Sinner: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Romi Hart

  When he came, it was with such force it lifted me off my feet, and he cried out, screaming my name before it disintegrated into a wordless growl. I flooded, my eyes rolling back in my head as the sheer bliss neared the line between pleasure and pain and then crossed it. I didn’t know it was possible to come so hard, and I didn’t even try to speak or breathe as it consumed me.

  Jasper leaned his forehead against my back, and I felt the cold sweat dripping from his brow as he fought for air. When he pulled away, I shivered, but it didn’t last. He spun me to face him, pressing the length of his body against me. “I’m never going to get enough of you. Your mind, your body. I’m going to crave you, all the time, no matter how much I get of you.”

  I liked the sound of that. I wanted him to crave me the way I craved him. It wasn’t just the sex, though he was so enticing and such a beast when it came to sex I had to admit that had its own draw. But even just being in his presence, in the same space, had its effect on me. I needed him, needed to know that he was going to be there. I realized that had been my biggest fear today. It wasn’t death or being taken from this world. It was not having more time with Jasper, whether it was him or me that was taken.

  He hoisted me in his arms, and I stared at him with wide, worried eyes. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  “You’re light as a feather,” he teased, carrying me into the bedroom despite my protests. “Stop treating me like I’m fragile. It’s going to kill my libido, and I like how that feels right now.”

  I liked how it felt, too, as he laid back and pulled me on top of him. We’d just had a phenomenal round of rough sex, and he was already getting hard again. I rocked my pelvis against him, encouraging him, and he groaned as his cock grew and hardened against me. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  “Too soon,” I murmured as I nibbled at his ear and his neck. He closed his eyes and lay perfectly still as I made my way down his chest and over his solid, flat stomach. I took him in my mouth, tasting myself still on him, and he jerked, grunting in response. I licked along the bottom of his shaft and around his head, and then I drew him in again, deeper and deeper while I fisted the base of him.

  “Fuck, Mina, I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he warned in a tight voice. I glanced up to find his hands clenched in the sheets, probably to keep from forcing his own rhythm on me. It was arousing and empowering, seeing his reaction to me, and I wasn’t sure I minded the idea of swallowing for him. But his hands found my shoulders, and he dragged me up his body until he had me straddling his waiting cock.

  I was too high on the sexual tension, and I couldn’t move, but it didn’t matter. He thrust his hips up, impaling me with his length, and I came on the spot. It was hazy, like a dream, as the pleasure took hold of me, and I moved automatically, my body taking over the motions rather than allowing my brain any kind of conscious control. I slid along Jasper’s chest, the sheen of sweat between us a perfect lubricant, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I reared back, moving up and down with my head thrown back.

  His hands worked my breasts, and I was nothing but one big nerve ending, the sensations overriding anything else. Everything was physical, and I gave into it with abandon. I was about to come again when Jasper sat up and rolled me over to my back, pumping into me with such long, determined thrusts I knew he was chasing something, a specific feeling. I let him have his way, knowing I’d get what I needed no matter what. He just did it for me, and he didn’t even have to try hard.

  He slipped a fraction of an inch deeper, and I cried out with the new feeling, my inner walls pulsing against him. At the same time, he roared and convulsed, the ecstasy taking over. I followed him into the massive tidal wave of sexual pleasure, sight and sound disappearing. All I knew was his body and mine, in mutual bliss.

  Chapter 19

  Jasper

  I sat across the bulletproof glass from Sam, staring at him and debating not picking up the phone. I didn’t know exactly why I’d come here to see him. It didn’t make much sense, considering what he and the others had put me through. But maybe that was exactly the reason. Maybe I needed to face him, and to get answers. Mina wanted to come with me, but I’d refused. This was something I needed to face by myself, just as she’d gone to see Jake in the hospital alone.

  I’d fought that, but eventually, I’d given in, knowing she wouldn’t go with me and that it wasn’t fair to deny her whatever closure she was looking for. As it turned out, she came home with a big smile on her face and told me they’d chatted for over an hour, until he was exhausted. He’d apologized profusely for his role in things, once again, and they’d found some sort of gray area in which they could coexist with some semblance of friendship. I didn’t know if I’d ever get there with Jake again, but I could see it settled Mina.

  Did I hope for the same thing by talking to Sam? I didn’t know, but I needed…something. I finally reached for the phone, and Sam followed suit. “I didn’t expect you to visit,” he said as a kickoff to the conversation.

  I nodded. “Neither did I.” I suddenly wished they would let me smoke in here, but that was a pipe dream. I had to find some other way to deal with my anxiety, or I would start fidgeting and getting irritated. “I heard you took a plea deal.”

  He nodded. “I copped to kidnapping and assault as opposed to assault with a deadly weapon, plus conspiracy to grand larceny from the original heist. They dropped manslaughter and conspiracy to a second kidnapping. Considering I was looking at thirty to life, I feel like fifteen isn’t such a bad deal.”

  I whistled. “That’s hefty. Any chance of early release?”

  He laughed harshly. “Highly unlikely, but you never know. Maybe with a word from the hero of the day…” He trailed off, nodding toward me. I didn’t respond, and he leaned on his elbows, staring down at the table. “Look, Jasper, I don’t know what you want me to say. Maybe I was blind. Maybe I let greed get the best of me. Hell, maybe I’ve always been a little crazy, or it could just be the war. We didn’t get the shit we deserved for all we did over there, all the PTSD we came home with. Whatever it is, though, and for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I forced you into this, I’m sorry your girlfriend had to experience anything like this, and I’m sorry that Eric and Rick paid the highest price.”

  I nodded. I felt like a weight had been lifted, just hearing him apologize. I didn’t even care if he meant it. It only mattered that he cared enough about me and our friendship over the years to offer it. “You weren’t responsible for the two of them, Sam. They made their own fate.” Eric had gone off the deep end and failed to care about anything that mattered. He’d practically run into the bullets Sam fired. As for Rick, when he and Tyler had been cornered by the authorities, Tyler had dropped to his knees with his hands in the air, surrendering. Rick had pulled a gun and started running at them. Tyler fell flat to the ground to dodge the fire as the cops shot, and Rick had been down in a matter of seconds. “Tyler made it out alive.”

  Sam scoffed and shook his head. “He’s a mess, Jasper. I hear things in here, and he’s not going to make it. He’s looking at ten to fifteen, minimum. I give it five, tops, before he hangs himself.”

  I flinched, but there was nothing I could do about it. “Maybe he’ll find something to keep him sane. You never know. I didn’t think I was going to last a year, but I got through okay. And came out better on the other side.”

  “You’re a rare breed, Jasper. Most of us? We’ll never be the same, much less better.” I could hear the defeat in his voice, and I hated it. “Do me a favor. I know you don’t owe me anything, but I’d really appreciate it if you could do just one thing for me.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. I could go back and forth forever about what I did or didn’t owe Sam. He’d kept things afloat for me while I was locked away, but then he’d betrayed me. In the end, he’d saved my life, but maybe that made us even, since I hadn’t turned him over to the police in the first place. “What do you want?�
�� I asked, skeptical and determined to make a decision without bias.

  “Can you maybe send me a picture now and then, just so I don’t forget what my brother and his woman look like? And so I can see what those gorgeous nieces and nephews look like?”

  I blinked at him. “Sounds like you have my life planned out better than I do.”

  “Don’t play with me,” he chuckled. “You know what you want. You always have had a knack for figuring that out. And I just want to know that you’re actually living it out. So, if you could do an old man a favor and let me live vicariously, I’d be eternally grateful.”

  I smiled. I couldn’t deny him that. “You got it.”

  I left feeling better. I didn’t know if I got what I wanted, but what Sam gave me was enough. He’d admitted his faults, and he’d humbled himself. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

  Part of me was tempted to go see Jake, ask him about his conversation with Mina at the hospital and get his side of what actually happened that made him let her go in the middle of everything. He’d ended up in a mental institution, sentenced to inpatient treatment for PTSD and various other conditions for at least a year. I was okay with that. He didn’t need to be out on the streets, considering his volatile nature, but at this point, I’d decided I was grateful to him for, as Mina put it, saving her life. It could easily have gone the other way, and I would have been devastated. My life would have ended with hers, I was sure of it.

  But I hadn’t spoken to him since the day he showed up at my apartment and I smashed my knuckles into his face. I wasn’t ready to apologize for that, and I thought it might be too soon for us to face each other. Instead, I climbed on my bike and headed home, where I knew Mina would be waiting for me. She’d gone early to work out, and she’d probably be showered and dressed in a pair of shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs and a tank top that emphasized the swell of her breasts. It was early afternoon, and I figured I’d find her making lunch, which was almost as enticing as the idea of pushing her up against the wall and stabbing my cock into her with desperate need.

  She’d all but moved in with me, no longer wanting to stay in her house. She said it was big and empty without any warmth to it, and I could understand. That house and everything in it had a stigma now, a bad memory or a reminder of what other people might do to take it from her. She had talked about selling the house, finding a museum to donate her father’s collection of art to, and I told her I’d support her no matter what decision she made. In the end, I had a different goal anyway. I just hadn’t managed to manifest it yet.

  I was surprised to see her sitting on the couch, pouring over some papers from a file spread across the coffee table. She looked up at me with bright eyes and a devastating smile that broke down every defence I had. I never maintained a shield with her, always wide open. I couldn’t keep her out if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I wanted to bask in her glow, in the love she offered. I’d missed out on so much in life already, and I refused to miss a single ounce of the greatest thing that had ever happened to me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, sitting next to her and kissing her soundly. I motioned to the mess in front of her.

  “It’s an offer for the house,” she said happily. “I’m trying to go through it, but I’m failing miserably at understanding all the legalese. I think it’s a good offer, but there are so many stipulations, like furniture they want to keep, that I think I’m going to have to let a lawyer look at it.”

  “I didn’t expect this to come so soon,” I told her honestly.

  She frowned. “I can find an apartment, if you want. I don’t have to stay here. To be honest, I’d sell the place for a penny, just so someone would take it off my hands.”

  I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant. I love having you here. I would love to have you move in officially. I just hoped to get my hands on a bigger place first. I want you to have what you deserve, and I think you’d enjoy a place bigger than a mailbox.”

  She laughed. “You know, I wouldn’t mind a little more space, but I’m happy here, Jasper. All I’ve ever had is an enormous house that never felt warm and welcoming. Your apartment might be small, but I feel like I belong here, and I feel like we fill it with love and happiness.”

  That thrilled me. The truth was, I wanted a house we could grow into, maybe have a family someday, but I didn’t want to push her too hard just yet. At the same time, I wanted her to know I was serious about us and our future. “Wait here.” I went into the bedroom and dug into my sock drawer, finding what I wanted and carrying it back into the living room. I sat down again and held out the small box to her, watching her features morph into a mask of shock. “I guess if you’re ready to move in with me officially, then maybe I’m ready to ask for more.”

  “Jasper…” She trailed off as she opened the velvet box to see the white gold band with the solitaire, emerald cut diamond. It was simple, but she didn’t wear gaudy jewelry, so I had tried to choose generously without going crazy.

  I slid to my knee, wanting to do this right. “Mina, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  She laughed and threw her arms around me, the box falling on the couch. “Yes! It would be my honor.” She kissed me all over my face until my stomach hurt from laughing, and I held her still long enough to slide the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly, as I’d hoped it would, and I kissed her softly, with all the love that was exploding in my heart. “I love you, Mina. You are my world, and I never want to lose you.”

  She pushed my hair back from my face, her eyes liquid with emotion. “I love you, too. Forever.”

  Epilogue

  Mina

  I heard the front door open from the kitchen of the brownstone in Hell’s Kitchen and smiled. “Daddy!” Landon cried, clapping his filthy hands where he sat in the high chair with bits of banana smashed everywhere.

  I put down the kitchen towel I’d been using to wipe down the counter and turned down the flame on the gas stove where I was trying my hand at a new chili recipe. “Yes, it’s Daddy,” I said, love and joy filling my heart. As I said it, Jasper stepped into the kitchen, beaming at us. He looked so incredible in his red sweater, leather jacket, and black jeans, his hair curling around his ears, just a little longer than should be acceptable for the owner of a company. Then again, when you owned a business that handled customizing motorcycles, you tended to get away with a little more.

  And I loved it.

  He kissed me in greeting and then turned to his son. “Well, aren’t you a mess. Did your mother ask you to make banana pudding or something?”

  “Nana!” He waved his hands in the air, and I couldn’t help but laugh as Jasper ducked in to kiss his cheeks, dodging the mess carefully so it didn’t get smeared all over his good clothes.

  “Yes, I see. Nana.”

  He turned back to me, sniffing the air. “It smells delicious in here.”

  “Good. I’m trying something new.”

  He winked. “Just don’t give me food poisoning. I’d hate to miss the ride tomorrow. Are you still joining?”

  Jasper had made a name for himself with several of the major biker clubs in the area, and he’d been invited to ride with them for different causes. Tomorrow was a big one, though – a ride with BACA, Bikers Against Child Abuse. The cause was so important that it crossed boundaries, and you found everyone from the Angels to the Banditos and beyond riding side by side, hugging each other as if there was never any beef. We’d both been invited, and we’d agreed, calling the sitter for Landon. I’d only started riding occasionally since Landon had been born, but I hadn’t wanted to turn down such a prestigious invite.

  Unfortunately, I wasn’t going to make it after all. I turned toward the stove, lifting the lid and stirring the chili as if it was no big deal. “Actually, I thought I’d see you off and then spend the day getting ready for the birthday party.” It was a valid excuse, since Landon turned two in just a couple of weeks.

  “Are you serious?
I thought you were looking forward to this. Don’t tell me you got cold feet. It’s not like you haven’t been around these guys before.”

  I could understand his confusion, and he was right. The bikers didn’t scare me. I was around them a lot – really, anytime I visited one of the three shops that Jasper owned where the actual work was done. They tended to come check in on the work often, or just to hang out and shoot the shit with each other. And they treated me like some long lost little sister, despite their gruff demeanor. I loved it, and I had even attended charity events at their leather bars with Jasper, dressing the part.

  “No, it’s not that. I’m just feeling a little under the weather. That’s all. But I promise, I’ll be there at the start of the ride to show my face, see you off, and give my best to everyone. I’ll even bring Landon. He’ll love it.”

  I should have known I wasn’t going to get off that easily. Jasper took my elbow and gently tugged me away from the stove, turning me in his arms to face him. He pressed his hand to my forehead, checking my temperature as he searched my face for signs of illness. “You’ve been feeling a little under the weather for a couple of weeks now. You aren’t coming down with the flu, are you? I’ll stay home and take you to the doctor.”

  “No, don’t do that,” I insisted. “This means a lot to both of us, so I want you to go. I’d be heartbroken if we both stayed home.” I grinned at him. “We’ll be fine, Jasper. You worry too much.”

  But he grunted at me. “You look tired. Maybe you should go lay down or take a bath or something.” He gazed over my shoulder and wrinkled his nose at Landon, which made our son giggle. “Have you been running Mommy into the ground?”

  “I hope not,” I said with a sigh, “considering that it’s going to be even harder to handle two.”