Jackson (A Steele Riders MC Novel Book 3)

by C. M. Steele

  “Good. I’ll talk to my brother. Maybe we need to meet with some people in Paxton.”

  “Okay, Jackson. I need to get back to the clubhouse to receive the electronics I ordered.”

  “Call me if you need me.” My next meeting takes me until after lunchtime to finish. Once I get out, I walk around to check on Penny.

  The shop has only one customer that Roxie’s handling. “She’s in the back,” she says while ringing up the guy. I walk around back, and my sweet Penny is bent over an oven. Fuck me, I’m glad no one is allowed back here except Roxie. She spins around to say, “Roxie, are you ready for your…Jackson. I thought you were Roxie. What are you doing here?”

  “It’s one thirty. I wanted to see if you ate yet.”

  “Yes, I did about five minutes ago while these were baking.”

  “Good,” I take her into my arms. “I’ve missed you, Penny. How are you doing?”

  “I’ve missed you too, but it’s been so busy, I barely had time to process it all.” We share a few brief kisses before I head back to my office. I’ll be picking her up at five. She needs to find more employees because she’s been at work since fucking five in the morning. I know she’s beat and in need of a hot bath.

  I close up my office and walk back to the shop, entering from the back because the front is locked up. When I get in there, Roxie, Penny, and Blade are washing up around the kitchen. “Sorry, Jackson we’re almost done. Prepping for tomorrow took longer than expected with our last-minute rush of customers.”

  “No, sugar. I’m here to help.”

  “It’ll only be another five minutes.”

  “Blade, why don’t you take Roxie home? I’ll help Pen finish up.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, you all busted your asses today. I should help her.” They left out the back, and I lock up after them. “What do you need for me to do?”

  “Can you dry those trays?” she asks, twisting her lips to the side. She’s washing some dishes.

  “Sure.” She hands me the towel, and I get to work. She keeps stealing glances my way, and I wonder if I’m doing it wrong, or something, but then I watch her lick her lips. She keeps that up I’m going to fuck her right here.

  Chapter 22

  Penny

  He looks sexy as hell, wiping down the display trays. I need to get this cleaned up so we can get out of here, but I can’t help myself. He’s so freaking hot the way his sleeves are rolled up, showing me those flexing forearms. I lick my lips, but when I lift my eyes to his face, I know I’ve been caught. With a smirk, he drops the towel on the counter and stalks toward me. I bite my lip and set the bowl back in the sanitizer.

  “What’s up?” I inquire, stepping around the large counter that still has a piping bag full of strawberry lying on it. I forgot about that one. This man sure knows how to distract me. He doesn’t stop when my back hits the counter. Instead, he keeps coming until he’s an inch from me.

  “What’s up? What’s up is my hard cock. You know that it’s all your fault, I’m stiff as fuck.”

  “I didn’t do anything,” I deny, trying to hold back my guilty smile.

  “You don’t have to do anything but look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and pouty lips, parted just enough to tell me what’s on your mind.” I have on a cute, cotton candy pink mid-sleeve dress that does little to hid how hard my nipples are. He doesn’t miss them and runs his fingers in circles around my hardened flesh. “It looks like you like what you see as well, my sweet Penny,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me. I’m dizzy with need for him. My hands work on the buttons of his dress shirt without hesitation. I shouldn’t be doing this in my kitchen, but all I can think about is how good it would feel to have him fuck me against the cold steel. He lets me pull it off his body and throw it on the floor. Then his hands move to my legs, sliding them up, raising my dress and cupping my ass. With a hard squeeze of my cheeks, I yelp pleasantly. Jackson drags it off me until I’m standing in front of him in just my matching heather grey bra and panties. A growl comes from deep in his chest, then he scoops his arm around my waist and sits me on the counter. The cool metal against my thighs only sends heat straight to my soaked pussy. He leans in with his hands straddling my thighs and kisses me. “You make a man so damn hungry.”

  He slides his hands over my hips and grabs the hem of my panties, dragging them down as I lift my ass up to help. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” he growls, rubbing my pussy then slipping in. I nod and moan. “Good because I’m really fucking hungry.” His eyes noticed the piping bag I left out. He picks it up and squeezes some on his fingers that were just inside of me and brings them to his mouth. “Umm, strawberry pussy, my new favorite,” he sighs, nudging my thighs apart with his. His mouth crashes down on mine in a rough, quick kiss that leaves me panting for more. Grinning he drops down to his knees and slowly squeezes a thin line of frosting along one thigh, then runs his tongue across it, licking up every bit. He repeats with the other until he reaches my core. With a growl, he pumps a little swirl on my pussy lips then lets the bag fall. His mouth covers my core eating the sweet treat off me while sliding his talented tongue up and down my slit. Jackson cups my thighs with his strong hands and pulls my pussy closer to him, eating me out like a beast. I love it, and it’s not long before I’m coming all over his face. He doesn’t stop until I’m worked up again.

  When he stands, I can see his cock pressed taut against his zipper. He unleashes his thick length that’s wet with his pre-cum. He rubs it against my sensitive folds several times before slamming into me. His mouth is on mine, his hands dragging down my bra, and his hips are thrusting into mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him fuck me hard on the steel surface. He plucks at my nipple while his other hand grips my ass. I have my hands pressed on the surface, leaning back, so I can watch him fuck me. “You’re mine, Penny. I can’t get enough of you. Come for me. I need to flood your sweet pussy with my kid. I want to see you round with my kid. Fuck, that’s right, clench your tight cunt around me.”

  “Fuck, Jackson give me your baby,” I scream, coming on his cock. He grunts and comes with me. “Wow, where did that come from,” I say, covering my mouth.

  “From the dirty woman, I know who lives inside my pretty Penny.” He pulls me in for another kiss then slips out of me and tucking himself back before helping me off the counter.

  I slip on my panties, feeling the stickiness on my inner thighs. I need a shower. Ooh, maybe we can take a shower together. Damn, I’m working myself up all over again. I need to shake the filthy thoughts from my head, so I ask, “Did you see what is out in front?”

  “Yes, a new piggy bank,” he grumbles.

  “Why the grumbling?”

  “I only did that to be a dick.”

  “I know, but it’s for tips. A customer asked about tips one day, and well, I thought it was a good idea. None of us need the money, so I’m going to donate it to charity when it’s full.”

  “Fuck, you are so damn perfect, but let’s get this place cleaned up before we get some code violation.”

  I gasp because reality hits me again that we probably broke a hundred rules. I’m going to have to sterilize everything. “I can’t believe we just had sex in my kitchen.”

  “Better believe it, sugar. We have one at home I plan to fuck you on as well,” he smirks, stealing a kiss before heading to the bathroom.

  After an hour we have the place clean as if brand new, then we go home for a nice hot bath and some good loving. I could so get used to this.

  Chapter 23

  Jackson

  Halloween came and went in a flash with Thanksgiving around the corner. The bakery did tremendously well in sales and the next three weeks were filled with a bunch of pumpkin spice or pie orders for turkey day. She did manage to hire three teens to work on the weekends for a few hours each. The shop never stays open past five. Every day after work, I treat my woman to a relaxing bath followed three orgasms until she falls a
sleep.

  It’s a nice Saturday, and we’re getting married. The wedding is taking place on the Banks estate. It’s large and away from possible threats. All our prospects act as security along with the crew of men Mr. Banks hired. We don’t want any problems. None of those things matter to me. My pretty Penny who made our wedding cake is going to marry me. For all that I am, I hadn’t thought about how much this moment would mean to me. Fuck, Boomer was right. Love is all fucking consuming, and I need it—I need her.

  “Are you ready?” Boomer asks, staring at me with a nervous smile.

  “Of course, I am.” I’m itching to go hunt her down and bring her to me.

  “You look like you’re about to run,” he clarifies himself.

  I twist my head to the left and purse my lips, feeling offended by his suggestion. “Yeah to run and get her. Bro, this happened so fast, but it feels so right.”

  “Congratulations. You’re lucky to find someone like her. She’s a sweet girl.”

  “Thanks, Boomer. Damn, it feels like an eternity.”

  “Stop looking at the doors. There’s no trouble. The place is covered from every possible entrance and angle. Relax. It’s going to start soon, and you’ll be a married man.”

  The music starts, and he adds, “See.”

  When her maids come in, I get more impatient. And then her music plays. I see her father’s shoulder first which only adds to my need to see her. She appears in a gown that matches her beauty. It’s a strapless gown that flows out from the hips with that gauzy like material. She’s perfection and soon to be mine. Penny raises her head to look at me, sending my heart into overdrive. I lurch forward ready to claim my bride. Boomer’s arm coming out is the only thing to stop me.

  “Calm your tits, bro. She’ll be here in a minute. Her dad looks like he’ll jack your ass up.”

  “The fucker is a beast, isn’t he?”

  “And a motherfucking former CIA special agent,” Boomer mutters. We learned that about a week ago. The man was a crazy fucker, but my eyes are focused on my bride who is looking at me.

  “I’m trusting you with her,” her father says as they come upon us.

  “Thank you, sir.” He kisses her cheek, then gently places her hand in mine.

  “You are perfect,” I whisper as we turn and face the minister. The ceremony passes quickly, and then I’m given the privilege of kissing my wife. I slide my arms around her, one hand cupping her neck the other squeezing her to me.

  “I love you, Mrs. Steele,” I whisper before closing the small distance between us and claiming her lips. I pull back just to look into her eyes. “I love you, Penny. Thank you for being mine.” I kiss her once more before the guest cheer and clap for us.

  “Thank you for loving me, Jackson…and our baby,” she whispers in my ear before turning to the crowd, and the music begins for our exit.

  “Did you say? Did you say?” I stammer like a damn fool. I’m too happy to even think straight.

  “Yes, come on. We can’t mess up the exit.” She giggles as we make it down the aisle. I’m sure the pictures will show me looking stunned and my wife laughing at me.

  Once we get down the aisle to all the cameras, I turn to face the crowd and say, “We’re having a baby.” The crowd goes wild, then I scoop up my bride and carry her to the reception to the applause. I can’t wait until we can celebrate alone.

  Chapter 24

  Penny

  I wake up to Jackson’s head resting next to my belly. “I love you, little baby. I don’t care if you’re a boy or a girl as long as you come out healthy. You’re mine. I can’t wait until we meet, and I get to hold you in my arms.”

  “Is this the way we’re going to wake up every morning?”

  “No, I just wanted to say hello to my baby. I have to leave early. I’m meeting a client in Paxton this morning, and I’m already pushing the meeting back.”

  “Okay, well, I’m going into the bakery then.” I’ve been taking every other day off because of the baby and daily doses of morning sickness, making the smell of cinnamon unbearable. I was able to find two professional bakers to help most days even when I was working. It made things easier to focus. Roxie moved to the back to handle the paperwork which she was great at.

  “Why? You don’t need to go in today.”

  “I know, but I like to know how everything is going.”

  “Fine, but I’ll have one of the guys take you there. I don’t want to leave you unprotected.”

  “I’ll call Blade.”

  “Okay. Give me one more kiss then I have to go.”

  “Fine, if I must.”

  “Hush woman.” He leans over me, making sure to not apply pressure to my tiny belly, then he kisses me senseless. I sigh and drop back onto the pillow. I laugh when he kisses me down my body, giving extra kisses to my pussy.

  “I’ve got to leave, woman. Keep your tempting ass covered until I leave.”

  “Yes, Jackson. Get going because I have to pee.” He laughs then leaves the bedroom. I rush to the bathroom, then come out and get ready to head to the bakery. I sent a message to Blade who said he was on his way. Now to get some orange juice because I’m thirsty. Once I’m finished with it and washing out the glass, Blade is waiting for me at the door. All of the crew have access to the main gate, but that’s as far as they get, and they have personal codes per person, so Jackson knows who came into the house. It was installed before we met, but I’m sure it makes him feel a lot better about who’s coming over. After all that happened with the attack on the clubhouse, Mick and the women, they amped up the security.

  I open the front door, and he gives me a smile. “I’m ready. Thanks for taking me.”

  “No problem. I know how fucking crazy Jackson can be when it comes to you. Besides, it’s no hardship to go down there.”

  “Hmm…Is that because of my new baker, Madeline or my new counter girl, Jules?”

  “Um. I’m not interested in anyone.” I roll my eyes and go around to the passenger side of the truck and climb in. He can play dumb, but his interest has been noted by not just me. If Jackson didn’t get the same vibe as Roxie and me, he sure as hell wouldn’t let him constantly hang around because that would mean he was attracted to me.

  As we pull out, I won’t stop staring at him. “I swear I’m not interested in anyone.”

  “Okay,” I remark indifferently. He can lie to himself all he wants.

  “I’m not.”

  “I said okay.” Again, I have the same tone.

  He’s grumbling to himself which nearly gets me to crack up, but I keep my cool. We make it to the bakery without another word, but that’s when things go horribly wrong. A man we don’t recognize pulls out a gun on me. He’s Hispanic, so I’m betting he’s one of the cartel people they had trouble with. It doesn’t matter because I’m standing with a gun inches from my stomach.

  Blade exits the truck, and the thug turns the gun on him, but that’s a bad move. Blade is a trained knife guy. And he doesn’t need a gun in a gun fight. With a slight look in my direction, I get his meaning and gasp, fainting away. The brief distraction is just enough for Blade to throw a small knife into the man’s arm thigh. He’s on the gunman in a second with six other Riders following behind.

  “Church,” Blade orders. I know what that means the girls told me what happened when they found the bad guys who attacked them. It wasn’t pretty. “Let’s get you inside,” Blade says while Cyber and Gabe come in, too.

  “What’s going on?” Jules cries out, and all my suspicions are correct. Blade stares at her like he wants to hold her and shield from the ugliness of life.

  “Just a fool looking to rob us. Please don’t worry about it, Ms. Walker.” Roxie gives me a knowing look, and I nod, walking around the counter. My body is shaking so much that as I reach the end of it, my hand misses and I fall onto the floor. Cyber is at my side, helping me up, but the shaking isn’t getting any better.

  “Fuck, she’s in shock. We need to get Doc.”<
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  “No, I’m fine.”

  “No, you’re not. Call Doc, and I’ll call my brother,” Boomer announces. I don’t know when he got here.

  “Please don’t call Jackson.”

  “The hell if I’m not calling him. Relax. It’s for the best. He’s going to be pissed if we don’t.”

  Boomer stands there, watching the window as he makes the call. “Jackson, we have a problem. Come back home right now. Someone tried to attack Penny.” I can hear Jackson roar out something on the other end. “Calm down. Doc is on his way here. She’s not injured, just shaken up. Drive safe and get here. We’ll be at the clubhouse.” I get up and take a seat from the small corner table. Roxie brings me a bottle of water which I drink fast not realizing how thirsty I was.

  “Sure.” Boomer turns and hands the phone to me.

  I can hear Jackson breathing heavy. “Baby, I’m on my way. Fucking shit. Tell me you’re okay.”

  “I am. I am,” I choke out, hoping that he can’t hear the fear in my voice. A feeling of betrayal hits me, and I know that having Jackson out of town was an intentional move by those after me. Why me? Just because we’re married, or could Coleman be a part of it? No, he couldn’t afford it. He ran off with just enough money to live good but not great.

  “I’m coming, my love. I’ll be there soon, Penny.”

  “Please just drive safe,” I beg.

  “Of course. Love you.” He hangs up, and Doc comes in ten minutes later, breathing hard and in his white work coat.

  “I’m fine, Doc.” I’m not shaking anymore. “I promise.”

  “Let me take a look and then I’ll be the judge of that.” He takes my vitals and declares them to be a little high, but that’s because of the scare I had. “Rest, and no stress.”

  “What about the baby?” I ask.

  “Unless you feel some pain in your stomach or bleeding you should be okay.”

  “Sugar,” Jackson calls out, rushing through the door. He lifts me up from my seat and holds me close. I do my best not to show my fear. It’s hard, but I can’t let him know how messed up I feel.