Page 127 of Single Mom's Bikers

Her skin glows under the low light, flushed and damp with exertion, and her eyes flutter open to meet mine.

I lean down to capture her mouth in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. My teeth graze her bottom lip, and she moans into me, her body arching into Zane’s touch.

Chase’s machine stops, and the room falls silent except for the sound of her ragged breathing. We take a moment to admire our work—the tree alive against her skin, its branches wrapping around her hip like an embrace.

“Beautiful,” Chase murmurs. He cleans and bandages the tattoo carefully, his touch reverent. “You’re incredible, Evie.”

But her eyes aren’t on the tattoo—they’re on us. And the heat in her gaze tells me exactly what she wants.

“No more waiting,” she says, her voice stronger now, her body trembling with need.

Zane grins, his hands already sliding up her thighs. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

I move closer, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “Tonight, we make you ours. Completely.”

And then we do just that.

Zane’s lips find the sensitive spot just below her ear. She gasps as he nips at her skin, the sound spurring me on.

I take her hand and guide her up from the chair, her body pliant, trembling with anticipation. Chase pulls her into him next, his hands framing her face as he kisses her with all the quiet intensity he’s known for.

Her fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer, while Zane drops to his knees behind her. His hands spread her thighs, and the first brush of his tongue along her crack makes her cry out into Chase’s mouth.

I step closer, my hand sliding over her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine. She arches, pressing herself further into Chase as Zane laps into her hole.

“She tastes like heaven,” Zane mutters, his voice rough, before diving back in, his tongue now teasing her clit in lazy circles.

Chase lifts her effortlessly, laying her down onto the padded chaise he uses for posing clients during shoots. Her hair fans out behind her, her flushed body glowing in the soft light. She’s a goddess, laid bare before us, and we intend to worship her properly.

I lean over her, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s all heat and possession. My hands skim her sides, stopping to palm her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. She whimpers into my mouth, her body writhing between us, desperate for more.

“Rick,” she pleads, her hands fisting the waistband of my pants. “Please…”

“Not yet,” I murmur, though my own restraint is fraying fast. “We’re taking our time with you tonight.”

Zane’s hands grip her thighs tighter as he doubles down, his mouth devouring her, his fingers teasing her entrance. Her moans rise higher and louder, her body trembling with the effort to stay still.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Chase murmurs, his hand stroking her cheek as his other hand teases her nipple. “We’ve got you.”

Her release comes like a tidal wave, her body arching off the chaise as Zane drives her through it. She cries out, her hands clutching at us for grounding as the pleasure consumes her.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I breathe.

She turns in Zane’s arms, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Her hands slide under his shirt while Chase presses against her back, careful of the fresh tattoo.

I watch her melt between them, her body remembering our rhythms.

Chase’s hands cup her breasts from behind as Zane kisses down her neck. Her soft moans fill the candlelit room when his thumbs find her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks.

“Want to taste you again,” Zane murmurs against her throat, already dropping to his knees. His tongue finds her wet center while Chase continues working her breasts. She reaches for me, pulling me closer to kiss her deeply.

Her release builds quickly under Zane’s skilled mouth. Chase and I swallow her cries, supporting her trembling body between us.

When Zane stands, his face glistening with her arousal, she pulls him in for a passionate kiss.

“Sofa,” Chase suggests, already lifting her. She wraps her legs around his waist, and we lay her on the king-size sofa in the office.

She ends up on her hands and knees, taking Chase’s cock deep in her mouth while Zane slides into her from behind.

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