Page 55 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

Harper

Today is my day off so I’m doing my usual Sunday morning deep clean, and thankfully my place is small, so it takes no time at all. I need to keep busy, though, because it’s been almost a week since Razor surprised me, showing up at my shop.

He said he wanted to see me, but I haven’t seen him or heard from him. Maybe he was just looking to get laid and I was more than willing to screw him. I shake my head. I’m an idiot.

When I finish cleaning, I hop into the shower, quickly washing my body and shaving. After I finish, I dry off and then moisturize. I let my hair down and shake it out. It looks like sex hair; I love it. I throw on a pair of black cotton shorts and a red fitted t-shirt. Slipping my feet into my flip-flops, I grab my purse and then head out.

I grab a basket since it’s just me and I don’t grab a lot of stuff because I eat out a lot. When I’m finished, I carry my bags out to my car, loading them into the trunk.

When I get home, I carry my bags upstairs and then put my groceries away. I decide to grab a bottle of water and my Kindle and head up to the roof. I have a couple of chairs up here and sit in one, resting my feet on the other.

I start reading this love story that has had me crying so hard multiple times, but it’s such a beautiful story I can’t stop reading. After an hour, I grab my water and head back downstairs. I should see what Hailey and Tyler are doing, but I know they have their little routine that they like to stick to.

I throw on Dirty Dancing and lie down on the couch. It’s not long before I feel my eyes get heavy and fall asleep.

Knock, knock, knock. I open my eyes and blink away the confusion. That’s when I hear someone knocking. I stumble toward the door and look through the peephole. It’s Edge. How did he know where I live? “Harper, open the door,” he says from the other side.

I unlock it and open the door. “Hey, Edge.”

He shakes his head. “I want you to call me Wyatt.”

“O-Okay. What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” He steps inside, forcing me to step back. Wyatt pushes the door shut.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy. I can’t get over that hot little body of yours.”

He’s so beautiful and so different than Razor—more rugged, where Razor has boy band good looks. I’m just curious though. “Why are you here?”

Wyatt comes toward me and then lifts me up into his arms. My legs go around his waist, and I grab his face, tilting it back and attacking his lips. God, what is wrong with me, making out with two guys almost a week apart?

He lowers me to my bed and comes down on top of me. Shit, I love the weight of him on me. His cock is hard as he thrusts against me. I moan against his lips and then brush my tongue against his.

I raise my arms as he whips my t-shirt off. He reaches behind me, unhooking my bra. As soon as my breasts are freed, he leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth.

He switches back and forth between nipples, sucking on them and pinching them until I can’t take it anymore. I writhe underneath him, rubbing against his hard dick.

He pulls his sleeveless t-shirt off and then stands up, stripping out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Wyatt picks up his jeans, grabbing a condom from his wallet. He quickly sheaths himself before climbing back on the bed.

Wyatt’s dick looks even bigger in the daylight, but I know it feels good. He crawls between my legs and lines his cock up with my pussy and slides in. We both groan as he buries himself to the hilt.

He grabs my thigh and pulls my leg up over his hip, sinking deeper inside of me. I hold onto him as he begins fucking me. “Shit, baby, you’ve got such a tight cunt.”

I pull him down for a kiss and suck his tongue into my mouth. He grabs my hands and pulls them up and over my head, pinning them to the mattress. Wyatt gets up on his knees and spreads our legs wider and then begins fucking me with abandon.

“Rub your clit, baby, help me get you there,” he growls.

I reach between us, rubbing my clit until the familiar stirrings of an orgasm start. He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth until I begin to come. Wyatt picks up the pace and fucks me roughly into the mattress. He begins to growl as he pumps once, twice, and then plants himself to the hilt, coming inside of me.

I whimper as he pulls out of me. “Let me get rid of this. I’ll be right back.” Rolling to my side, I watch him walk naked into my bathroom. A few minutes later, I hear the toilet flush and then the sink turn on and off. He comes back in and climbs on the bed and lies next to me.

“I’m sorry I left you guys that night at your clubhouse. I—”

Wyatt covers my mouth. “Don’t, baby. I talked to Razor. He told me he talked to you.”

I freeze. “What?”

He rolls to his side. “Baby, Razor is my best friend. I know he was over here with you.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. I grab my pillow and put it over my head. “I’m not a slut.” It sounds muffled due to my pillow.

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