Sinners MC

by Bella Jewel

  “His name,” Jackson chokes between laughs. “Was Emmett Brown.”

  “Was not daddy,” Addison says, crossing her legs.

  “Oh god,” Janine snorts. “Oh, Addi!”

  “All right,” she says, throwing up her hands. “This game is finished!”

  “Fun spoiler,” I tease.

  She grins at me and then turns to Cade. “You better have my back, biker.”

  “Always baby,” he laughs.

  We get back to the game, gliding through it with ease. Jackson gets up about ten minutes after we’ve finished it, and walks inside. I hesitate a moment, but decide to follow him. I find him in the kitchen, staring at his phone. He looks up when I come in, and I can’t help the lusty smile that creeps across my lips.

  “That smile scares me,” he says as I step closer.

  “It should.”

  He grins and steps forward, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me closer. I smile up at him, staring at his rugged face. So gorgeous. So fucking perfect. My fingers go up and lightly trace his jaw, admiring the perfection that is Jackson. His eyes grow lusty as he pushes my body against the counter.

  “Everyone else is fucking tonight,” he rasps. “Guess it’s our turn.”

  “We can’t fuck here,” I purr. “But we can do other things.”

  His eyebrows shoot up and he murmurs, “Oh?”

  I grin and slowly slide down his body, sheltering mine with the counter. Jackson groans when he figures out what I’m about to do. His hands grip the counter as he presses his hips forward. I rub my cheek against his jean-clad cock, causing it to stir and swell. I hook my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and press my face over his cock, breathing hot air through his jeans.

  “Fuck, darlin’, don’t tease.”

  I lift my head and look up at him. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Jackson?”

  “Well fuck, now I do. Let’s go to the laundry.”

  “No,” I say, popping the button of his jeans. “Let’s do it here.”

  “Someone could walk in any fuckin’ second, baby,” he says, his voice husky and low.

  “That’s the fun part.”

  I release his cock and smile as it throbs in the palm I curl around it. He groans as I slide my mouth over the head, licking and sucking gently. My other hand slips in and finds his balls, and I squeeze them softly, causing guttural grunts to leave his throat. I slide his cock deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue up and down the throbbing length.

  “Yo’, Jack’s,” I hear a voice say and I stop sucking right away.

  Jackson’s hands go to my hair and he pushes my head down again, encouraging me to keep going. I know it’s because he’s close.

  “Ain’t a good time buddy,” he rasps to what is clearly Spike.

  “Fuck,” Spike chuckles. “You gettin’ your dick sucked right now?”

  “Somethin’ like that,” Jackson bites out.

  “I heard your girl likes public displays of affection. Atta girl, Serenity!” he calls to me.

  I flush and close my eyes, taking Jackson deeper. His hands tighten into my hair.

  “You gonna fuck off?” Jackson growls.

  “I think I’d like to watch you come, see you turn into a big fuckin’ pussy.”

  “Fuck off, Spike!” he hollers.

  With a laugh I hear the back door shut.

  “So close baby,” Jackson grunts. “So fuckin’ close. Suck me harder, take my cock deeper.”

  I love when he talks dirty to me. I slide down further, sucking him into my mouth as far as I can possibly take him. He moans and my hands squeeze his balls, rolling them until I feel his cock swell in my mouth. Then I feel him release, shooting deep into my throat. I take all of him, and then I release him and lick his sensitive tip.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “You suck me so fuckin’ good.”

  He takes my arms and hauls me up, crushing his lips down over mine. Our groans tangle together and we kiss like it’s the last breath we’re going to take. His hands cup my ass and he pulls me to him, deepening the kiss. By the time he pulls away, I’m panting.

  “I’m goin’ to make sure you get your fun when we get home,” he growls, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

  I grin. “I look forward to it.”

  Oh boy, ain’t that the truth!

  JANINE

  I giggle as Muff lifts me into the air and puts me down on the chair. He grins at me, placing a kiss on my lips. I turn to the rest of the group, all of them sitting at the dinner table, and flush.

  “Seems like you two are missin’ out,” Cade laughs. “The rest of us have had a memorable thanksgiving, I’m sure Spike has a room you could borrow.”

  I roll my eyes at him just as Spike grunts, “No fuckin’ way, my bed is for my woman’s pussy only.”

  “Spike!” Ciara chastises him, to which he gives her a sexy wink.

  Bikers.

  “Who said anything about a bed?” Cade pipes up. “There’s plenty of other places to have a good fuck – the bathroom, the laundry, the kitchen...”

  “Jackson would know all about the kitchen,” Spike chuckles, then turns to Ciara. “Make sure you wipe those doors clean, baby.”

  Her nose crinkles and she gasps, “What the hell did Jackson do in my kitchen?”

  Serenity puts her face in her hands and groans.

  “Oh,” Spike grins. “I walked in earlier to missy here,” he points to Serenity, “On her knees givin’ Jackson what for.”

  “Ew!” Addison cries, cupping her hands over her ears. “That’s so wrong.”

  “Says the one who screamed to the high heaven’s behind the shed earlier,” I point out.

  She pokes her tongue out at me and I laugh.

  “Way to go buddy,” Cade says to Jackson.

  “Seriously, ugh,” Serenity says, still not lifting her head. “You guys are wrong!”

  “Coming from the one on her knees,” Spike points out.

  “I’ll hurt you, Spike,” she says, lifting her face from her hands and glaring at him.

  “Bring it on, baby!”

  Ciara rolls her eyes and turns to her man. “Stop taunting everyone and carve the turkey.”

  He winks at her. “No problems, baby.”

  He stands, his big body looming over that poor turkey. He shoves the knife right in the middle and we all groan. Typical Spike. He does however, correct himself after his little murderous moment, and begins carving. The smell is divine, and my stomach grumbles.

  “You feel like you’re missin’ out, baby?” Muff whispers in my ear, causing shivers to run down my body.

  “Not at all,” I gasp as his hand slides up my thigh.

  “Can’t put my cock inside you, but I can give you something to make your thanksgiving memorable.”

  Oh my.

  “I’m sure you can,” I breathe. “But we’re about to eat and I’m sure people don’t want me crying out your name before dinner.”

  He takes my face in his hands and turns it towards him. His eyes are sparkling with lust and I can’t help but shift my chair closer to his. He leans across and kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine.

  “Ew, you two!” Addison cries. “I’m trying to eat.”

  Muff chuckles and pulls back. Serenity passes me the potatoes and I quickly take them, feeling my cheeks heating. I serve them up before shoving them towards Muff, who is still grinning at me. When dinner is served, we all dig in, starving.

  “You did a great job,” I say to Ciara.

  She nods, her mouth full. She gives me the thumbs up before turning back to her plate. Pregnant women – they can eat.

  “So, J, how’s the job going?” Jackson asks me as Muff’s hand slides up my leg again. He wouldn’t, would he?

  “It’s great, Jack’s, thanks for asking,” I say, smiling.

  “Your boss bein’ kind to you?”

  “After your little visit, yes,” I laugh.

  I picked up a part time job at
the local bar recently, needing to get some free time to myself. My boss was an asshole and was making my life a living hell. I hated the job before I even got through the first week. I came home in tears one afternoon, and after telling the guys why, they paid my boss a little visit. He’s been sweet as pie since.

  “You know us,” Jack’s grins. “Our girls don’t cop shit from no one.”

  I chuckle but it’s cut off mid way through when Muff’s fingers dive beneath my panties. I begin choking on the piece of bread I had just put into my mouth.

  “Whoa there, you all right?” Cade asks.

  “Fine,” I croak out, glaring at Muff.

  He grins at me, but his fingers do not leave my now heating depths. God damn him. He slides his finger up my clit and I try very hard to focus on the meal in front of me.

  “Does that old, scary dude still come in?” Addison asks me.

  I’m biting my lip so hard it begins to burn. I look up at her, trying to keep my face as normal as possible. “Uh,” I say. “No.”

  “He was super creepy,” Ciara says, oblivious to the fact that Muff is rubbing my clit so hard I can hardly contain my moans.

  “Totally,” Addison says. “Remember how he hit on you that night, J?”

  “Mmmmhmmm,” I manage.

  Oh god, it feels so good. So good.

  They continue talking around me, but my entire world is shutting down. I’m trying not to moan, trying not to squirm, but my orgasm is building harder and faster, bringing me to heights I never thought possible with this many people around. Muff flicks my clit and I drop my head into my hands, trying not to scream with pleasure.

  “You okay?” Ciara asks.

  “Yes,” I say, my voice breathy. “I think I ate too much.”

  “Oh, me too!”

  So close, so fucking close. I look up again, trying to gather myself, only to see Spike grinning at me. He winks and I want to die. He knows, he fucking knows, that inquisitive little shit. I glare at him, which only makes him grin bigger. Asshole. I look away, feeling my cheeks heat. I can’t come now that he knows, I can’t, I...oh god...Muff’s pinching my clit, sending little bolts of pleasure right up into my womb.

  I can come, I can and I’m going to. Fuck I’m going to.

  I drop my head in my hands as my entire body shudders. I try to cough to cover it but that merely sounds like a pathetic, crackly moan. Oh god. Yes. Muff rubs every last shudder from me before slipping his fingers from my panties. I lift my head, my cheeks warm, and I’m thankful to see everyone is still talking. Spike isn’t though, he’s laughing softly to himself.

  “Fuck you,” I mouth at him.

  He wiggles his brows and then turns to Muff just in time to see him put his fingers in his mouth. That dirty little shit! I thump his leg, and he only grins at me, sucking his fingers and then turning back to his dinner with a smile.

  “You dirty fucker,” Spike chuckles.

  Oh god, kill me now.

  “Who is?” Jackson asks.

  I glare at Spike, he better not say anything.

  “No one in particular,” he says, winking at me again. Fuck him and his winking, the asshole.

  “Feel better, baby?” Muff whispers into my ear.

  “Bite me, Muff.”

  “Later honey.”

  God, help me.

  CIARA

  My stomach twitches, but I figure it’s just because I’m full. I rub my hands over it, trying to focus on the conversation around me but it continues to tighten and loosen, tighten and loosen. I rub it harder; I seriously ate too much. When the tightening turns into a slight pain, I groan. Great. Of course my baby decides now is the time to arrive. Maybe they’re only fake pains; I’ll time them.

  I listen to the conversation around me as I try to time my pains. Sure enough, they are coming five minutes apart and lasting for about thirty seconds. Magical. I lift my gaze and see Spike is staring at me, he’s been watching me and he has a concerned look on his face. I mouth to him; “We’re going to have a baby tonight.” His eyes widen and he leaps up.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “Dude, what?” Cade asks, staring up at him.

  “Ciara is in labor.”

  Everyone turns to me and I shrug. “Whoops.”

  “Holy shit!” Addison screams, sliding out of her chair and rushing over. “How long, how far, when?”

  “Calm down, Addi,” I say, gripping her arm. “They’re about five minutes apart, thirty seconds long, we’ve got time.”

  “Well let’s get to the hospital,” Cade says calmly as Spike stares at me in shock. He’ll never get better at this.

  “Tell me someone has a car?” Spike says, looking at everyone.

  They all stare at him like he’s lost his mind. “Where’s your fuckin’ car?” Jackson growls.

  “In the garage getting fixed,” he says, putting his hands in his hair and pulling.

  Oh shit.

  “Did you all ride?” I ask, desperately hoping someone will say they haven’t.

  No one does.

  Mega shit.

  “What about a cab?” Addison says just as another pain rips through me. I groan and double over.

  “I’ll call one now,” Janine says, leaping up and rushing out with her phone pressed to her ear.

  She comes back five minutes later with a grim expression. “They’re busy for the next forty five minutes.”

  Another pain rips through me. “We’ll go on the bikes,” I pant. “I need to go now.”

  “Like fuck!” Spike says, shaking his head. “I am not puttin’ you on my bike like that.”

  I look up at him and growl. “Then you will deliver my baby on the floor.”

  His face goes white and he turns to Jackson. “You good at delivering babies?”

  “Fuck,” I yell. “Take me on the bike, Spike.”

  “You guys need to go, stop arguing or I’ll ride her myself,” Addison stays. “Let’s go.”

  “I’ll stay with the kids,” Janine says.

  “Me too,” Muff adds.

  “Fine, then we all need to go and go now,” I growl. “Hurry.”

  Spike doesn’t protest any longer, instead he leans down and hooks his arms beneath me, lifting me and helping me towards the door. Another pain hits me when we get outside and I double over, crying out.

  “Fuck, this is dangerous,” he says, rubbing my back. “I’m not happy about this, Tom Cat.”

  “Don’t have a choice,” I pant. “We gotta go.”

  He helps me onto his bike and pulls my arms tightly around him.

  “Hit my chest if you have a cramp, I’ll stop.”

  I nod as he starts up the bike. I hear all the bikes rumbling around us and following close behind as Spike takes off. I pant through as many contractions as I can before finally thumping his chest half way there because I am in so much pain I feel as though I’m going to black out. This is coming hard and fast, and it’s scaring me. He pulls the bike over, and helps me off. I fall to my knees on the soft grass by the road and cry out in pain as the urge to push radiates through me.

  “Shit, fuck, what do I do?”

  The other bikes pull up and I hear them all rush over. “What’s going on?” Addison asks.

  “I need to push,” I scream.

  “Shit, get back on the bike and we’ll go,” Spike says, his voice frantic.

  “I can’t,” I wail. “The baby is coming, now!”

  “Fuck,” I hear Jackson say. “Serenity, call an ambulance.”

  “Already on it,” she says.

  “Lay her down, Spike,” Addison says.

  Spike lays me back, and Jackson takes off his jacket, laying it beneath me. My head hits the floor and I scream in pain.

  “You need to take her underwear off, Spike,” Addison says. “If this baby is coming you don’t want it restricted.”

  “Shit,” Cade mutters, walking away. Jackson also turns away.

  “Cover her,” Spike barks as he slides my panti
es off.

  Addison takes off her coat and places it over my legs as Serenity comes back, her eyes wide.

  “You need to, ah, look and see where the baby is.”

  Spike’s eyes widen and he turns to Addi, frantic. Addi turns to me and reaches for my hand. “It’s going to be okay.”

  “I don’t know what to look for,” Spike says, his voice full of panic.

  “A head,” Serenity says.

  He looks like he’s going to pass out as he leans over and looks under the coat. Just as he does, another massive contraction rips through me and I scream. Sweat trickles down my forehead. Addi wipes it away, soothing me with words I can’t hear through my own screaming.

  “There’s a head, a fuckin’ head,” Spike yells.

  Serenity passes this information on the phone and nods a few times before saying to Spike. “The baby could be here before they get here. All you need to do is guide him or her out, making sure the moment he or she is free that the airways are unblocked. You can do this by just pushing your finger into the mouth and clearing them. Don’t cut the cord, just wrap the baby and keep he or she warm until the ambulance arrives.”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Spike says as I scream again.

  “It’s coming,” I wail, curling up as the urge to push becomes overwhelming.

  “Spike, you need to be ready,” Addison stresses, staring at him.

  “Cade,” Spike bellows. “Get up there and hold my girls head. Addison, come here, I might need you.”

  My man is pulling himself together. Thank god. Cade hesitantly comes over and sits behind me, putting my head in his lap. His big hands rest on my forehead and he swipes my hair from my face.

  “You’re doin’ real good,” he says.

  I scream again as another push pulls my body forward.

  “Nearly there,” Spike says. “Good girl, just a few more.”

  I push harder with the next contraction.

  “Nearly,” Addison says, her voice soft. “You’re doing so good, honey.”

  My head slumps back into Cade’s lap and sweat rolls down my cheeks as I wait for the next contraction. It comes only seconds later.

  “Come on, give us one more push,” Spike says. “You can do it, baby.”

  I push as hard as I can, screaming out in pain as I feel my baby slip from my body. I drop back down into Cade’s lap with an exhausted cry as I hear the tiny crackle of my baby’s first moments in this world.