Page 47 of Savage Daddies

“Take off my clothes,” she says.

It’s a demand, not a request.

“No,” says Bullwhip. He crosses his arms over his chest like a pissed-off security guard. “Nobody will be taking off any clothes.”

Zoe whimpers, and then stands up.

Wrangler and I take our hands away.

Maybe I’ll superglue them to her next time so I don’t have a choice.

“Why not?” Zoe purses her lips, and then walks over to where Bullwhip is standing by the bathroom stalls. “Loosen up a little.” She tugs on his jacket collar. “When was the last time you had fun?”

The question hardens his jaw, and he turns away.

“Hey?” Zoe smooths her hand up his cheek, and this slowly turns his head back toward hers. “Just once. One time. Then you’ll never see me again.”

Never see her again?That ruins my erection. I collapse against the sink like a deflated balloon. I thought about Zoe most days after the masquerade party, even without knowing it washer.Something beyond explanation draws me to her. It’s like we’re magnets. Like we’re drawn together.

Opposites attract. And we are opposites. She’s an optimistic soul with a Paris obsession, and I’m a teacher turned biker still trying to reinvent myself. We’re worlds apart, even now that she wears Felix’s ring on her finger.

It’s best we part ways after this, because she’s too good for all of us. I’ll bore her the same as Trudy, and the heartache will significantly decrease my lifespan. To avoid chaos, it’s better if everyone moves on with their lives.

But that won’t magically solve the trouble that Zoe and her daughter are in.

“You have a husband and a daughter,” says Bullwhip. “Things are different now.”

“What do you meannow?” Zoe squints up at him.

“You’re not thinking straight,” he says.

“No.” She slides a hand up his chest.

They look good together, and I know Bullwhip thinks that too. His lip twitches, and his chest remains stationary. Looks like his lungs are failing him—no breath enters or leaves his nose.

I turn to Wrangler. “Do you want her?”

“Is the grass green?” he replies.

Standing on her tiptoes, Zoe plants a kiss to Bullwhip’s temple. “Mmmm.” She finds a shoulder. “So much tension.” Their mouths are inches apart now. “Show me a good time…” She turns back to us. “All of you. I don’t know what it feels like anymore to?—”

Zoe crashes against the counter, ass hitting the sink as Bullwhip shadows over her, holding her hands over her head. Their lips meet in a hot, tangled mess, breaths ragged.

Wrangler and I join the action and smooth our hands over her body. The modest dress only exposes a slither of her collarbone. God, I could rip the garment off her and tear it to shreds, so we’re bound to this room forever.

But that’ll get us in trouble.

Also, we risk somebody walking in.

We can’t be too long.

I suppose locking ourselves into a stall is another option, but not all four of us will fit.

Wrangler and I lift Zoe up onto the side and keep her balance as she spreads her legs. They lock around Bullwhip as he presses himself into her center.

My balls feel ready to explode. She’s sensational. Her red, blushed cheeks. The soft, tanned skin. The right-angle jaw and soft, fluttering lashes. Mascara clumps around her eyes. She was crying before we entered. There’s a leak of black makeup down her cheek, and her eyes are swollen. Even crying, she’s pretty.

I’m glad we’ve found a way to improve her mood.

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