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.”
Casey looked up at his face, her mascara smudged, her lips a little swollen, and smiled. “Really?”
“Just looking at you makes me hard.”
“That should be on a greeting card. It’s a real compliment.”
Jason laughed again, pulled her into his arms, and kissed those pretty lips.
“Could you really hear my crappy free online porn through this wall?” she asked.
He traced his finger across the seam of her lips and smirked when she bit the tip. “Yeah.”
She groaned and buried her face into his shoulder. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why? You have a sexual side I happen to like.”
“Still.”
“Can I tell you my favorite part of listening to your online porn?”
Casey laughed against his chest, and he rubbed her back. “No.”
He chuckled. “The sound of you coming.”
Chapter
Sixteen
Jason
“What time is it?”
“Seven,” Jason said, after a glance at his phone.
“In the morning?” Casey sat up, so frantic she didn’t bother to cover her beautiful breasts. “I have to get to work.”
“When do you start?”
“Eight.” She jumped out of bed, and Jason watched with a lazy smile as she dressed. A blue satin bra this time, white cotton panties. Black dress pants and a pretty green blouse that brought out the gorgeous color of her eyes.
“I was hoping we could shower together.”
“Jason.”
She ran a brush through her hair and managed to tuck it into a pretty twist without even looking in the mirror. Next, she grabbed a bottle of perfume and sprayed it over her hair, on her neck, and on her wrists.
Casey ran into the bathroom, and he could hear her brushing her teeth.
Jason got out of bed with a groan. Not the morning he had hoped for, but he had to admit, he really enjoyed the show. He pulled on his jeans and sauntered out to the living room.
“I can’t find my black heels.”
“You’re wearing one.”
She hobbled over to the closet by the door, started throwing boots and shoes over her shoulder. “The other one.”
Her ass in those pants was blowing his mind. “It’s on the couch.”
“Oh.” She smiled at him. “Thanks.”
She tried to shuffle by, but he caught her hand. Kissed her lips. “Calm down. You managed to get ready in ten minutes. Let me make you some eggs.”
“I have to catch a cab.”
“I can drive you.”
“On your bike?”
“Damn right.”
She bit her delicious lip, and he reached behind her to squeeze her ass.
“We would also have time for a quickie.”
“Maybe the eggs?”
Jason laughed. “I’m trying not to be offended.”
Chapter
Seventeen
Casey
She had never moved this fast with anyone, but with Jason, a member of The Rolling Devils, she already felt safer, more at ease, than she had around any other man she had ever met.
Casey tightened her arms around Jason’s waist. Her breasts were pressed against his back, her inner thighs glued to his hips. She was sitting on the back of a sexy black motorcycle with the man she had a crush on, who seemed to be crushing on her just as hard.
“Ready?”
She nodded, but she wasn’t ready at all. He caressed her hand with his before revving the engine. The bike roared to life and vibrated between her legs. It felt entirely too erotic for a public street. “Better than the toy, huh?”
As they rode, the bike loud, the air flowing around them, Jason reached down and rubbed her outer thigh with the palm of his hand. He had the ability of calming her when she was afraid and at the same time thrilling her with adrenaline from his touch.
They arrived at her office far too soon, but Casey didn’t let go until Jason shut off the bike. He turned to look at her over his shoulder and unclipped her helmet.
Jason lifted it off and smoothed his hand over her hair.
“Messy?”
“Sexy.”
She laughed. “Thanks.”
“How was it? The ride.”
“Amazing.”
“Oh yeah. We’re going to have to do that again soon, huh?”
“Okay.”
He chuckled and stood up, helped her off the bike, and then pulled her into his arms. She knew her co-workers might see them, but she didn’t care and let Jason kiss her with all the passion he had last night in her bed.
“Have a good day, baby.”
She was unable to hide her big, goofy smile. “Thank you. For the ride. The kiss.”
“Mm. Anytime. Will I see you tonight?”
“You know where I’ll be.” Casey smiled at him over her shoulder as she walked inside with the rest of the mob. He stood by his bike and watched her, completely out of place amongst all the suits, but so much more handsome because of it.
Chapter
Eighteen
Jason
Jason revved his bike and tore away from Casey’s office out to the I-80 so he could bypass city traffic and just drive. The wind whipping against his body, the sound of the Harley, the vibrations through his body made him feel alive. Until he slept with Casey in his arms, straddling a bike was the only place he ever felt calm.
He heard the rumble of two more bikes pulling up behind him. There was something to be said for being a member of a motorcycle club; someone always had your back.
There had only been one Greg Jefferies in town when he searched his name and the address was easy to find.
When he parked in front of Greg’s house, the place Casey used to live a few short weeks ago, he nodded at Dixon and Shaw. They stayed on their bikes, but their presence would help him prove his point.