Knights' Sinner

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Spike rolls his eyes, and walks over to Ciara, leaning down to capture her mouth in his. Addison groans. “Grosse!”

He pulls his mouth from Ciara’s, and plants a big, sloppy kiss on Addi’s cheek. It makes a loud smacking sound, and I laugh softly.

“There you go precious, no need to be jealous.”

Addison lets me go to wipe her cheek furiously, “Oh sick...sick!”

Ciara giggles. “She likes it, secretly.”

Cade walks over, wrapping his arms around Addison. “She better fuckin’ not!”

Addi grins up at him. “My lips are only made for you, amongst other things.”

“Ew,” I mumble, stepping away.

“Right, boys, we got a meeting,” Jackson announces, staring at me again. I shudder.

“You girls be here when we’re done?” Spike asks.

“You know we will be,” Ciara smiles.

They kiss their women once more, before walking out. When they’re gone, Ciara turns to me and squeals.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Addison, your daddy was just giving our Serenity here the fuck me eyes.”

“What?” I cry. “He was not!”

“Oh my god!” Addison groans. “He wasn’t?”

Ciara nods her head furiously. “He totally was. He was checkin’ her out!”

“Oh no, no way.”

I feel my cheeks burn. “I think pregnancy has given you hallucinations, Ciara.”

She shakes her head. “Nuh uh, I saw it. Jackson wants to give you more than two pumps!”

I feel my eyes widen. “He’s too old!” I cry.

“He’s only forty,” Addison says. “You know, older men are said to be better in bed.”

“Addison!” I gasp. “That’s your father!”

“Yeah,” she grins. “But he ain’t yours!”

“You girls stop it, Jackson is off the list!”

“Jackson wants Serenity,” Ciara sings, doing a little dance.

“Oh la la!” Addison adds, joining in.

I put my head in my hands. They both laugh, and wrap an arm around me.

“You’re nearly twenty-six, he’s nearly forty, it’s not a huge gap you know,” Ciara says into my ear. “And he’s mega fine for an oldie!”

I groan. “Oh my god!”

“I mean, I never want to imagine my father doing...that...but he is kind of lonely,” Addison says, giggling.

“You know, I’ve seen Jackson doing that, don’t you?” Ciara groans.

I lift my head. “Seriously?”

“Yep, with another man and a woman. He likes to share his girls.”

I feel my cheeks heat. So they know about Jackson?

“You’re not reacting...” Addison says, narrowing her eyes. “Oh my god, you know don’t you?”

“I may have caught him and Muff tag teaming the other night...”

Addison squeals and covers her ears. “God, no!”

“Oh, you caught them?!” Ciara laughs. “No wonder he was eye fucking you.”

“He was not!” I laugh.

“He totally was!”

I throw my hands up, still laughing. “You two are so wrong, I’m going to get to work, join me when you move on from your shenanigans.”

I leave to the sound of both of them giggling.

I leave a room for the first time in my life, completely happy.

CHAPTER 8

JACKSON

I can’t get her out of my head. She’s in there and she ain’t budging. Serenity. Fucking Serenity. She’s so fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ gorgeous. I shouldn’t even be lookin’ at her, but there she was, talkin’ freely about her innocence and blushing so damn sweet. I want her. It doesn’t matter how much I try to tell myself I don’t, I do. That kiss, fuck, that kiss. It consumed me. All night I lay awake, thinkin’ about it, wondering how the fuck I was going to get around this one. I can’t ignore it, I know that, but I can’t pretend it’s not happenin’ either.

I’m in the shower, trying to wash away all the tension of the morning. I’ve tried to clear my head, but I can’t get her to budge. I had to get away from the compound, just for an hour. I fill my palm with shampoo, and lather it into my hair, before throwing my head back and washing it out. My body is tight, my dick is hard, and I am acting like a love struck teenager. I don’t know what the attraction is, granted she’s fucking gorgeous, but she’s so much younger than me. I’ve never looked at a younger woman, never even thought about it, but she gets to me. It’s like we have something between us that just can’t be explained.

I get out of the shower and take a towel off the rack, running it over my body. I let out a deep sigh, and stare down at my dick, hard, standing on alert, and not going anywhere anytime soon. It jerks when I remember that kiss, when I remember her lips on mine. I will not fucking jerk off to a memory of her. I won’t do it. It’s fucking sick. Isn’t it? Closing my eyes, I reach down and wrap my fingers around my dick, squeezing it. Little bolts of pleasure shoot up my spine and I shudder. Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. I haven’t wanted to fuck a woman so much in years.

I begin stroking up and down, in a slow, steady rhythm. I groan, letting my head fall back. I move my hand a little faster, widening my stance so I don’t stumble backwards. Fuck, feels so damn good. I hate having to do this myself, but I have no interest in going anywhere near one of the club whores. No, my stupid, fucked up head only wants one thing - Serenity. I stroke harder, faster, my breath hitches as I feel my dick swell in my hand. One more hard jerk and I come. I feel the warmth hit my hand, and I hear my own groan as I gently slow the pace.

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