Page 62 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

The door closed.

She slumped on the couch, picked up the vibrator, and flipped the switch, watched the short and rather thin plastic cock wiggle and shake.

Since she blew her shot with the real thing again, she might as well give this one a try. She spread her legs apart and dropped her head back on the sofa. Closed her eyes. She imagined Jason standing in front of her. Shirtless. In her mind, he had a dusting of soft hair on his pecs that trailed down his body and disappeared under those tight jeans.

Casey yelped at the sensation of the vibrator when it touched her, even through her yoga pants. It was nice, but it wasn’t real.

She groaned. This would never work.

Chapter Seven

Jason

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Every time Jason’s mind drifted back to Casey, and it did that a lot, he was flooded with the sense of a missed opportunity. She seemed like a sweet girl. Never mind that she was sexy as hell. Her eyes, her smile rendered him speechless. But it was her quiet confidence that drove him wild. And because he had thought with his dick and not his brain, he had lost his chance with her. Twice.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Jason looked up from cleaning the shop just to flip Aaron off.

Aaron returned the favor. “Hey, I’m not the one talking to myself.”

Jason rolled his neck. “I fucked up yesterday.”

“What’d you do?” Aaron was a good two hundred and fifty pounds, bald, and tatted head to toe, but he was always a decent sounding board, a caring guy with a good heart.

“You know my hot neighbor?”

“The smoking hot redhead with glasses?”

Jason chuckled. He must talk about her a lot. “Yeah.”

“You finally grow some balls and ask her out?”

“In a round about way.”

Aaron sat down at his desk, leafed through some of the sketches for his appointments that day. “Flowers, man. I’m telling you. Marlene would never have married me without all the flowers I sent her.”

“I feel like I owe her more than that.”

“What the hell did you do, Jason?”

“There was a mix up with a sex toy.”

Aaron laughed, held up his hands. “Forget I asked.”

But Jason wouldn’t forget his advice. Flowers.

Chapter Eight

Casey

“Flowers? For me?” Casey felt her face warm. She had never been sent flowers before.

“I guess so.” Warren set the mixed bouquet on her desk. Without her permission, or any tact at all, he grabbed the card and read it aloud for everyone in the office to hear.

“Sorry about yesterday. Come over for cake tonight. Real cake. XO. Johnny Anaconda.”

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