Page 120 of Single Mom's Bikers

She wants them to find us. Wants them to watch what I do to her before joining in.

“Fucking tease.” I lift her onto the counter, hands already pushing that shirt higher. “You planned this.”

“Maybe.” Her legs wrap around my waist. “Working so far, isn’t it?”

Her breasts have grown fuller since the pregnancy, and her nipples are darker and more sensitive. When I take one in my mouth, she arches with a gasp that goes straight to my cock.

“Quiet.” I remind her. “Don’t want to wake the girls.”

She bites her lip, trying to muffle her sounds as I work her nipples. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in when I suck particularly hard.

“Zane.” My name comes breathless.

I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her soaked through her panties. “So wet already. Sure you want to start without them?”

She grinds against my palm. “I don’t care.”

Who am I to deny her? I push the thin fabric aside, sliding two fingers deep while my thumb works her clit. She’s tighter than ever.

“Fuck.” The word escapes when she clenches around my fingers. “Love how responsive you are like this.”

Movement on the stairs catches my attention—Chase leaning against the wall, watching us, his hair still damp from the shower. His eyes meet mine over Evie’s shoulder.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He grins. “Enjoying the show.”

Evie moans at his voice, riding my fingers harder. “Join us?”

“In a minute.” He settles into a chair. “Want to watch Zane make you come first.”

The exhibitionist streak that made her put on window shows comes roaring back. She throws her head back, giving Chase a perfect view of where my fingers disappear inside her.

“Close?” I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her shake.

She nods, beyond words. I work her faster, harder until she comes with a cry muffled against my shoulder.

“Beautiful.” Chase’s voice comes rough. “Now get those clothes off her.”

I obey, stripping her shirt over her head. Her panties join it on the floor, leaving her naked and flushed on our kitchen counter.

“My turn.” Chase moves behind her, hands cupping her breasts while I drop to my knees.

The first taste of her is like heaven, sweet and perfect. She’s dripping, swollen, and sensitive from her first orgasm. I lap at her slowly, savoring every drop while Chase works her nipples.

“Please.” She rocks against my tongue. “Need more.”

“More what?” Rick’s voice joins us. “Started without me?”

“She was impatient.” I come up for air, chin wet with her arousal. “Couldn’t wait.”

He moves closer, already hard in his sweats. “That right, baby? Couldn’t wait for all of us?”

She reaches for him, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. “I want all of you now.”

“How do you want us?” Chase asks, still teasing her nipples. “Tell us what you need.”

She shivers between us. “Want to feel you all. Want—oh!”

My tongue finds her clit again, cutting off her words. Chase keeps her upright while Rick swallows her moans with kisses.

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