Page 61 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

Jessa snorted. “So…why didn’t you do anything about it? Forget the toy, you were mere inches away from the real thing.”

Casey paced back across the room for the twentieth time in the last five minutes. “This is all your fault, anyway, Jess.” She pitched her voice up high and nasal. “Get a vibrator. You’re a modern, independent woman in a big city. You deserve to have a little fun.”

Jessa could not seem to stop laughing. “I do not sound like that.”

“Jess. Not the point, here.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll order you a new one. My treat. Clearly, your neighbor wants to keep yours.” Jessa snickered. “Can you wait two days? Or should I pay extra for speedy delivery?”

There was a knock at the door. “Jess. I’m going to call you back. My food’s here.”

“Okay, Case. Hang in there. Orgasms are on the way.”

Casey groaned and then tossed the phone on the couch and grabbed her wallet. “Coming.”

Chinese food solved everything. If anyone deserved deep fried wontons, it was her.

But it wasn’t the delivery man at the door. Oh, no. It was Jason. Black t-shirt stretched over his broad chest, arms sleeved in beautiful tattoos. Hair like Elvis, lip curled up…like Elvis.

“Hi. I thought you were…”

“Johnny Anaconda from Porn Place? Nope. Sorry to disappoint. Just Jason from next door.”

He held out an empty measuring cup. “I actually came over to borrow a cup of sugar.”

Casey laughed. She knew she was blushing, but there was nothing she could do about that. “Sugar?”

“Sure.”

“I’m sorry about before. Shoving you out the door.”

He let himself inside. For the second time that night. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t make a good first impression.”

“So, you’re going to bake me a cake with my sugar? Apologize?”

“I could give it a try.” He nodded at her legs. “I see you do own pants.”

Still standing at the open front door, Casey rolled her eyes. Thank god she had the mind to pull her new yoga pants on. “You’re not here for sugar, are you?”

“We could call it that.”

“Oh, god. Get out.”

“But?” He reached behind his back and tugged something from his back pocket. “Don’t you want this?”

There it was. Her brand-new vibrator, vibrating and twirling, and god, that looked fun, in the hands of her dream man, the man she had thought about while touching herself for weeks.

And he wanted some sugar. From her. With her. God, she couldn’t think straight with him in the room. With him looking at her like that.

“Look.” She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping the action didn’t push her breasts up, but judging by his eyes, it had. Casey cleared her throat. “I think you should go.” The words sounded strained. Like someone else was talking through her.

He looked both shocked and impressed and tossed the toy on the sofa. “Of course.” He raised his hands and walked toward the door, backwards into the hallway as if he were a criminal.

But when he looked at her, he was anything but innocent. He had a smirk on his face, a look that told her he wanted her, and he knew he was going to have her too. “Casey. Fuck, baby. I’m next door if you need me.”

The way he said fuck; the way he called her baby, so personal; the deep timbre in his voice did something to her belly, lower.

But she was struck speechless by the sweetness that was shining through his rough exterior.

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