Page 77 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

Without waiting for an answer, he kissed a wet trail up the inside of her thigh. She was so self-conscious, but his tongue was magical. And then he closed his lips over her clit and she nearly flew off the bed.

“God, Casey, you taste like honey.” He held her tight, arms locked around her hips, and licked her, again and again, a rhythm of pleasure. Then the bad boy emerged, and his tongue drove deep inside her.

“Jason.”

“That’s my girl.” He was back to work on her clit, sucking, teasing, and she yelped as he closed his teeth ever so softly over her throbbing bud.

She came apart once more, certain she had never felt this good in her entire life.

“My god, Casey, I could do that all night.”

She covered her face and tried to even her breathing. Her skin was hot, but she was shivering out of sheer pleasure. Jason was kissing a path up her body, became distracted at her nipples. He ran his hand up and down her side, his thumb under her breast.

“Yeah. Look at this, Casey.” He sucked good and hard on her nipple, left it lengthened. “You have perfect breasts to pierce.”

She peeked out from between her fingers. “Keep away from my boobs with your torture devices.”

Jason smiled and kissed her pounding heart. “I’ll work on you.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face, held them over her head, and kissed her lips. “How are you doing up here? I missed you.”

Casey couldn’t help but smile at him. “I feel like a queen.”

“There it is. Do you need a daily reminder? I’ll be happy to swing over here every morning before you go in to work.”

“Really?”

“God, yes.”

She laughed. “Why did I waste thirty dollars on that vibrator?”

Jason reached for his jeans, pulled a strip of condoms from the pocket. “You just hadn’t met me yet.”

Chapter

Fifteen

Jason

His philosophy had always been sex was sex. Every girl was like the one before. Blonde, brunette. No difference. If they were willing to spread their legs for him, let him ride away his pain, it didn’t really matter who they were.

But Casey, she woke him up and made him work for it. She made him care when he hadn’t cared about a damn soul since he lost his entire family.

Just watching her sleep, her body curled next to his, he felt something different. He wanted more time with her.

And he wanted to make that tattoo permanent. The idea she would carry a piece of his art with her forever meant she would never forget him. Even if she did realize one day she was far too good for a man like him.

He brushed her hair back from her face, traced his finger around the shell of her ear. Moved down to the long line of her throat, took a moment to feel her pulse against his fingertip.

“That tickles.”

Her scratchy voice brought a lazy smile to his face. “You’re awake? Why aren’t you talking to me?”

“You smell really good. I’m basking in it.”

Jason laughed. “Oh, really?”

“I feel boneless.”

“I’m not.”

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