by Bella Jewel
“She’s got a few hours yet, she’s about four centimeters. You can go wait with her. Has she got a husband?”
“Her partner is out for a ride,” I say. “He will be back.”
Addison’s eyes are wide and worried. The midwife nods, and turns and walks away. I grip Addison’s arm.
“Look at me!”
She bites her lip, and meets my gaze. “If Spike doesn’t make it back, we have to be here for Ciara. She needs us calm.”
“I can’t watch a baby being born...”
“Then don’t, but be there for her until that time. She needs us, Addi.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I need a minute; she can’t see me like this. I’ll be back, ok?”
I nod, and watch her disappear out the front doors. I turn and head into Ciara’s room. Her eyes widen when she sees me, and I see the question in her eyes.
“Nothing yet, honey,” I say gently.
“What if he misses it, Serenity?” she sobs.
I walk over, sitting beside her on the bed, and stroking her hair. “He’ll be here.”
“He’ll never forgive himself if he misses this...”
I wrap an arm around her. “You just focus on breathing; we’ll do what we can to find the guys.”
She nods, and I hand her a small cup of ice chips. “Chew on these; they’ll help keep you hydrated.”
She puts one in her mouth, and the room fills with sounds of her crunching. Suddenly the door bursts open and Addison rushes in. “I got hold of him! He’s coming home!”
Ciara whimpers. “Thank god.”
Addison crawls on the bed beside her, and wraps an arm around her too. “Until then, keep your legs closed and hold tight, honey.”
We all break out in laughter.
God, I hope Spike makes it in time.
~*~*~*~
SERENITY
“Where is she?” I hear Spike’s bellow from down the hall.
Ciara is sobbing, gripping her stomach and wailing loudly. She’s ready to push, and has been doing everything in her power to stop it. The door swings open a second later, and Spike, looking gorgeous and rugged, comes rushing in. His eyes widen, and Addison and I move away from Ciara quickly. We both watch as he walks over, gripping her head and crushing it to his chest.
“I’m here baby, I got you. I’d never let you do this alone. I’m here.”
My heart aches and I smile, feeling my eyes well with tears. Stupid emotions. Ciara clings to Spike, and Addison and I slowly back out of the room. I slam into a hard, muscled form, and a smile breaks out across my face as soon as I smell the scent that can only belong to one person - Jackson. I spin around, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. Two weeks is a long time when you’re so in love with someone.
“Baby,” he murmurs, crushing me with his arms. “Fuck, my girl. I missed you.”
I lift my head from his chest, and take a strangled breath when I lay eyes on his divine face. Strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, full lips, eyes so deep you can drown in them, long, thick black hair. I reach up, gripping his face and pulling it down. He crushes his lips against mine and I whimper desperately, pressing myself to him. I can hear Addison’s giggling from behind me, I guess she found Cade.
It’s been a hard few months for all of us. Firstly, we had to deal with Granger’s death. I had nightmares for months, and Spike was devastated. We also had to deal with the fall out of killing sixty three bikers. Yes, there were sixty three of them in total. The cops didn’t have enough information to go off, and we all got questioned, but they couldn’t pin anyone. They never tend to delve too far in biker business, and they were probably grateful to have Hogan and his gang dead. When we all finally started to settle back into a normal pattern, things began to ease.
“Do you know how hard it has been, not having you for two weeks?” Jackson rasps, pulling his lips from mine.
“I can feel how hard it has been,” I murmur, pushing myself up against his hard cock.
“Fuck...baby...don’t push me right now.”
“Come with me,” I whisper.
He raises his brows, and I grip his hand, tugging him towards the front doors. When we step outside, I lead him over to my car, which is sitting in a dark area of the car park. I open the back door, and turn, giving him a seductive grin. “Get in.”
“Baby,” he growls, placing his hands on my rounding belly. “Pregnancy is giving you devilish streak.”
“My man has been gone two weeks,” I hiss. “I’m a woman, and I am pregnant, which means I’m horny. I want to fuck, Jackson. Are you going to turn that down?”
His eyes widen, and he slides into the car. Grinning, I murmur, “Didn’t think so.”
As soon as we’re in, I take a dive for Jackson’s jeans. He groans as I rub my palm up and down the hard length of him. I grip his top button, and I tear it open, before lowering his fly. I tug, he moves, and in a second his cock is free. Oh god. I’ve missed it. How I’ve missed it. I lower my face, and I take him into my mouth. His groan is guttural, and feral, and that of a desperate man. He tangles his fingers in my hair, trying to pull me back.
“Baby,” he growls. “Fuckin’ love your mouth, but I’ll come if you do that for a fuckin’ second longer. You want me in your sweet pussy? Then you better stop.”
I lift my head, licking the tip once more before peering up at him. His expression is dark, hungry, and completely rebellious. A sexy smirk crosses his face and he watches as I lift myself up, gripping my shorts and pulling them off before climbing onto his lap. I feel the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy, and a pathetic little whimper leaves my throat.
“Better get some control, darlin’,” Jackson grunts. “Or I’ll fuck you far too hard.”
“I want it hard,” I rasp.
“Can’t...the baby.”
I growl in frustration, and slowly sink myself down onto him. He hisses loudly, I throw my head back. His fingers go up my shirt, finding my bra. He shoves it up, capturing my breasts in his hands and gently squeezing. I groan, and sink further down onto him. He’s hard. So fucking hard. I wiggle my hips, trying to accommodate him.
“Fuck, two weeks and you’re fist tight.”
I bite my lip in pain as he finally fills me completely. It’s a little tight, and we didn’t do enough foreplay.
“Hurtin’ baby?” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to my neck.
I groan. He begins to suck. My body shivers.
He bucks his hips.
“Jackson!” I yell, gripping his shoulders. “Oh god.”
“Fuck, baby, take it. Take it all.”
I use my knees to lift myself up, before sinking down again. Jackson lets off a ragged groan, and his hands find my hips. He begins lifting me up and down, and my eyes fall to the muscles on his arms bulging as he moves me. Fuck, he’s sexy. So damned sexy. He removes one hand from my hip, and grips my breast, lowering his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Oh god,” I cry out. “Yes.”
He thrusts his hips up harder, and his mouth burns my nipple. My body shakes as pleasure hangs on the edge, ready to jump over. He lifts his head, staring into my eyes as his finger leaves my breast and travels down to find my clit. He rubs it. I come. God, I come so hard. Our eyes lock as I do, and the moment is intense. Jackson keeps his eyes on me as he comes, but for a moment they lose focus.
It’s hot.
God it’s hot.
When our bodies stop shaking, he puts his hands on my belly and rubs. “Sorry baby.”
“The poor girl, she’ll never recover.”
He grins up at me, and I smile down at him.
We found out we are having a girl last month.
I hope she’s just like him.
~*~*~*~
“It’s a boy!” Spike bellows, rushing out of the room a few hours later.
The look on his face. It’s priceless. It’s something I will never forget. He’s got tears in his
eyes, yet a big smile on his face. Addison is the first up, and she leaps into his arms. He swings her around and she squeals happily.
“A fuckin’ boy!” he yells proudly.
The few guys that are with us at the hospital stand and shake his hand. There’s a lot of back slapping and grunts of happiness and pride. When it’s my turn, Spike pulls me in for a big hug.
“Your turn soon!” he grins, and then lets me go and turns back towards the rooms.
“She wants to see her girls first, and then you all can go in.”
I beam, and Addison grips my hand. We follow Spike down the hall to a room, and when he opens the door and we see Ciara with a little blue bundle in her hands, we both begin to cry. Ciara waves her hand, her own eyes watering. “Stop it, don’t make me cry again.”
Addison and I make our way over to the bed, and peer down at the tiny baby. He has a mop of blonde hair, just like Spike, and his cheeks are full and chubby. He’s adorable, just gorgeous.
“Oh Ciara,” I rasp. “He’s beautiful.”
“Oh...” Addison yelps. “Oh my.”
“He’s a real looker, yeah?” Spike says proudly, coming up behind us.
We both nod.
“Congratulations,” I whisper to Ciara.
“Thank you, for everything.”
I nod, stroking her bubs head. “What’s his name?”
Spike grins, sitting beside her. “Daniel Granger.”
I beam. “That’s beautiful.”
“Yeah,” Ciara whispers. “It is.”
I smile at them, feeling my heart swell.
This started out as an awful situation.
But now...now it’s ended so beautifully.
~*EPILOGUE*~
ONE YEAR LATER
“Would you look at them?” Ciara grins, nodding her head.
I peer over to see Jackson, Spike, Cade, and Muff, all talking and chatting around a fire. Jackson is bouncing our baby daughter, Ava, on his lap. Her dark hair is flying around in different directions and she has a chubby fist stuffed in her mouth. Spike is holding Daniel ‘Danny’ and every now and then he tickles his ribs and the little boy squeals with delight. Muff has his arms wrapped around Ebony, and she’s smiling happily, engrossed in the fire.
“Who knew we’d end up here?” Addison says, leaning against me.
Her belly is starting to swell with her and Cade’s first bundle. Ciara is pregnant again, too, though she’s only a few weeks along. Muff and Janine started dating a month ago, completely shocking us all. I’m so happy for her and Ebony. Muff is amazing, and he can give them everything they need. Janine knows that I slept with Muff and Jackson, but she’s ok with it.
“Can you believe how much she loves him?” Janine says, joining us with a plate of food in her hand.
I grin over at my friend, and she returns my smile. “He sure does love her, though I’m pretty sure you’re up there, too.”
She laughs. “I sure hope so!”
“Oh, he’s totally checking you out!” Addison giggles.
We all look, to see Muff grinning at Janine. God, he’s a shocker. I roll my eyes, and he catches it, winking at me.
“We’re lucky you know,” Ciara laughs. “We got the good ones.”
“Yeah,” I say, meeting Jackson’s gaze. “We sure did.”
Jackson suddenly scrunches his nose up, and turns to baby Danny. “Little man, what does your momma feed you?”
Spike groans, and lifts the little boy into the air. “Ciara, woman, he needs you.”
Ciara ducks down behind us.
“I can see you Tom Cat!” he bellows.
She giggles. “He’s your child too,” she yells from behind us.
“Aw, come on! I want to eat sometime soon!”
“Close your eyes, you’ll be fine!”
Spike stands, muttering about kids and shit, and carries the boy inside. I throw my head back and laugh, before walking over and sliding onto the chair next to Jackson. I run my fingers over my daughter’s hair and lean down to kiss her chubby little cheeks.
“Give me my baby sister, she needs love,” Addison says, sweeping over and taking Ava from Jackson.
“Greedy!” Jackson says, grinning at both his daughters.
Addison pouts. “She’s mine too, you know. Come on baby, yeah, let’s go and find that silly uncle of yours and make sure he hasn’t passed out on the ground.”
“Oh hey, while you’re there, check her diaper?” I yell, smothering a giggle.
Addison scrunches up her nose. “Oh hell no!”
“She’s yours too,” Jackson adds with a grin. “You just said so yourself.”
“Ripped off!” Addison says, and then grins down at Ava. “But for you, I’ll do it.”
We both watch as they disappear inside. I turn to Jackson, sliding off my seat and onto his lap. He wraps his arms around me, and nestles his face into my neck.
“Our baby is fuckin’ cute.”
“Gets it from her momma,” I grin.
Muff snorts beside us.
“Hey!” I say, giving him a look. “She so does!”
“Yeah princess,” he chuckles. “It’s all you.”
“Aunty Senny!” Eb’s says, turning.
“Yes honey?”
“Is Muff going to be my new daddy?”
We all fall silent, and Muff meets my gaze, giving me a helpless expression. I smile, and meet Ebony’s little eyes. “You know honey; I think it would be really cool if Muff was your new daddy. You know why?”
She shakes her head.
“Well, he’s really fun. And he’s good at giving cuddles.”
Ebony grins, big and beautiful, before turning to Muff. “I love your cuddles.”
He grins down at her. “I love them too, little princess.”
I roll my eyes, but my heart is thudding. I turn back to Jackson, and he’s smiling up at me.
“What?” I say.
“You, darlin’. You make everything beautiful.”
I bite my lip, and my entire body reacts to his words. I grip his face, bringing his lips down over mine. We kiss, long and deep, forgetting the world, forgetting where we are, and just existing in that kiss. Jackson makes everything real, and being with him has changed who I am. He saved me from my life, even though he doesn’t realize it. He made me who I am. He became my everything. He gave me what I needed, in more ways than one.
He gave me his club...
And these guys, they are our family.
To some, they might be crazy and dangerous.
To us, they are the reason we breathe.
~*THE END*~
Remember there will be a little Christmas Novella released on the 23rd of December for all you Muff fans. It will be in his POV, but you can see how the Sinners celebrate Christmas!!
I hope you enjoyed this series, god knows I enjoyed writing it.
As you know, I have a dark pirate romance coming out on the 8th December 2013. Here is a little snippet for you all.
ENSLAVED BY THE OCEAN
“What is that?” Eric rasps, his voice dry and crackly.
My eyes burn from too much salt, and too little water. “It’s a ship.”
“I know,” he rasps. “But what kind of ship?”
“Does it matter?”
He gives me a sour look. The last few days haven’t been easy on our friendship. When faced with life and death, anyone would become overly stressed. I get to my knees, feeling my heart hammer. This is our chance to get help, we’ve been out here two solid days, and there’s a ship heading in our direction. I won’t be letting it pass. Eric gets to his feet beside me, and our tiny rescue boat rocks. I lift my sore, aching arms, and yell out as loudly as my dry, raw throat will allow. Eric grips hold of the flashlight on his life jacket, and he flicks it on, waving it backwards and forwards.
Suddenly a large light is pointing in our direction. I squint and cover my eyes. They’ve seen us. Help has arrived. Oh god, we’re going to survive this. My k
nees buckle and I fall, relief flooding me. Eric continues to yell and wave the flashlight around. From this angle, the light isn’t piercing my eyes, and so I can see what he can’t...and when I see it, my blood runs cold. It’s a flag...but it’s not a country flag or a navy flag, no...it’s a skull and crossbones. My stomach lurches, and it takes me a moment to gather my bearings enough to reach for Eric’s leg and pull at him, bringing him down to my level.
“What the hell, Indi?”
“T-t-t-the...”
“What’s wrong?” he asks, confusion washing over his features.
“T-t-t-the flag.”
He shakes his head in confusion, so I lift my wobbling hand and point towards the ship that’s now coming closer. His eyes narrow and then I see fear wash over his features. He reels backwards, fumbling for something to paddle us away. Anything to get us out of here. Deep down in my terrified soul, I know we’ll never outrun a ship like that. We have only two options - Jump overboard, or let them capture us. Right now both could possibly mean death, it just depends which death we want. Maybe they won’t hurt us. Maybe they’ll just let us go, or leave us here?
No. They’re pirates. Everyone knows that’s not how it works.
I clutch Eric, terrified. My heart is beating so heavily it hurts and my body is tingling all over, fear and panic washing through me. The urge to flee, to run, to save myself is huge...yet there’s nowhere to run to. Eric’s eyes are darting, and he quickly flicks the flashlight off. His body shudders heavily, and for a long moment, all we can see is darkness. Our breathing is the only sound I can hear, until the ship comes closer and waves begin to rock the boat. My heart hurts, it aches so badly I want to rip it out just to stop it. This is like a nightmare, except I can’t wake up. I can’t do anything but pray to god these pirates aren’t awful.
“We should jump over,” Eric whispers.
“And die?” I hiss.
“We’re going to die if they get hold of us!”