Page 72 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

She laughed at that. “You’re a sweet guy.”

“You sound surprised.”

“You’re tattooed from head to toe. You swear a lot. You look tough. And you’re in a motorcycle club.”

“True, but my mom raised me right.”

“I didn’t mean to judge.”

“Casey. If you want a bad boy, I can be that for you. Just know, I wouldn’t hurt you like that asshole roommate of yours, okay?”

She nodded. Believed him.

“Why did you have a roommate, anyway?”

“Rent. I was broke when I moved to LA. Even this place is a little over my budget, but it’s safe, so…”

“It’s next to me. It’s very safe.” He winked at her. “The food has another three minutes. I’m just going to go grab a t-shirt, okay?”

“Oh, okay.”

He walked over to her, set his hand on her hip, and leaned in to press a kiss to her mouth. It was far too quick, and by the time she opened her eyes, he was out the door.

She pressed her fingers to her lips and smiled. This man was something far too special.

Chapter

Thirteen

Jason

He had probably made himself sound a little better than he was, but Jason, for as much of a player as he had been, was not an abuser.

“Fuck.” He wanted to break something. Punch someone. No one hit a woman and got away with it. He would find this Greg Jefferies and make sure he didn’t so much as think about Casey again.

He pulled a shirt on and grabbed a six pack of beer from his fridge. The box of condoms for that dude at Casey’s office, and a few more in his pocket. Just in case.

Jason was still pissed when he walked back over to Casey’s, but his mood lifted when he saw her. She was standing on her toes to reach the dishes. He should have offered to help, but the t-shirt she was wearing had lifted and gave him the slightest peek at her ass. Covered in red lace to match the bra she had on earlier.

“Need some help?”

She squeaked, so damn adorable. “Yes, please.”

He set the beer down on the counter, but instead of grabbing the plates, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. “I could get used to this.”

“Really?” she asked, her voice as shy as she was.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

With the food dished up and a couple of beers cracked open, they sat next to each other on the sofa. “So, you’re into tattoos, huh?”

She tucked her long hair behind her ear. “Am I that obvious?”

“You have five issues of Toned and Tattooed on your coffee table.”

“Oh, right. Well…”

“I was featured in the fifth issue. A retro piece I did on a b-list celeb.”

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