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.