Page 4 of Brutal Sinner

I step forward and run my hand over the leather and love the cold steel against my palm. Desire bubbles inside me for what this girl can do, and I long to feel her between my legs as I ride her hard.

There is nothing I don’t adore about this machine and can’t wait to hear her purr under me.

“She’s good to go.”

The mechanic growls, a mixture of amusement and jealousy on his face as he watches my reaction.

I toss him my credit card and take a moment alone with my latest love while he transfers the funds.

Freedom. This is what she gives me and what I crave, like a cold beer on a sun-drenched day.

He returns and tosses me the keys along with the card and says with pride. “Unlike a woman, she won’t give you no trouble.”

His words stir the beast inside me because only one woman has ever given me trouble, which is the reason I’m heading back home in the first place.

“That’s good to know.”

I offer him a lopsided grin as I swing my leather clad leg over the bike, relishing the steel between my legs and as I zip up my battered leather jacket, I reach for the helmet.

“Where are you heading?” He says, making conversation and I grin.

“Heaven.”

He raises his eyes.

“They don’t hand out warm welcomes in Heaven. Not to a man like you, anyway.”

He chuckles softly, and I shrug.

“I’m not there on vacation. It’s business.”

“In Heaven?” He laughs out loud.

“Then you would be better pulling on a suit and taking a cab. They won’t want to do business with the likes of you.”

His words could easily offend, but I take it as a compliment. The last thing I want is to be anything like the people who live there. In fact, I have made it my mission to be everything they draw the shutters closed on as they pray for my soul, because the second I step into town, I will have a target on my back.

They hate me.

They disowned me a couple of years back and I vowed never to return and there is only one reason why I broke that vow, and it goes by the name of Faith.

“So, what business are in you in?” The guy says with interest, and I grin, “War.”

He raises his eyes. “I take it back. You are heading in the perfect direction for that.”

I turn the ignition and the machine roars into life, and I swear I could come so hard at that sound. It’s been a while and I almost groan out loud as the beast throbs between my thighs, impatient to hit the open road.

He steps back and grins. “Have fun.”

“I intend to.” Laughing to myself, I guide the beast toward the open road and open the throttle.

I’m back.

Heaven won’t know what’s hit it when the Brutal Sinner rides into town and if anyone stands in my way of answers, they will wish they were anywhere else.

I stop three times on my way to Heaven. Once to pick up supplies, once to refuel and once to grab some refreshment.

As the sign comes into view, it makes me smile.