All of a sudden he bucks his hips, and he’s driving into me desperately, causing me to go into temporary shock. His hips slap, his balls hit my skin, and my pleasure builds higher and higher. “I’ll show you how an old man fucks,” he growls. “Now come for me.”

I do, as if my body listens to his commands.

I feel Muff slip out of my mouth as I close my eyes and shudder. He wraps his arms around my head, pressing it to his stomach, causing my ass to rise up higher and take Jackson’s thrusts deeper. I am still screaming when Jackson comes again, hard and deep inside me. As soon as he’s stopped pumping, I feel my body collapse in content exhaustion, and Muff wraps his arms around me, holding me to him while Jackson pulls out. I feel Jackson collapse beside me, but I’m too content to move my body from Muff’s.

“Get over here, baby,” Jackson orders.

I shake my head.

“Now.”

“Jealous?” I murmur, opening my eyes to meet his green gaze.

“Yeah, now get over here.”

I shake my head. “Muff is comfy.”

Muff chuckles, and I feel it rumble through my cheek.

“Darlin’...” Jackson warns.

“Jackson,” I murmur.

He leans over, swatting my ass with his hand, hard. I yelp, and my mouth drops open.

“Want another one?” he growls, his eyes blazing.

“You bully!”

“Here,” he says, pointing to his chest. “Now.”

“Better go, princess,” Muff laughs. “He’ll get all caveman soon and throw you over his shoulder.”

I grunt, and lift myself from Muff. I kneel between the two of them, looking down and admiring the very impressive view. Jackson points to his chest, and I grin, shaking my head.

“I’m still hungry, are you going to make me some food?”

He shakes his head. “Nah.”

“Then no after sex cuddles for you.”

He goes to sit up, but I quickly leap off the bed, giggling.

“Careful, darlin’.”

I roll my eyes at him, and then lean down to find one of his shirts and a pair of panties.

“I’m hungry,” I say again. “I’ll be back.”

I flash them both a smile, before turning and heading out and down the stairs. I check the pizza box first. Cold. Yuk. I grumble and walk to the fridge, opening it. There’s not a lot in there, so I pull out some cold turkey and decide to make some sandwiches. I’m just about to lather them with mustard, when I hear my cell phone vibrating against the counter. I stare down at it, and see Janine’s number. I quickly answer it.

“Janine?”

“Where have you been?” she cries. “I’ve been trying to contact you for hours.”

“Sorry, I’ve been...um...busy.”

“He threatened me, didn’t he?”

“Pardon?”

She sounds frantic. “He threatened me, that’s why you’re doing this. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out what would possess you to actually listen to him, and I finally figured it out.”

She’s talking about Hogan.

“It’s...more complicated than that.”

“Did he or did he not threaten me?” she demands.

“Not...exactly,” I whisper, peering at the stairs to make sure I’m still alone.

“What do you mean, not exactly?”

I groan. “I can’t...”

“Oh god...” she rasps. “He threatened Eb’s?”

I’m silent, and I know it’s her answer.

“Oh, oh god! Oh my god! I need to get out of here.”

“If Derek finds out you try and leave him, there’s going to be a problem.”

“Fuck Derek, he doesn’t care about our daughter. I am not risking my baby.”

“Janine...”

“She’s my daughter, Serenity!” she screams. “I’m not risking her.”

“Ok,” I whisper. “Ok...”

“Where are you?”

“I’m with Jackson, at his house.”

“Can I...I mean...can we come over?”

“Now?”

“Please?” her voice trembles.

“Ok, look, ok...come over. I’m sure Jackson won’t mind.”

“It’s just...Derek won’t find me there.”

My heart breaks for her; I can’t imagine how she’s feeling right now. I give her the address, and she assures me she’ll be here in twenty minutes. I give her a quick cover story if Jackson asks, so we don’t get put on the spot. I hang up the phone, and my fingers tremble. I put it down, and grip the counter, trying to take a deep breath.

“Everything ok?”

I hear Jackson’s voice, and turn to see him and Muff, both wearing only jeans, staring at me. I burst into a fit of tears that are going to make no sense to these guys right now, but I can’t hold them back. Jackson walks over, taking me into his arms and wrapping himself around me. I bury my face into his neck.

“Is it what just happened?” he whispers.

“No,” I croak, shaking my head. “It’s my friend...”

“What’s happened?” he asks, pulling me back and gripping my face, swiping my tears away.

“Her...” God, I have to lie. “Her husband is abusive, and she’s scared for her and her daughter. They have nowhere to go.”

“They can come here for a few nights; I gotta go on a run anyway.”

“What?” I rasp.

“Hey,” he says gently, cupping my face in his big hands. “You’re goin’ to be fine here.”

“I...It’s just...”

“Your friend can stay, and you won’t even notice I’m gone. She’ll be safe here. No one will bother you. I’ll send the guys past to watch the house every hour.”

“I can’t put you out anymore,” I whisper, shaking my head.

“Hey, listen to me,” he orders. “I have a house that’s far too big for me, and plenty of space. I’m going away, I won’t even notice. It’s ok, I’m sayin’ it’s ok.”

I nod, biting my lip. Muff walks over, rubbing my back gently and then he walks into the kitchen to finish the sandwiches. When he’s done, he offers me one, but I feel too sick to do anything but nibble on it. I can’t stop thinking that I have to tell Jackson about all this. If Hogan finds out I’m hiding this, then it’s only going to end in disaster. He’s going to hit the roof as soon as Janine disappears, which doesn’t give me long to explain this to Jackson. He’s going on a ride, which means I have to shut my mouth until he gets back. It’s too dangerous without him here.

I hear a knock at the door, and I jerk my head up. I feel my heart hammer; I stand and quickly rush towards the laundry room to find some decent clothes. I throw on a pair of shorts and a tank, and quickly tie my hair up before rushing out. I rush past Jackson and Muff who are staring at me with concern. I swing the front door open to face a red eyed Janine and a bouncing, beautiful Ebony.

“Aunty Senny!” Ebony cries, using her nickname for me. She leaps forward, beaming.

“Well hey baby girl,” I force myself to smile as I scoop her up and pull her into my arms.

I meet Janine’s eyes, and she smiles weakly at me. I reach out, gripping her hand. I mouth ‘It’s going to be ok’ before turning and pulling her inside with me. Ebony notices the two men, and her smile widens. She’s been raised around bikers, so they don’t frighten her. She wiggles out of my grips and rushes over to them, grinning wide. “Hello!” she cries.

Muff grins, kneeling down. “Well hello there pretty girl, what’s your name?”

“My name is Ebony,” she smiles proudly.

“That’s a real pretty name.”

“What’s yours?” she asks, curiosity burning in her little eyes.

“My name is Muff.”

She giggles. “That’s a silly name.”

“It sure is darlin’.”

My heart clenches as she turns to Jackson. “What’s your name?”

He grins at her, and it makes my knees buckle.

“My name is Jackson.”

I squeeze Janine’s hand and tug her forward. Jackson smiles at her, and Muff winks. Trust my men to charm her socks off.

“Muff, Jackson, this is Janine; my oldest friend.”

Jackson extends his hand, and wearily Janine takes it. “Welcome to my house, Janine.”

“T-t-thank you for letting me stay a while.”

He shrugs. “It’s no problem.”

“Muff,” Muff grins, extending his hand, too.

Janine steps forward and takes it, her cheeks flushing with color. “Muff?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, Muff.”

“That’s very...original.”

I smile, and kneel down, opening my arms to Ebony. “You want to see where you’re sleeping?”

She nods, her gorgeous curls bouncing. “Yes!”

“You know,” Jackson says. “You should come down when you’re done. I think I have some real special warm chocolate in the pantry.”

Ebony’s eyes light up. “You do?”

“I do, I think if your momma says it’s ok, you can have some.”

Ebony turns towards Janine, and I watch as Janine slowly smiles. “Of course, baby. You can have some.”

Ebony squeals and claps her hand. “Can I have some now?”

I look at Janine, and she nods. Ebony rushes towards Jackson, who extends his hand and leads her into the kitchen. I hear a few giggles and a male chuckle.

“You want to come upstairs and put your things down?” I ask Janine.

She looks over to Ebony for a moment.

“She’s safe with him, I promise you,” I assure her.

She turns her eyes to Muff, who is sitting on the couch, drinking a beer. He flashes her a grin, and her cheeks turn pink again. Smiling, I take her hand and lead her up the stairs. I open my room up, and begin stripping the sheets off my bed.

“I can’t take your bed,” Janine says, sounding guilty.

I wave my hand. “Stop it, I’ll sleep somewhere else.”

“With Jackson...”

I spin around. “What?”

“Oh come on, Serenity. I saw the way you two looked at each other.”

I sigh. “I care about him.”

She sighs too. “It’s dangerous, honey. You know that don’t you?”

“Knowing something doesn’t take away the natural reactions of the human heart. He gets to me in a way I haven’t felt before. I care about him. I think...I think I love him.”

“Oh Sea... what’re you going to do?”

I plonk down onto the bed, and she sits beside me.

“I don’t know. I have to tell him about Hogan, not just for my sake but for the clubs safety. I know that when I do though, I’m going to lose him, and that thought...it burns Janine. It fucking burns.”

She takes my hand, running her fingers over it gently. “It might hurt, but you have to do this for yourself and them. Hogan is crazy. He threatened an innocent child, and that child is part of the club in a way, and it didn’t matter to him. He’s out of control, and he needs to be stopped.”

“I know that, I just don’t know if telling Jackson is going to make it worse or better.”

“You have to put feelings aside here, and do what’s best for him. He needs to know. He needs to be warned. It’s dangerous and he could lose his life. You’d never live with yourself if that happened.”

“No,” I whisper. “I wouldn’t. I just don’t know how to tell him.”

She nods. “I understand. We’ll figure it out.”

“I hope so,” I murmur, staring out the window. “I hope so.”

And I did.

Because I don’t know what will happen if we don’t.