Page 53 of Biker Daddies

Colt grabs the deadbolt and locks it.

Harlow’s hands fall to her hips. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to leave. I have things to do and how dare you tell my friends to get out when this is their house.”

Colt shrugs out of his cut and tosses it on the kitchen counter. “Sweetness, we canbecausewe dare.”

Bane steps in front of her and places a hand at the base of her throat. “And we will do anything if it means getting closer to you.” He moves his palm up, wrapping his fingers around the front of her neck and pulling her into a kiss.

She doesn’t even fight him. Harlow sinks into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Wrapping my wrist in her hair, I yank her head back, forcing the kiss between Bane and her to come to a quick end.

She gasps from the tight hold I have on her, no doubt a sting firing through her scalp. Her head is tilted back and if she moves, her hair will pull and it will not feel good.

“I’m going to say this once, sweetheart, before we strip you down and claim you. You’re ours. You aren’t allowed to be with anyone else. You’re mine. You’re Bane’s. You’re Colt’s. You will not go out with that fucking VP from the other club or so help me,” I sneer, bringing her close to my face so she can feel how my lips move as I say the next words, “I will kill him and have his parts delivered to your doorstep.”

Her pupils dilate from the threat, but not in fear. She wets her lips with her tongue. “How long do I have to be a secret?” she asks, just as my hand roams her curves.

“Until we figure out what’s going on with Grim,” Colt replies, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “We think he isn’t here on honorable terms and his interest in you not only pisses me off but raises red flags. You aren’t allowed to have him touch you.”

“What if he does?” Her tone is challenging, as if she wants Grim to touch her just to see what we will do.

“As Alto said, we’ll start delivering body parts and your ass will be red for a week.”

She inhales a sharp breath and Bane grumbles low in his chest. “I think she likes the idea of getting spanked,” Bane says, taking a step forward to complete the circle we have around her.

Harlow’s eyes dart back and forth to each of us, not knowing who to focus on.

Her shirt rides up from the rough grip and awkward position I have her in. Colt skims his hand across her bare belly and her nipples harden, showing us she isn’t wearing a bra. The tight peaks push against the thin material, giving us a slight tease of what’s hiding under there.

“Are you okay with that? We don’t want to keep you a secret, Harlow. You’re our property now and whatever we have to deal with from your dad, we will, but that isn’t the priority,” I explain. “Grim being here is, and I need to make sure you’re okay with waiting to spill the truth until after he leaves.”

She nods. “Yes, as long as I know I won’t be a secret forever, then I’m okay with that.”

“Fuck yes.” Bane is the first one to attack. He grips her shirt and rips it from the collar with his hands. Her shirt falls to pieces on the floor and we finally get the view of her perfect tits. They are big enough to fit in our hands and Bane is the first one to touch them.

He bends his head down, sucking one of the taut nipples into his mouth. She whimpers, bucking against us as his tongue lashes out, swirling around the bead. He groans, kissing across her chest to the other.

“So perfect,” Colt praises. “Has anyone ever played with you before, sweetness?”

The thought of other men touching her has me see red.

“No.” Her mouth parts when Bane jerks her shorts down and she’s standing naked in front of us.

Roughly and by the back of her neck, I drag her to her bedroom and toss her on the bed. She lies there in the middle the bed and that’s when I notice the tattoos.

They are well taken care of with a shine of ointment telling me she’s taken care of them.

“Good.” I finally peel my tongue from the roof of my mouth, then shuck off my shirt. “Only we will ever touch you, sweetheart. You’re ours.” I undress, kicking my boots off first.

Colt stands next to the bed, dropping his shirt on the floor. “I want you to unbutton my pants, sweetness. I want my cock to be the first you touch.”

Naked, I lean my knees against the bed and watch. Harlow rolls onto her stomach before pushing onto her hands and knees, swaying that plump ass into the air. Her hands tremble with nerves and Bane is crawling in the bed behind her, kissing the delicate curve of her shoulder.

His tattooed body against her plain canvas is gorgeous. All dark and twisted against innocence and light.

“You’re doing good, Princess. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. We love we get to teach you,” Bane whispers, sliding his hands from her back to her breasts.

She groans, tilting her head back on his shoulder and losing herself in his touch. Colt grins while Bane plays with her nipples again, lightly plucking and pinching them to pull needy sounds from her.

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