Page 37 of Biker Daddies

He flattens his palm across my cheek and leans in.

I gasp, not moving, afraid, nervous, curious, and so many other things. “What are you doing?”

“Something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since a week ago.” He presses his lips against mine, soft yet dominant as he kisses me.

Oh. My. God.

Alto is kissing me.

I clutch the Coke can so hard in my hands the aluminum dents. I’m too afraid to touch him or he’ll pull away from me.

He wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me closer, groaning into my mouth as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. My mouth finally opens, accepting his kiss, and his tongue flicks against mine.

I whimper.

God, this has to be a dream.

The creak of the can in my hands becomes louder as the kiss becomes deeper, hotter, and more desperate.

“Fuck,” Colt curses.

“They look good,” Bane says next.

“So fucking good,” Colt agrees.

Alto brings the kiss to a slow end, and as he breaks away my eyes are closed and my lips tingle. I don’t want it to be over.

“I shouldn’t have done that, but I don’t regret it for one minute.”

I open my eyes and see his hunger glaring back at me.

“Wow,” I say, a bit astounded.

“She’s all dazed and confused now, Alto,” Colt states. “It’s my turn.”

I’m jerked to my feet and Alto steals the Coke from my hands. I’m still numb, wondering if reality is, well, real, when Colt places his hand on the back of my head and pulls me to him. My body is flushed against his and I can feel every ripple of his abs.

“Oh, sweetness, you have no idea the trouble you’ve just caused,” he says, slanting his lips on mine.

I melt into him, my body awakening, and press my palms against his stomach as Colt encompasses me.

His lips aren’t as big as Alto’s, but they are just as soft. They aren’t as commanding, but gentle, as if he’s preparing to give my entire body a sweet caress.

“Fuck, sweetness. You feel good.”

Before I can say anything, he’s kissing me again, only this time I can feel the hard length of his erection pressing against me. I gasp and he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth.

Oh.

Oh, I can see why he has a reputation for his tongue. He knows how to use it. If he’s this good at kissing, then I bet he’d be amazing between my legs.

He breaks free, smirking, then spins me around and pushes me to Bane. “Bane. It’s your turn. She’s sweet, brother. All soft and new. I’m addicted.”

I stand in front of Bane, eyes wide and I bet I look high. My lips tingle and they have to be red and puffy from the previous kisses.

Bane takes a step away from me and his lips tighten, the scars down his mouth seeming more fierce and brutal.

“That’s not funny, Colt.”

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