Page 4 of Savage Daddies

“The ball, if you please, miss.”

I didn’t even realize I was holding one.

“It’s my turn.” He turns to the table, brown eyes pinched. Two strong, tattooed arms tense and get ready to shoot.

Bingo. Straight into the other team’s cup.

He regroups with the other two, and my eyes veer over to them.

Group sex has never piqued my interest before, but my body craves a foursome tonight. I imagine Godzilla bending me over and fucking me from behind, tattooed arms hooked under my stomach to bring me closer to his dick. If it’s anything like his height, I’m in for a treat.

Then there’s the one on his left. Blue-eyed beauty. His hair is more of an iron gray, and his eyes shine brighter than the neon lights flashing around us. Time stands still when our eyes lock. He’s wearing contacts. Has to be. There’s blue eyes, and then there’sblueeyes. The kind that entrance you.

Make you forget that it’s your turn to throw.

“Come on, Zoe.” A pair of hands rattle me back to reality.

The ball misses the other team’s cup again.

“They’re distracting you,” teases Teagan. “You can use my room if you want.”

“I’m not about to fuck somebody’s dad.”

She scoffs. “Don’t be silly. They’re not dads.” A pause. “Not yet, at least.”

“Fuck, no.”

She pulls me away from the team, amber eyes glistening. “Merideth—you know her? Apparently she has a thing with some of them.”

“Not—?”

“Not these guys, no. Some others in the group. Apparently they’re quite kinky. Have some kind of arrangement.”

“Whatkindof arrangement?” I flash my eyes back to them for a second. Honestly, they seem like the type. Bikers that hunt in packs probably share more than each other’s Harleys.

Teagan smiles. “Why don’t you find out?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit…daring?”

“Totally.” Teagan grits her teeth to contain the excited squeal that wants to burst through. “Look at them. Best sex of your life, right there. Forget about literature with Mr. Reeves. Right there. Behind you. If there’s one thing more dangerous than trying to seduce your literature teacher, it’s this. Three bikers that look like they’re up to no good. Come on. Don’t disappoint yourself. You’ve been waiting for a dose of adrenaline for a while now, haven’t you?”

Damn, the girl’s got a point. Anything for a high. To feel excitement racing through my veins. It buckles my knees to see them standing there like that. They’re like knights, except their shining armor is black leather and too many tattoos.

Too many tattoos is good, though. It shows character. Life experience.

The full-body leather must be making them overheat. Maybe they need somebody to help take it off.

Even earthquakes couldn’t shake these guys. They stand so tall. So manly.

The one on the right leaves his pack to come talk to me.

I whip around.

No sight of Teagan.

“You’ve been doin’ an awful lot of staring,” he chuckles.

The country accent melts me in seconds.

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