Page 54 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells me.

The salon is empty besides her, I don’t like that, it’s not safe…wait. What? “Is anyone else here with you?”

She shakes her long blonde hair. “No, but Lori, one of the other stylists, just left so I haven’t been here alone very long.”

“Good, but if you’re here alone, you should lock the front door. It’s safer for you.”

Harper looks me over closely and then nods. “I’ll make sure it’s locked when I’m here alone.”

I look around. “You own this place?”

“I do. It’s been mine for two years. Come with me. I’ll give you a tour.” I flip the deadbolt on her front door and flip the closed sign before I take her offered hand. She shows me every little detail, and I’m really impressed because she put a lot of thought into what she wanted and then worked to get it.

“That’s really great, babe. I mean, it’s not my style, but if I were a chick, I would definitely dig getting my hair cut here.”

Harper beams with pride as she leads me through the salon, her hand still in mine. We step down a little hallway, and she steps inside a dark room, flipping on the light.

The room is painted a soft pink, white trim, and a chrome light fixture. She stands in the middle of the room and turns to me. “This will eventually be where the massage therapist will do massages. I have interviews starting next week. The table I got is so amazing. It feels like lying on a cloud.”

My dick perks up at the thought of her hands on me, but then I have to ask the question that’s been on my mind. “Why did you leave while we were sleeping? You didn’t say bye.” I cross my arms over my chest. I was surprised with how disappointed I was that she had left. It was even more surprising that Edge was pissed.

Harper’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and she looks down at her feet. I step toward her and grip her chin, tilting her face up. “Tell me why.”

“I-I just figured you’d want me gone. I didn’t want you to kick me out and make me feel bad, like I was a slut or something.” She says that last part softly.

I pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. Fuck, her hair smells like what I imagine sunshine smelling like—wait what? Tilting her head back, I lean down, kissing her lips.

She opens her mouth to me when I lick the seam of her lips. I moan as her tongue brushes mine. I wrap my arms around Harper as I deepen the kiss. I slide my hands down her back until I reach the hem of her dress.

Her skin is silky smooth as I slide my hands up under her dress. I reach a pair of silk panties. “Fuck,” I whisper against her lips. “This is not why I came over here, but I want you so bad right now.”

“I-I live upstairs. You can come up if you want,” she says quietly.

I kiss Harper. “Okay.” She grabs her bag and takes hold of my hand. “Come on.” We head out the back door, and she opens the other door, and I follow her up the stairs with her beautiful ass right in my face.

She lets me inside her little studio apartment. It’s small, but cute, and it suits her. Harper bends over and unbuckles both of her shoes, kicking them off. Fuck, she’s trying to torture me, sticking her ass up in the air.

When she stands upright, I realize just how tiny she is. Harper picks up her shoes and sets them against the wall. She walks back toward me. “Um…this is my place. There’s not much to see, but this is it.”

“It definitely looks like you—very…girly.”

Harper places a hand on her hip and points her finger at me. “I should hope so, since I am a girl.”

I pull her into my arms. “You’ve got a sassy mouth. I like it.” Picking her up, I kiss her thoroughly, but my cellphone ringing interrupts us. “Shit, babe, I’ve got to get this.”

She smiles and nods before heading into the kitchenette, grabbing a beer. Harper hands me one as I answer my phone. “What’s up, Sly?”

“We’re having church. Get here as soon as you can.”

Shit, of course. “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I disconnect and set my beer on the counter. “Sorry, babe, I’ve got club business.” I pull her to me for a kiss. “I want to see you again.”

She smiles and nods. “I’d like to see you too.”

“Good. I’ll be in touch.”

I reluctantly walk out and head out into the night. I climb onto my bike and head toward the clubhouse.

Chapter Six

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