Page 51 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“I like it.”

I throw my head back and laugh. Fuck, that feels good. I haven’t done that in a while. “Well, I’m glad you approve. I haven’t seen you here before. Are you from around here?”

“I moved here four years ago,” she says. “I own the hair salon Flippin’ Out. It’s downtown, just past the mall.”

I reach out, grabbing a piece of her hair, winding it around my fingers. “Your hair is soft.”

Her pupils dilate as she stares up at me. I want nothing more than to claim her fuckable mouth, but she looks like the type of woman who’d run scared if I came on too strong.

“Thanks,” she says and smiles shyly up at me.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Razor comes up, standing next to me.

Harper turns to him and smiles. “Ummm…hey.”

“This is Razor.” I signal to her. “This is Harper.”

Razor grabs her hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. I want to punch him in the side of the head because the bitches are always drawn to his boy band good looks. Fuck me, I sound like a little girl. I better watch out because they’re going to come revoke my man card.

“Can we buy you a drink?” Razor asks.

She looks between the two of us. “That would be great, but I’m here with a friend.”

“Your friend can join us. We’re here with a group of our brothers,” I tell her.

Harper smiles up at me and nods. “Okay, sure.”

I place a hand on the small of her back, ignoring the warmth that spreads up my arm. Razor stands on her other side, and we lead her over to our tables.

We decided to take our party back to the clubhouse—Harper’s friend opted not to come with us. I was sure that Harper wouldn’t come back with us, but she hopped right onto the back of my bike.

Razor helps her off my bike, and they wait for me to do the same. We lead her inside and over to the bar. “What do you want to drink?” I ask her.

“I’ll just take a whiskey and diet if you have it.” She smiles up at me.

I ask one of the prospects manning the bar to make her the drink she wants, and he grabs Razor and me beers. With our drinks in hand, we lead her over to a table.

We keep her in between us, getting her used to being touched by both Razor and me. I notice the way her eyes flit around the room. It’s a lot to take in for an outsider, and there is a good chance she could still run before the night’s over.

“Do you want to play some pool?” I stand up, and we lead her over to the table.

Harper looks in between both of us. “I don’t really know how to play.”

Razor throws his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll show you how to handle that stick.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her.

Her giggle is music to my ears. Harper turns to look at me. “What about you? Are you going to help me handle the stick too?”

I wrap my fingers around her hair again. “Baby, do you think you can handle both of our sticks?”

She looks between the two of us. “Oh, I’m sure I can.”

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. I take her lips roughly, forcing her lips open with mine until our tongues duel. Razor comes up behind her and starts kissing her neck. Harper moans into my mouth as she grips my shirt in her fist.

When I pull back, Razor spins her to face him, pulling her in for a kiss. I grab her by the hips and slide my hands up her front until I’m cupping her tits. Fuck, these are either really good fakes or she was truly blessed with the best cans I’ve ever felt.

“Why don’t we go someplace private?” I whisper against her neck.

She steps away from us both. I’ve never wanted someone to say “yes” more in my entire life.

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