Page 53 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

I’m so overwhelmed right now and feel like I’m about to detonate. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Edge growls from behind me. I moan around Razor’s cock.

“We’re going to make you come so hard,” Razor says right before leaning over me and slapping my ass. “Oh, she liked that. She’s gonna suck the cum right out of me.” He grabs my hair and holds it in a ponytail. “Are you gonna swallow every drop, baby?” I moan around him.

The beginnings of my orgasm rock me, my whole body shudders, and my mind goes hazy as I come. They both begin picking up the pace, Razor comes with a shout, and I swallow every drop of him down. Edge picks up the pace, thrusting into me over and over. He reaches around and rubs my clit until I come again, this one quick and intense.

When he finally plants himself to the root, I feel him jerk inside of me as he comes. When he finally pulls out, he kisses the middle of my back, and then I collapse face down on the mattress.

There’s movement around me, and then someone drags me against their body. “Rest up, baby. It’s going to be a long night.” I’m not sure who says it, but I give a non-committal grunt and then promptly pass out.

Chapter Five

Razor

I throw my toolbox across the garage. “Fuck!” My brothers watch as I pace back and forth. I know I look like a lunatic right now, but someone broke into our shop and stole the plans for a custom bike I was beginning to build.

The bike, once finished, would go for almost fifty thousand. I already had someone who wanted first dibs.

“Brother, you need to calm down.” Sly steps in front of me. “We’re going to find out who did this and we’ll get them back. We’ll make them pay.”

I pull my hat off and scrub a hand over my head. “How the fuck did they know where to look, Sly? They took them right out of the motherfucking safe.” I lean in. “If I find out we have someone here that helped make this happen, I will kill them.”

I step outside and light a joint. I’m so fucking pissed right now I can’t think straight. My designs are one of a kind, and it’s my entire vision from the beginning to the very end.

I have my suspicions about who might’ve stolen them, but they wore black and masks. A few towns over there is a MC that has been trying to steal our prospects and at one point tried to get me to join them and work at their garage. The Devil Vipers are fucking scum, and I meant what I said, that I’ll end whoever stole them.

I hit it twice before I snuff it out. I step back inside, and I see that someone picked up my toolbox and tools.

Ace comes over to me. “We’ll find out who took them. They’ll pay.” I nod and then head into the locker room. My brothers know when I’m like this it’s best to stay out of my way.

I don’t have anything going on right now since that bike was what I had on my agenda today. After throwing my coveralls into my locker, I grab my cut and throw it on.

I chew on a piece of gum as I head out to my bike. I’m not sure where I’m going; I just need to blow off some steam. The sun starts to set as I ride along the river. It’s a good night to be out and on my bike.

There is just something about the wind in my face, the speed, and the feeling of freedom that calls to me like no other.

I haven’t eaten yet and I’m fucking starving. I’m near downtown so I decide to see what’s nearby. There’s a little diner right on the main road so I pull in and park. Inside I take a seat by the window. My waitress, who looks like she’s about to give birth, takes my order. “I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger with everything and fries. Can I also get a Coke to drink?”

She takes my menu and then disappears. I stare out the window, people watching. I look across the street at the beauty salon, Flippin’ Out. The blonde standing by the front door, talking to an older woman, is the girl that Edge and I took home two weeks ago.

Harper was the hottest piece of ass that I’ve tapped in a long time. Fuck, she was so responsive to every single touch. After the first round, she napped for about a half hour before we were going at it again. She’s got the tightest pussy I’ve ever been inside. Hell, I couldn’t get enough of her mouth either.

By the time the night was over, the three of us had passed out. When we woke up in the morning, she was gone, but she did leave us a note, thanking us for showing her an amazing time.

I didn’t tell Edge, but I kept the note; it’s folded up in my wallet. I’ve never had someone thank me for fucking them before, and for some reason I thought it was cute…sweet.

We thought about reaching out to her to hang out again, but we don’t normally go back for seconds—we don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Therefore, we didn’t reach out.

My waitress drops off my drink and my burger basket, and while I eat, I watch Harper like a crazy person. She’s cutting someone’s hair and smiling while she does it. Fuck, she’s pretty.

Harper’s so much different than the girls who usually party with us at the clubhouse, but that didn’t stop her from coming back with us and ultimately having a private party with the two of us.

Once I finish eating and pay the check, I see that Harper is sweeping the floor. I make a quick decision and jog across the street to her salon. I pop a piece of gum in my mouth and then step inside.

The place is girly, with the pink walls, white workstations and chairs, the floor looks like it’s white marble, and there is chrome everywhere. She turns around when she hears the bell chime and freezes when she sees me.

Her cheeks turn the most delicious shade of pink, and I know she’s remembering every second of our night together. “H-Hey, Razor. How are you?”

“I was having a shit day, went for a ride, and stopped to grab dinner. I saw you were working and decided to come say hi.” As she walks toward me, I take in her outfit. She’s wearing a pink short-sleeved shirtdress with a wide white belt around her waist. On her feet are a pair of platform tan wedges. “You look gorgeous.”

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