Page 22 of Biker Daddies

That place is disgusting and it’s a prospect’s job.

I toss my phone to the side and rub my hands over my face, groaning at myself because this cannot end well.

Standing, I stretch, my back cracks audibly and I sigh in relief. My eyes burn from the lack of sleep, but I can sleep when I’m dead, I suppose. I scratch my stomach and head to the attached bathroom, flip on the shower, kick off my sweatpants, and walk into the oasis I created.

I’m a sucker for a good shower. I have a huge showerhead from the ceiling and it rains down on me. I love it.

I catch myself against the wall with my hand, hanging my head, and let the water hit the back of my neck. God, it feels good.

My cock comes to life, typical when I wake up in the mornings, and I wrap my fist around the length. I don’t think about anything. I only think of the pleasure and how badly I want to come. I watch my cock slip in and out of my fist, and immediately I’m hit with an image of me bending Harlow over the bed, fucking her tight little virgin cunt.

I can’t believe she admitted that, but knowing we could be the only ones to touch her fucking ruins me.

I shake my head, needing to get the image out of my head, but then my imagination takes over. It’s Bane fucking her now and Colt has her mouth while I play with her ass. She’s moaning for us and my mouth parts as I pant, stroking myself quicker.

My thumb rubs over the tip, dipping into the slit, the image of Harlow morphs until her lips are wrapped around my cock and that’s all it takes for my entire body to tighten. Come shoots from my cock and one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my life rips through my system.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse and groan at the same time knowing this orgasm is wrong on every level but it feels so damn good. I let go of myself, trying to catch my breath, and squeeze my eyes shut.

Shit. What did I do? What did I just do? There’s no coming back from that. If I gave in once, I’ll do it again.

And again.

Until the thought of her isn’t enough and I’ll need more.

“Damn it,” I say to myself, then clean my come from the wall.

After I wash my hair and body, I step out of the shower, snag the towel, and dry off. Regret and guilt are heavy on my mind today. Probably will be tomorrow too. How the hell am I going to face Grizzly?

After brushing my teeth, putting on deodorant and a spritz of cologne, I get dressed. Black ripped jeans, an MC t-shirt, and my cut. I head to the kitchen, my cock still semi-hard because I can’t stop thinking about fucking Harlow.

Who would be the one to claim her virginity out of the three of us?

Christ, I need to stop. None of us. No one is going to touch her.

“You look like shit,” Colt says, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“I feel like shit,” I grumble.

I snag a mug from the cabinet and pour my own coffee, then for Bane too because he will be in here any minute when he hears us.

“Didn’t sleep?”

I turn to Colt, lean against the counter, and notice he has bags under his eyes too. My stomach twists because I have a feeling it’s for the same reason.

“No,” I finally answer. “I tossed and turned all night.” I open the fridge and grab the creamer, shivering when I see Colt drink straight-up black coffee.

It’s so bitter.

I pour the peppermint mocha creamer until I reach the desired color of my coffee, then give it a stir.

“Same,” he admits, then lowers his voice. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Alto. What the fuck? I have never had this problem before. I have never thought about her like that, but now…”

“I know. I know,” I say with too much understanding.

Bane finally comes into the kitchen with a scowl on his face. He looks exhausted too. He slams every cabinet door to get a mug, slams it on the counter, and does the same with the fridge.

“I guess you didn’t sleep well either,” Colt points out.

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