Page 38 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

I nodded slowly, unsure where this was heading.

I finished the glass and put it down on the kitchen counter. I was done here, and I was starting to miss the bedroom upstairs.

The guy had other intentions, though. He took the few steps between us, and I looked down to avoid his gray eyes. My eyes fell to his patch, which I should’ve looked at sooner. V. President, it said. Great.

His hand came up, and his finger ran along my jawline. “Next time you need help,” he said in a low, husky voice, “use that pretty mouth of yours to ask.”

Four years ago

Wilder

It didn’t take her long to have me wrapped around her little finger. I thought I would never commit to anything unless it had to do something with the club. But Kiplyn? I had to make her mine.

I didn’t like the thought of Duke moving into our club with his little sister, but the second I saw her standing there in the kitchen, trying to reach for that glass, I knew she was special. She was shy. Scared, even.

The way she looked at me as I got closer, it seemed as if she wanted to run and hide from me. That wasn’t really my intention, but I didn’t approach women in any other way.

Sweet butts were easy. They wanted to be treated like someone special but took every bit of shit we gave them with pride. They didn’t care if we’d sleep with them and five minutes later have another girl sucking us dry. They loved being around the club. They had a choice.

Kiplyn didn’t. She had no other place to go, even if Duke would let her. So, the first year she spent at the club I made sure that I was the only guy ever getting close to her. Her long, fiery red hair stood out in a crowd of millions, and those baby blues of hers fascinated me from the moment I got a glimpse of them. She didn’t need makeup, and if she did use it, I told her to take it off again. I wanted to be able to see every single freckle on her skin.

I was twenty-one when I first met her, and I knew she was off-limits. But this club didn’t play by the rules when it came to women. Of course, I wasn’t going to take Kip to bed, when all she ever experienced with a guy was a simple kiss. That’s what she told me when I asked her about it. I wanted to know what she was comfortable with, so our first kiss had yet to happen.

Sure, I had to somehow get off occasionally and used some sweet butt to do so, but as soon as Kiplyn was ready, I promised myself that she would be the only girl I’d touch.

Kiplyn didn’t know where our relationship was headed. She saw me as a guy who was protective of her, just like her brother. But I saw the way she looked at me. Her eyes told me things she never said.

I was holding her in my arms, the way I did most nights. I made her move into a separate room at the club, so Duke could have his own fun. I spent most nights in her new room, cuddling her and keeping her close.

It was early in the morning, and the sun wasn’t out yet. I was lying on my back, with Kiplyn’s arm and leg over my body and her face hiding in the crook of my neck. My left hand moved over her back, and with my right, I scratched her head softly.

For this whole year, I thought this was all I needed from her. But I wasn’t the only one wanting more.

Kip’s hand moved from my chest down to my stomach, where she could feel all my muscles. Her leg moved over my already hardening cock, and I reached down with my hand to stop her from doing it again. She’d done this before, teasing me.

“Kip, stop,” I growled, knowing she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I was five years older, and I didn’t want to cause any shit with her brother for being romantically involved with his sister.

“No,” she mumbled against my skin, moving her leg once more, causing my dick to twitch in my shorts.

“Kiplyn,” I warned, now cupping her jaw and turning her head to make her look at me. “I told you before. I’m not going to fuck you, no matter how much you tease and beg.”

Her brows furrowed. She wasn’t happy with that, so she moved her hand to my waistband, gripping it tightly. “I’m not going to wait until I’m eighteen, Wilder. You want it, too.”

Fuck, yeah, I did. But she’s a virgin, no experience whatsoever. I wanted it to be special for her. Not just a quick fuck to get it over with.

I pulled her hand away from my waistband then looked into her eyes. “I love you, Kip. But we gotta wait.”

She sighed. “I’ll turn eighteen in five months. If you love me, how have you never wanted to strip me and touch me? Or kiss me…” she whispered, looking at my lips.

I have kissed her neck before to make her fall asleep. When she was upset, that was one way to calm her down. But I never dared to do more than that. And had I known what would’ve happened just hours later, I might have taken her up on her offer and slept with her, to show her just how much I loved her.

Chapter One

Kiplyn

It’s been four years since they took him to jail. He went without a fight, letting two officers handcuff him in the middle of the club, in front of everyone. He was being charged for arson, although he wasn’t the one who set a neighbor’s house on fire. Luckily, no one was inside when it happened.

To this day, we had no idea who the mastermind behind that whole shit show was, making it look like Wilder was the one doing it. He could’ve fought against it. He could’ve pleaded not guilty because the little evidence the judge had was not enough to decide to put him to jail for four years.

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