Sinner: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Romi Hart

  “We have to think this through carefully,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling myself closer to him. “I can’t lose you, Jasper. I don’t want you hurt.”

  He smoothed his hand over my hair and cupped my chin in his fingertips, tilting my face up to his. “I’ll be fine. And it’s more important that you’re safe than anything else.” He threaded the fingers of his free hand through my hair, tilting my head back, and I waited as his lips came toward mine, so slowly. When they touched me, an electrical spark flashed, tingling and traveling down my spine, through my limbs, and into my core. I melted against him, basking in his warmth and his passion as his tongue swirled in my mouth. He tasted like heaven, like home, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t explain my hunger for him because I didn’t need him. I had survived on my own for a long time, and I could take care of myself. I had all the resources to live a happy, luxurious life. But I couldn’t imagine my world without him now.

  Funny how a few weeks changes everything.

  I drank from him, taking pleasure and solace in the feel of him and the desire I could sense oozing from every pore of his body, and I wanted him. I wanted him to strip me down and devour me, but I didn’t think we were at that place right now, no matter how tempting it sounded. So, I gently pulled away from the kiss but not out of his grasp. I liked the feel of his hand curled around the back of my neck, his arm tucked low around the small of my back. And even if I knew we needed to cool down, I enjoyed the fact that his cock was hard and pressed against me.

  “How long are we staying here?” I asked, my voice a deep, sultry rasp.

  Jasper took a deep breath, staring at me with his pupils dilated and a mischievous smirk on his lips. “I don’t know. As long as we can?” Then, he frowned. “I can split the cost with you.”

  I scoffed. “You think I’m worried about money? Come on, Jasper, we’re past that, aren’t we?” I could tell it bothered him, though. He had pride, and he was a man. And I knew that even beneath that, he didn’t want me to think he was using me for my money. I touched his cheek and shook my head. “Listen to me, Jasper. You give me everything I need, and I want to do the same for you. I’m never going to worry about money or splitting things down the middle. The money is just a nice luxury. It’s not important to me, and I don’t care if we spend every last dime, if it keeps us safe and happy.”

  His eyes shone with something I couldn’t understand, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. The emotion – whatever it was – ran so deep that it hurt just looking at him. I didn’t think I could handle hearing what it meant or sharing the feeling with him.

  I took a deep breath and nodded. “I guess we’ll just play it by ear, then. We can start putting together a plan, see what the cops say, and maybe spend a little quality time together.”

  He waggled his eyebrows. “I can think of some ways to stay occupied, some very quality ways.” As if to punctuate his point, his hand slid down to cup my ass and push my hips against him. “But if you don’t mind, I’m actually sort of hungry. Where do you get food around here?”

  I glanced toward the fridge, which I knew was empty aside from some soda and beer, and then toward the door. “We can go shopping and cook, but there’s a nice little diner up at the lodge that would be quicker.”

  He nodded. “So, food and then shopping. It’s better to buy food on a full stomach, especially for me.”

  I laughed, picturing him like a child going through the store, throwing everything in the cart. “Very well. Let me change into something fresh, and we’ll go.”

  Chapter 14

  Jasper

  I don’t know how I made it through dinner. All I could think about was getting Mina back to the cabin and under me. My groin ached, my balls throbbing and my cock pulsing the whole time so that I couldn’t even get up to take a piss without rearranging myself. I had been bad enough before, but the fact that we’d found a possible solution to this whole terrifying situation – and that she’d been the one to suggest it – was like an aphrodisiac. For someone without any criminal background or malice, she definitely had a deviant mind, and I found that undeniably attractive.

  Still, I managed to be decent company. We didn’t talk about Sam and Jake and all the problems they caused. We didn’t talk about legal implications. We talked about light subjects – a movie we wanted to watch, actors we liked and hated, best ways to cook vegetables. And we shared pleasant memories. I tried to focus on the conversation, but I kept getting distracted by the way her perfect lips formed the words or the sleek lines of her throat when she threw her head back in laughter. I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and stroke the porcelain skin with the pads of my thumbs while I buried my cock inside her.

  And eventually, my willpower gave out. The food was gone, and we were just wasting time, testing ourselves to see how long we could wait. At least, I had to assume Mina wanted me as badly as I wanted her by this point. So I stood, grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her with me out of the lodge in such a hurry that she tripped and ran, trying to keep up. “Jasper?”

  I didn’t answer, and she didn’t say anything else. I threw open the door to the cabin, dragged her inside, and slammed the door. Then, I reached for her white t-shirt and ripped it down the middle, too impatient to pull it over her head. The bra went next, little more than shreds of lace anyway, and I took one heavy breast in my hand, drawing the nipple into my mouth and between my teeth.

  She gasped and moaned as I rolled the taut bud in my mouth, and that made my cock twitch, begging to come out and play. I left him there, not ready to battle his exuberance for control. I was not going to rush today. I wanted to take my time, and I wanted to drive Mina out of her mind with anticipation and desire. I needed her to explode, to beg me for more, and that meant patience that was rare for me.

  Skimming my hands over her smooth, flat stomach, I pulled away and watched her shiver, goosebumps appearing over her bare skin. Her eyes were closed, and I flicked my tongue across her lips, making her whimper and open her eyes. She reached up and shoved her fingers in my hair, fisting them and pulling me into a deeper kiss. I could never have imagined a woman so filled with passion, so ripe with desire that she was almost animalistic in her demands for me, and I certainly wouldn’t have thought I liked that. I’d always assumed that coy, subjective women were better.

  I’d been so wrong.

  The power battle between us was delicious and enticing, and as she dominated my mouth, I moved her across the room toward the sofa, until her ass rested on the arm. I used my knees to spread her legs and stepped between them, dipping my hand into the vee of her jeans and finding the heat in the middle. She was so wet, she’d already soaked through the denim, and I rubbed the heel of my hand against her clit through the material, making her moan and arch her back.

  “Jasper!” She moaned my name in a desperate tone I recognized now, a tone that meant she was on the precipice. It only made me hotter that I could get her that close without even taking off her clothes. Maybe I was a little cocky, but who wouldn’t be? I cupped her breast with my free hand, rolling her nipple with the pad of my thumb. She was melting beneath my touch, and I’d barely gotten started.

  She reached for me, her fingers going straight to my fly, and I didn’t stop her. I don’t think I could have if I wanted to. My cock practically jumped into her waiting palm, and she stroked greedily, stoking the fire that was already blazing inside me. I bit her neck, making her squeal, and I could feel fresh warmth pooling in her jeans. I couldn’t hold back the groan as I licked up her jaw and found her mouth again. I thrust my tongue between her lips like I was shoving my dick inside her pussy, and she went with it.

  This was going to get out of hand if I didn’t slow down, and if she kept reacting like this, there was no way I could slow down. Thankfully, she left my cock alone and went for the buttons of my shirt, stripping me down. I reluctantly pulled my hands off her so she could shove it off me, but then I went for her jeans
, yanking her to her feet so I could pull them down, along with her delicate little satin panties. I could smell her, that beautiful sugary musk of her sex, and I knelt in front of her, grabbing her thighs and pushing them wide.

  I ran my tongue over her slit, and she shivered and pressed her knees against my grip. But I didn’t relent, holding her tight as I drew her clit into my mouth and rolled it between my lips, sucking just enough to make her pant and squirm. Her hands fell on my head, and even as I felt her trying to back away, she pushed me to her, and I buried my face in her folds. I thrust my tongue into her core, and she exploded, screaming my name as she poured onto me. Her pussy clenched and convulsed, and I gave up on the idea of making this go on for hours. I had to be inside her. I had to feel that around my cock, squeezing me until I came.

  I stood, licking my lips and reveling in the taste of her and the way her pupils dilated further at the sight of her moisture on me. I barely managed to shove my pants down before I lunged at her. She fell back on the couch, and I landed on top of her, capturing her mouth as I found her center with my head. My cock jumped, and I gritted my teeth, willing my body to calm down just a little.

  But I’d already had a taste of her, and it proved too much. I slid inside her hot, wet pussy with no resistance, burying myself to the hilt, and I sighed as she clutched at me, her nails digging into my shoulders and arms. I tried to stay still, to give myself a few seconds to acclimate, but I couldn’t take it. I needed more, and I pulled out and drove back in harder, fiercer. I found a fast, brutal rhythm, and she rocked her hips with me, meeting me thrust for thrust with the same fervor.

  Sweat beaded my brow, ran down the sides of my face, but I couldn’t stop. I grabbed Mina’s leg, draping it over my shoulder. It gave me a different angle, and I pushed deeper. She gasped and shivered, crying out with another intense orgasm, and this time, I lost it. I came with the force of a devastating earthquake, my body in spasms as I shot into her. It seemed to go on forever, as she milked me, and I grunted and cried out in agony and ecstasy until it finally subsided. Every muscle in my body ached, and I welcomed the pain as my arms shook, trying to keep me from collapsing on top of Mina. She was breathing hard, almost wheezing, and I carefully and with great effort lifted her, rolling beneath her so she could rest on top of me.

  Mina

  I blinked several times, trying to get my bearings. I wasn’t sure what had just happened. I mean, I knew it was sex, but as I lay there with Jasper, I couldn’t quite call it sex. It was so much more, and it had been so phenomenal. We’d been together so many times now that I’d lost track, and they were all amazing. But now I knew what people meant when they talked about someone rocking their world. I swear, the earth had shattered beneath us halfway through, and at the end, the sky had crumbled and fallen around us so we were left in a pile of rubble.

  I almost looked around for the disaster, but as my breathing regulated and I listened to Jasper’s heart calm beneath my ear, I didn’t have the strength or the desire to pull away. I just wanted to stay here with him, forever. I didn’t care what else was going on. I didn’t care if those asshole friends of his came to torture me to death. I felt unbreakable, impenetrable. We were so perfect together, I felt we were invincible, and it gave me a heady god complex. It would pass, probably, but at the moment, the only thing that mattered was the absolute joy in my heart and the beast of a lover beneath me. And even as I thought about how he’d made me raw, he was tender, gentle, running his hand soothingly up and down my arm.

  Part of me wanted to fall asleep. I’d eaten well, I’d had mind blowing sex, and I was cradled in the arms of the man I loved. But another part of me was restless, and that part had me pushing myself to a sitting position and staring down at Jasper, his lips swollen and his eyes soft. He was so relaxed in that moment, more than I could remember ever seeing him, and I almost wanted to cry, knowing that I had something to do with that. In the midst of an absolute crisis, he was sprawled out on the couch, naked, smiling lazily, and already half erect again.

  I shook my head at him. “Do you have a permanent hard on?” I teased.

  He shrugged. “Around you, I can’t seem to keep him tamed.”

  I quirked a brow at him. “Around me? Or is it just the fact that he didn’t get any action for eight years?”

  He grunted. “Almost nine. And trust me, I took care of him myself, when I had to. But I’ve never had anything like this before. It’s like just the thought of your smile or the way you brush your hair back off your shoulder or sitting next to you and listening to you crunch popcorn gets me all hot and bothered.” He lifted one hand and brushed the back of it over one of my nipples, making me shiver in delight. I was just as bad as he was, and I couldn’t seem to stay dry between the thighs these days.

  I hated hearing about what he was denied in prison. Comfort, friendship, love. And why did I care? Didn’t I feel he deserved the punishment for what he’d done? Maybe not. After everything I’d learned about him, his past, and the circumstances, I had more compassion and understanding. And beyond that, I just loved him. So even if I’d once wished all the suffering in the world on him, now, all I could think about was that I didn’t want him in any more pain, and I had a hard time thinking about the pain he’d already experienced.

  “I love you,” I said and bit my lip.

  “Are you sure about that?” he asked, but the way his smile spread, I knew he was teasing.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask my therapist. In the meantime, I think we should go for a hike. It’s beautiful up here, the air is cool, and I’m restless.”

  Jasper glanced at his cock again, but I shook my head. “Down, big boy. We have plenty of time for that. But I’m not going to see my trainer for a while, and I need real exercise.”

  He faked a pout and pulled me down on top of him, kissing me soundly. Then, he patted my ass and practically threw me off him. I stumbled and caught my balance as he stood next to me and stretched. “Can I take a shower first?”

  “Make it fast,” I told him, already sifting through my bag for something clean to wear. I was ready and raring to go. And for the first time ever, I would have a partner with me to keep me company, one who might actually give me a run for my money in terms of stamina.

  Chapter 15

  Jasper

  Three days in, I was one big sore muscle. Everything ached.

  Mina was a beast when it came to physical exertion and stamina. I’d worked out for two to three hours a day, sometimes more, in prison, but that was mostly weightlifting. Mina did resistance training, aerobic workings, ran, and walked. She had more stamina than anyone I’d ever known, and I had to admit, I was beat.

  And the sex was just as much of a workout.

  We had nothing but time on our hands. In prison, that had been a curse, a burden, and that time passed slowly. With Mina, it was a blessing and a gift, but we stayed busy, and the hours flew by. She was always on the go, and I had trouble keeping up. Still, I was determined, and it was an enjoyable challenge.

  Today, we’d decided to take a break and work out what we wanted to set up with the police. I had to silently admit my gratitude. I had nothing left. I was exhausted and needed a day to let my body recuperate from the strain I’d put on it. I was moving slowly and trying not to let it show, though I felt like I failed miserably at that.

  As I carried the breakfast dishes to the sink – we’d gotten some groceries so we could cook – I winced, my right calf protesting with a spasm, and Mina quirked a brow at me. “Are you alright?”

  I sighed and grumbled, “I never thought I’d meet a woman who could best me physically.”

  She laughed, a husky sound that made me want to bend her over the counter, even if it meant I’d be in absolute agony. “I thought you were in shape.”

  “I am. That doesn’t mean I’m the Energizer bunny.” Except in bed, but I didn’t say that out loud. “You’re something else.”

  “I hope that
’s a compliment,” she said, and I didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling. “I’ll try to take it a little easier. I could probably use the break anyway.”

  I loved her body, and I knew part of the reason it was so perfect was that she kept up this kind of regimen. But I was relieved that she was willing to make some concessions. I’d burn out and give up if we kept up this pace. “I’ll catch up eventually,” I told her. And I would. But not today. And probably not in the next week.

  “So, I think the first step is to make the list and put together the access details.” She dove right in, no preamble, no warning, and I simply nodded, leaning against the counter and still not turning around. I was worried. I’d let it go for a while, like a mini vacation from the woes of life, but every time we stopped and had a moment to rest, it all came flooding back. My nerves tightened, which didn’t help with the soreness, and my jaw clenched.

  The truth was, I liked the idea of setting up my former friends. I’d never felt so betrayed in all my life, especially by Sam. I hadn’t mentioned the texts I’d been ignoring and the calls that had been going to voicemail, but they’d been hounding me nonstop. The greedy bastards were threatening violence to me, to the ‘bitch’ I was fucking, to the guys who employed me at the bar.

  But setting a trap for them was more dangerous than even I could comprehend. We’d gone in unarmed last time, at my insistence. We were military, and if we’d had weapons, we would have been considered deadly weapons. My prison sentence would have had me old and gray before I even had an errant thought about seeing the outside of the gate again. But I knew they wouldn’t go for it this time without guns. I had a feeling that, even if the rest of them were too cowardly to pull them, Jake would have a happy trigger finger.