Knights' Sinner
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“You haven’t been around, Jackson. I’ve missed you.”
“Yeah, busy,” I grumble.
“You know, Muff is keen to try me out with you...if you’re interested. I’ll come around when I get back from the city in a few days.”
My dick twitches. Fuck it. I know I’m dirty, I don’t mind sharing a woman with my club members every now and then, and this girl knows it. She’s usually the one in between us. Muff though? I had no idea Muff was into that shit.
“Muff isn’t one of my guys,” I say, raising my brows at her. “You been fuckin’ Spike’s guys?”
She snorts. “The two clubs might as well merge into one, they’re always here.”
She makes a valid point. The only reason they haven’t done so, is because Spike is too damned proud and likes the idea of being President. Fair enough too, I wouldn’t give up the role easily. It’s my life.
“Yeah, I’m keen,” I say, needing to relieve some of this fuckin’ pressure building inside me.
She leans up on her toes, running her tongue over my bottom lip. “I’ll be there, Muff too.”
I pull her in for a deep, pretty wet, kiss. She’s a bad kisser, but who am I to be judgmental? I’m forty and alone. I pull back from the kiss and reach down, gently running a thumb over the cleavage popping over her top. She mewls like a damned pussy cat, and gives me a sultry expression.
“Later then,” I murmur, turning away.
“Later, handsome.”
I shake my head and get onto my bike, starting it up.
I’m outta here.
I need to breathe.
CHAPTER 4
SERENITY
Tonight is my fourth night here, and apparently Addi is going to Cade’s for the evening so I’m alone. Jackson won’t come home tonight, because I’m here and it’s kind of tense for him to be around me. I can’t blame him really, it’s his house and I’m not someone he knows, or probably trusts. So, for now, it’s just me. I thought about throwing on a movie, eating chocolate and spending a moment forgetting about my situation, but as soon as I walk into Jackson’s house, and see the mess, I decide to pay him in my own way for letting me stay. I start cleaning his home.
I shimmy into a pair of small shorts, and tie my top up at the waist. I bundle my hair onto the top of my head, and get started. I throw some music on to help. The kitchen, living room, and dining room take me two hours to clean. The bathrooms take another two. By the time I am around to cleaning the floors, I am soaked from head to toe, smelling like bleach and god knows what else, and I’m exhausted. I’m on my hands and knees, scrubbing old stains off the kitchen floor when they come in. I don’t even hear them over the music, or my cussing about the filth. I hear a loud, “Holy fuck!” and spin around, slipping and crashing into the cupboards. My head takes a pretty hard knock, and for a moment I lay there dazed.
“Fuck, are you ok?”
I open my eyes with a wince to see Jackson leaning over me, offering me his hand. With a flush to my cheeks, I take it. He helps me to my feet, and his arms go around me to steady my body. It’s then I realize the position he just saw me in. I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air, scrubbing. Jackson just got a good view of my ass. When I’m steady, Jackson lets me go and is giving me a very strange look. I feel my heart begin to thud, oh no, he’s angry at me. I’m such an idiot. I notice then, that he’s not alone. No, he’s with Muff, and I realize not only did he see my ass, Muff did too. I know this, because Muff’s grinning at me. My cheeks flush and I begin to babble.
“I’m sorry, I was just trying to earn my keep and do the right thing. I didn’t mean to make you angry, Jackson...”
“Princess,” Muff begins, cutting me off. “He ain’t angry.”
I give him a confused expression. “But...”
I look to Jackson, who is still staring at me, his eyes blazing.
“He’s givin’ you that look, baby, because your shirt is...um...”
I quickly glance down, horrified, wondering if my shirt has lifted and I don’t even know. Instead, I see that it hasn’t lifted, no, it’s much worse. It’s become see through. I am only wearing a thin, white sports bra and a white top, all of which are soaked because of the water and bleach. I am high beaming Jackson. My nipples are hard - I blame the cold - and they are sticking out. I squeal and quickly cover my chest, cursing for being so stupid. I take a step backwards, slip, scream, and Jackson reaches out, gripping me quickly and pulling me forward...again. I land with a crash into his chest, and oh, his body is pressing against mine in the most sensual way. I can feel every inch of him and I like it. This could NOT get any more embarrassing. First he sees my ass, then my hard nipples, and now our bodies are rubbing together and I’m getting all hot about it.
I am wrong about it not getting worse.
When I move, I realize that Jackson is hard.
He. Is. Hard.
Oh Jesus. I yelp, shove out of his arms and turn, muttering apologies and mumbling curses under my breath. I hit the stairs, slip again, cry out, curse and scurry up on my hands and knees.
Someone kill me now.
The last thing I hear before slamming the door behind me is Muff’s booming laugh.
~*~
SERENITY
I hide in my room for the next two hours. What else can I do? I can’t show my face downstairs. I know they’re still there, because I can hear them chatting and laughing. I’m clean, wearing a dark top that has no chance of showing nipple, sitting on my bed listening to my stomach rumble. I’m hungry, all that exercise and cleaning does that to a person. I rub my belly, contemplating if it’s worth going down and facing my shame, when someone knocks on my door. I jerk, and open my mouth to whisper a ‘come in’ when Jackson opens the door. Too bad if I was naked.
“Yeah, busy,” I grumble.
“You know, Muff is keen to try me out with you...if you’re interested. I’ll come around when I get back from the city in a few days.”
My dick twitches. Fuck it. I know I’m dirty, I don’t mind sharing a woman with my club members every now and then, and this girl knows it. She’s usually the one in between us. Muff though? I had no idea Muff was into that shit.
“Muff isn’t one of my guys,” I say, raising my brows at her. “You been fuckin’ Spike’s guys?”
She snorts. “The two clubs might as well merge into one, they’re always here.”
She makes a valid point. The only reason they haven’t done so, is because Spike is too damned proud and likes the idea of being President. Fair enough too, I wouldn’t give up the role easily. It’s my life.
“Yeah, I’m keen,” I say, needing to relieve some of this fuckin’ pressure building inside me.
She leans up on her toes, running her tongue over my bottom lip. “I’ll be there, Muff too.”
I pull her in for a deep, pretty wet, kiss. She’s a bad kisser, but who am I to be judgmental? I’m forty and alone. I pull back from the kiss and reach down, gently running a thumb over the cleavage popping over her top. She mewls like a damned pussy cat, and gives me a sultry expression.
“Later then,” I murmur, turning away.
“Later, handsome.”
I shake my head and get onto my bike, starting it up.
I’m outta here.
I need to breathe.
CHAPTER 4
SERENITY
Tonight is my fourth night here, and apparently Addi is going to Cade’s for the evening so I’m alone. Jackson won’t come home tonight, because I’m here and it’s kind of tense for him to be around me. I can’t blame him really, it’s his house and I’m not someone he knows, or probably trusts. So, for now, it’s just me. I thought about throwing on a movie, eating chocolate and spending a moment forgetting about my situation, but as soon as I walk into Jackson’s house, and see the mess, I decide to pay him in my own way for letting me stay. I start cleaning his home.
I shimmy into a pair of small shorts, and tie my top up at the waist. I bundle my hair onto the top of my head, and get started. I throw some music on to help. The kitchen, living room, and dining room take me two hours to clean. The bathrooms take another two. By the time I am around to cleaning the floors, I am soaked from head to toe, smelling like bleach and god knows what else, and I’m exhausted. I’m on my hands and knees, scrubbing old stains off the kitchen floor when they come in. I don’t even hear them over the music, or my cussing about the filth. I hear a loud, “Holy fuck!” and spin around, slipping and crashing into the cupboards. My head takes a pretty hard knock, and for a moment I lay there dazed.
“Fuck, are you ok?”
I open my eyes with a wince to see Jackson leaning over me, offering me his hand. With a flush to my cheeks, I take it. He helps me to my feet, and his arms go around me to steady my body. It’s then I realize the position he just saw me in. I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air, scrubbing. Jackson just got a good view of my ass. When I’m steady, Jackson lets me go and is giving me a very strange look. I feel my heart begin to thud, oh no, he’s angry at me. I’m such an idiot. I notice then, that he’s not alone. No, he’s with Muff, and I realize not only did he see my ass, Muff did too. I know this, because Muff’s grinning at me. My cheeks flush and I begin to babble.
“I’m sorry, I was just trying to earn my keep and do the right thing. I didn’t mean to make you angry, Jackson...”
“Princess,” Muff begins, cutting me off. “He ain’t angry.”
I give him a confused expression. “But...”
I look to Jackson, who is still staring at me, his eyes blazing.
“He’s givin’ you that look, baby, because your shirt is...um...”
I quickly glance down, horrified, wondering if my shirt has lifted and I don’t even know. Instead, I see that it hasn’t lifted, no, it’s much worse. It’s become see through. I am only wearing a thin, white sports bra and a white top, all of which are soaked because of the water and bleach. I am high beaming Jackson. My nipples are hard - I blame the cold - and they are sticking out. I squeal and quickly cover my chest, cursing for being so stupid. I take a step backwards, slip, scream, and Jackson reaches out, gripping me quickly and pulling me forward...again. I land with a crash into his chest, and oh, his body is pressing against mine in the most sensual way. I can feel every inch of him and I like it. This could NOT get any more embarrassing. First he sees my ass, then my hard nipples, and now our bodies are rubbing together and I’m getting all hot about it.
I am wrong about it not getting worse.
When I move, I realize that Jackson is hard.
He. Is. Hard.
Oh Jesus. I yelp, shove out of his arms and turn, muttering apologies and mumbling curses under my breath. I hit the stairs, slip again, cry out, curse and scurry up on my hands and knees.
Someone kill me now.
The last thing I hear before slamming the door behind me is Muff’s booming laugh.
~*~
SERENITY
I hide in my room for the next two hours. What else can I do? I can’t show my face downstairs. I know they’re still there, because I can hear them chatting and laughing. I’m clean, wearing a dark top that has no chance of showing nipple, sitting on my bed listening to my stomach rumble. I’m hungry, all that exercise and cleaning does that to a person. I rub my belly, contemplating if it’s worth going down and facing my shame, when someone knocks on my door. I jerk, and open my mouth to whisper a ‘come in’ when Jackson opens the door. Too bad if I was naked.
