Page 61 of Biker Daddies

He palms my cheek, cupping my face gently as if he’s afraid he’ll break it if he touches me too hard. His lips are soft when they meet mine and I make a note to remember Bane is going to need reassurance. He isn’t like the other guys. He has always been beaten down, but not anymore.

Never again.

I’m tugged away from Bane, and he growls in annoyance.

“She needs to soak in a hot bath. You animal. Plus, I want some.” Colt spins me around and grins knowingly before kissing me too.

I melt.

There isn’t a woman on this earth right now who is as happy as I am.

“I can shower. I don’t need to soak.”

“It will feel good. I put some Epsom salt in there with some bubble bath.”

“And—” Alto says, holding a very full cup of coffee. “You have coffee. We will get ready in the other bathroom and see what’s going on at the clubhouse.”

I sigh when I sink into the tub. “You were right. This feels good.”

Alto sets the mug down. “Good. We’ll be back soon.”

I nod, closing my eyes as exhaustion weighs me down again. I forget about everything, including the coffee, and let the warmth of the water ease the tension in my muscles.

“Sweetheart?” Alto’s voice pulls me out of a sleepy state. “Harlow.” He touches my shoulder and I drag my eyes open, smiling at him as I stretch.

“Hi,” I greet.

“Hi.” He taps the tip of my nose. “You’ve been in here for a half hour. The water is cool. Why don’t you shower now and we can get ready to go to the clubhouse. It’s around nine in the morning right now but no messages yet,” he informs me. “But your dad won’t be happy if you don’t go out with the VP. He did say it was up to you, but he’s really wanting the clubs to get along. Something doesn’t sit right with me about it. I know it isn’t right for us to ask, but I think it’s best if we wait to tell your dad about us until Grim is out of our hair. I’m not wanting to keep you a secret. Ever.” He brushes his thumb over my lips. “I swear.”

I nod and stand as the tub drains. “I think it’s best if we wait anyway. Dad isn’t going to be happy about this dynamic. We need to make sure we’re all in this for good.” I grab the towel and look down, reminded of my tattoos. “Fuck! My tattoos. They’re probably ruined now, right? No, no, no.” I dab them dry and Alto lifts me out of the tub, snatches the towel from me and dries me off.

“We’re in this. There is no getting out of this. And we should have remembered the tattoos. They look okay, but if they are fucked up, we will fix it okay?”

I sigh, more upset than I should be. Here I am angry my tattoos are probably fucked up, when two days ago I was furious I had them.

Now, I don’t want to imagine what my body would look like without them.

“I guess I need to cancel my tattoo removal appointment.”

Alto glares at me. “Damn right you are. You get them removed, your ass will be back on that table and you’ll be marked again.”

My breath catches from the threat. A part of me wants to get them removed just to see if that will happen.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart. I see the wheels turning. Go get dressed.”

I don’t move, still thinking about being laid out on that tattoo table.

“Go,” he warns me. “Get that thought out of your head right now. Do not play with fire, Harlow.”

“I don’t know. Fire sounds so much fun to pay with.”

He lunges for me and I scream playfully, running out of the room, but there’s nowhere for me to go. He snags me by the waist and tosses me on the bed, pinning me under him.

“You are testing my control.” His cock is hard against my bare leg. All he’d have to do is unzip and slide into me.

“Alto.” I rub my hand over his cock. “Please.”

He groans, pulling away. “No. Nope. Get dressed. You need time, sweetheart. I can wait a day. We need to get to the clubhouse, and while nothing would make me happier than to have your scent all over me, it wouldn’t be good.”

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