Page 39 of Biker Daddies

My lips part in shock. That’s why he came into the room. He had never kissed a woman before.

“Why?”

He smirks, but not in amusement. “Come on, Harlow. You know why.”

“I can’t say I do. I’ve dreamed of kissing you for years. I’ve dreamed of this moment for too long. So tell me.”

He takes my hand in his and presses my fingers against his scars. They run from the bottom of his nose, across his lips, and down his chin.

“No one wants to kiss a monster. It’s not sexy. It’s not appealing.” His hand drops, but I continue to trace his lips. The scars are puffy, pale, and I think about how painful this must have been. I want to ask what happened, but now isn’t the time.

I almost touch my lips to his, moving my fingers to the side of his mouth. “I do, Bane.”

He drops a hand to my hips, squeezing it before inching closer to me. “You don’t have to do this,” he says. “You can want them and not want me.”

“I want you. I want all of you.” I grip his cut and pull him to me, pressing our mouths together at last.

When the shock wears off, he relaxes, and his mouth doesn’t feel as hard. His lips are plump and the feel of his scars is different, but not unwelcome.

He cups the back of my head and kisses me as if he’s starved. His kiss isn’t like the other two. He’s powerful, hungry, and rough. Our teeth clink and his tongue is rough against mine. His tongue ring rubs across the inside of my mouth and heat pools in my panties.

How could anyone not want to kiss him?

He kisses like he lives.

Brutally.

And it’s addicting.

He tangles his hand in my hair and wraps it around his wrist, giving it a slight tug. “Fuck yes,” he growls into my mouth, pinning me against the door with his body.

Everything about him is massive. His body, his strength, and his hard cock.

He skims a hand down my body, cupping my breast, and I moan as he pinches my nipple through my shirt.

This has to be a dream.

He is kissing me, touching me, moving against me like he has never done any of these things. Bane yanks my head back again, only this time he breaks our kiss and curls his lip as he stares down at me. Menacing, he nips my chin, then my throat, sucking a mark there for all to see.

“All mine,” he mumbles like a caveman.

“Yours,” I sigh, completely content.

“I want to kiss you again,” he says, dragging his lips across my throat. “And I never want to stop. Didn’t know it could feel so good. I like it.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before snaking his tongue into my mouth and we’re lost in a kiss again.

I happen to love how his scars feel against me. Women are missing out. I bet Bane fucks brutally too, because brutal is all he has ever known.

I want to find out.

“Hey! Stop keeping her for yourself, you greedy bastard!” Colt pounds on the door and I giggle, hiding my face in Bane’s neck.

“But I want to. It’s safe in here. No one will judge you in here while you kiss me,” he says playfully, but I rear back, then push him away until he is forced to look at me.

“I wouldn’t care if they did, Bane. It wouldn’t ever stop me from kissing you whenever I want, and I will. Kiss you. Whenever I fucking want if you’ll let me.”

He still doesn’t seem like he believes me and opens the door for us to leave.

I take his hand and walk out the door. Bane is glued to my back and I feel his hard length pressing against my ass.

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