Page 15 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

For a while, I did forget, thanks to the men I had been living with. I hadn’t really been able to spend much time with Jake, but I could still remember when I first bumped into him in my hospital room. Back then, I had been so afraid of many things, but not of him, even though his chest and shoulders were so broad and his arms looked thick enough to crush me. On the contrary, I wanted to be imprisoned in those arms, to bury my head in his chest. He reminded me of a hero in one of those Highland romance novels I used to read. A warrior. A leader. A protector. One hell of a lover.

As for Max, he was like a movie star…part gentleman…part bad boy. A hundred percent hot.

And Wade? He was…a challenge. His Southern accent and sullen mood gave off lone cowboy vibes, but he was more like a hurricane. Ominous. Impossible to predict or tame. And yet, when he had me in his arms even just briefly, I felt like I wouldn’t mind getting swept away. Even more so after what I’d just seen.

They had helped me forget my troubles, and I wanted to keep forgetting. Maybe one day, I could tell them about Clyde. Or maybe one day, this would all just blow over and I wouldn’t have to. But for now, I wanted to keep pretending everything was going to be fine. I would just have to be more careful.

I grabbed some clothes from the settee at the end of the bed, thinking of taking a shower before Max returned. I did promise him we’d eat the dessert he brought from the restaurant while we watched a movie to make up for the shortened dinner. He was still in the car talking to someone. Jake maybe? I’d barely seen him all day. Then again, Max had on that same serious look he had worn last night when I walked into the living room, so maybe it was job-related. What did he say his job was again? Helping with a friend’s business? With the way he was working, it seemed like he was doing more than that. But it wasn’t my concern.

Before heading to the bathroom, I glanced at the door to Wade’s room. It was shut now. Good. At least, I wouldn’t have to worry about not being seen anymore.

I still treaded lightly, though, the soles of my bare feet hardly making a sound on the soft carpet and the cool ceramic tiles. I closed the door behind me and set my change of clothes down on the stool, then I took off my floral dress, letting it fall into a puddle at my feet.

I shed the rest of my clothes, stepping into the shower. I turned the knob and cool water splattered against my skin. A few more turns and it came up to the perfect temperature.

I basked in the luxury, letting the drops of water trickle down through my hair and onto skin. I closed my eyes and willed it towash away my fears and worries, trying to think instead only of the good. Of the roof I had over my head. Of the bed I’d been sleeping in and the food I’d been eating. Of Jake with his large body and his warm brown eyes. Of Max with his breathtaking smile.

And Wade, with his tattooed sculpted arms, his chest that seemed fashioned of woven steel and his ripped abdomen.

And of course, his thick, hard cock.

Just the memory of it pulsing in his hand, growing larger and wetter, sent ripples of simmering excitement under my skin. The mound between my legs tingled, aching to be touched.

So I touched myself.

I spread my knees further apart, then reached down to find my burning clitoris. I stroked the bud of flesh slowly at first, coaxing it out of hiding so I could trace circles around it. Then I recalled how Wade’s hand furiously moved up and down his cock, how the muscles of his abdomen quivered, and how his lips formed a soft oval as he tried to keep his breathing under control. My clit swelled, and I stroked it faster, moving the tips of my fingers back and forth to create a satisfying friction.

The friction sent sparks traveling through my veins. Heat swirled in my breasts. I cupped one of them as I continued to stroke myself, rubbing my engorged nipple while thinking of Wade’s buff marvel of a body.

Strangely, another body appeared in my mind—Jake’s with his thick arms coated in a thin layer of hair. I imagined the same tendrils on his chest, a trail leading down past his navel to the nest around the base of his girthy cock. I pictured that part ofhim not as long as Wade’s but thicker, growing even larger as he stroked it the way Wade did his while watching me with lustful eyes.

Just thinking of him watching me made my fingers move faster, the heat in my vagina more impatient for release. I imagined they were Max’s long fingers strumming me while Jake watched me stroke Wade’s cock. I recalled that tortured look on his face as he approached the climax of pleasure, trying desperately to reach it. His head was thrown back against the pillow, eyes half-lidded and jaw clenched. His stomach was taut as well, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing. He was close. I was close.

My body shuddered as I imagined his trembling. I came undone, letting out moans that were muffled by the shower, as I replayed the act of him cumming, strings of white shooting out from the tip of his cock to coat his fingers and land on the bed sheet.

I let the wave of pleasure rip through me and shivered in its throes, trying to hang on to every bit of ecstasy for as long as I could until it gradually ebbed, leaving me gasping for air. I placed my palms against the tiled wall as I wobbled slightly and kept them there, bowing my head as I waited for my heartbeat to slow down and my lungs to be replenished with air.

The water soaked my hair and turned it into a thick curtain. A puddle started to form around my toes.

I was still catching my breath when the door suddenly opened. I quickly turned my back to it while hugging my breasts.

“Would you mind? I’m taking a shower here.”

“Right. Sorry.”

I turned around and saw Max standing in the doorway, his blue eyes wide. He had taken off his jacket, but even without that piece of his suit, he still looked impressive. He was tall and trim and exuding confidence as if it was his signature cologne.

“I was just worried about you,” he said without looking at me. “Are you okay now?”

Was I? I had just imagined being intimate with three men. Didn’t that mean I was cheating on Max? True, he wasn’t really my boyfriend, but still…

“I’ll leave you alone,” Max said as he grabbed the doorknob. “When you’re done, we can…”

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed him by the necktie. “Stay.”

I didn’t want him to go. Real boyfriend or not, I wanted him, and it was clear from the way his eyes narrowed and sharpened with the edge of desire as they raked over my naked body that he wanted me, too.

“Are you sure?”

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