Page 68 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“For turning me on?”

She laughed. “We just met. I don’t really know you. I shouldn’t be?”

“My middle name is Anthony. I lost both parents and a sister to a car crash ten years ago. Five-year plan is to open another shop across town. Believe it or not, I would love to have a couple kids one day. And Casey, my god, I am beyond attracted to you.”

Casey bit her lip. Had no idea what to say. That was a lot of information to throw at a girl in thirty seconds. “Um, wow.”

“Now you know me. May I kiss you?”

She nodded, and before she could speak, his mouth was crushed against hers.

Chapter Eleven

Jason

This girl had him in knots more complicated than the Celtic twist on his back. She had boldness in spades and shocked the hell out of him when she touched his ink.

Her moan as his tongue pressed between her lips was the catalyst for him. She tasted of beer and chocolate and perfection. He was sure he was groaning right back.

When the burning in his lungs made him pull back, he opened his eyes to find her watching him.

She giggled and reached up to touch her lips. “Hi.”

“Sorry. I had intentions to behave myself, tonight, Casey.”

“My fault. I touched your nipple.”

Jason laughed. “It’s all right. I should have known you were a bad girl. The vibrator and all.”

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to bring that up.” She shoved his chest.

He caught her hand and brought it back to his lips. “I like to see you blush.”

“I don’t think I’ve stopped.”

“No. You haven’t.” He tugged her hand and pulled her closer. “Come here. You can see the tats on my shoulders a little better from here.”

“You want me to sit on your lap?” She was still breathless; the rise and fall of her breasts was hypnotizing.

“I would love it.”

She set her hands on his shoulders and straddled his thighs. He was unable to keep his hands from her hips, her round ass.

“You okay?” He had to check.

“Mm.”

Jason leaned in and kissed below her ear. Took a minute to breathe in her perfume. Peaches.

“What does this one mean?” Her fingers traced a design on his right shoulder.

“The demon? I belong to The Rolling Devils. We’re a motorcycle club and…”

“No, this one.”

He was relieved she wasn’t scared of him. “It’s Maori.”

“Have you been to New Zealand?”

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