Page 75 of Biker Daddies

“After a few sips, I decided I didn’t need it. I’m on my way back to bed,” I lie effortlessly, feeling like complete hell about it.

“Alright.” He doesn’t believe me. I see it as he looks at me, analyzing me to decide if figuring out my lie is worth the time and energy. “Be careful. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I give him a tight smile with an awkward wave. The click of his door sounds again but this time I wait a few to see if he comes back out.

When it’s just me, I hurry to Colt’s room, dashing inside before anyone can see me and ease the door shut.

My breath trembles as it escapes me.

“I was wondering when you’d come back.”

The sound of Alto’s voice surprises me. I spin around and see the three men. Colt is in bed reading a book. Bane is sharpening his knives. Alto whips his belt off with one hand and the end of it cracks the air. I jump, for a moment feeling it on my skin even though he’s nowhere near me.

“Why don’t you tell me what I missed out on, sweetheart?”

I lick my lips, holding my robe together tightly as his eyes darken, the two different colors piercing me in intense ways that shouldn’t be allowed. The golden brown sinks me to my knees, drowning me in evil, while the blue one praises me for being so good.

But the praise makes me come.

And there’s only so much I can take.

“I…” I whimper, unsure what to say. “You were asleep. I was worried about them. I wanted to make them feel better.”

Alto unzips his pants and leaves them open. The V on either side of his hips vanishes beneath the denim and my mouth waters. “That doesn’t answer my question, does it?”

Bane lets out a dark chuckle while Colt casually flips the page in the book he’s reading. They aren’t going to help me.

“I didn’t think I’d get in trouble for being with them.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You aren’t in trouble. You can have any of us, any time, but when I can be in here you better make sure to wake me up because I’ll be damned if I miss you getting filled and drenched.”

I gasp, the robe way too warm as a fever takes over my body.

“And I don’t like to miss any moment where my woman orgasms. So, paint me a picture, Harlow. I want to envision every detail.”

I open and close my mouth, not sure where to begin. Bane sets down his knives and I realize he’s in his boxers while Colt is in the same gym shorts he fucked me in.

It jogs my memory.

“I came into the room. But I wasn’t wearing this. I got in trouble for what I was wearing.” I undo the robe and let it fall to the floor. “They said I wasn’t allowed to wear this at the clubhouse.”

Alto’s nostrils flare and his muscles flex. His chin tilts down, the glint in his eyes feral. “They are right. You will never wear that around anyone else again. Fuck.” He palms his cock through his jeans and already I can see the plump outline forming. “What’s next? What did you do without me?”

I crawl onto the bed, taking my time. Arching my back, I sway my ass in the air to give him a show. “Then I crawled between them, wanting to be close, and then we just started to kiss. Like this—” I grab Colt’s face and kiss him within an inch of my life, tongues dueling, and he moans down my throat, cupping my breast while rubbing a thumb over my nipple. I break away from him, breathless, and turn to Bane. “Then, I needed Bane.” Bane dives in, his tongue more demanding and forceful than Colt’s. He feels me up too, only his hold on me is tighter.

“Tell him what you did next,” Bane urges, kissing along my jaw. “Tell him how you stroked our cocks.”

“Is that right?” Alto asks, intrigued.

“And then I fucked this sweet little mouth while Colt filled her pussy. I had to keep her quiet. She wasn’t able to follow that rule.”

Alto grips my ankle and yanks me to the foot of the bed, his jeans dropping to the floor. He pushes my flimsy shorts and panties to the side, humming when he sees the evidence from earlier.

“Still so messy, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t want to wash them away yet.” I blush, realizing how dirty that sounds.

“Good, because I’m about to add to it anyway.” He lifts my legs until the backs of my thighs are against his stomach and my heels are pressed against his shoulders. Keeping my panties pushed to the side, he drives himself inside me.

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