Page 40 of Biker Daddies

He’s huge.

Surely all of them can’t be that big?

“’Bout time. We were going to send in a search and rescue party.”

“She was safe with me, Colt.”

“I wasn’t worried about you, Bane.” Colt winks at me.

Bane chuckles.

“Okay, where do you want your tattoo?” Alto pats the chair.

I shimmy out of my pants and Bane growls while Colt drops something. It clinks against the floor as I stand in front of the three of them in my panties.

Tracing where my panties sit, I push them aside. “Here?” I drag my finger over the smooth flesh. “And maybe here?” I mirror the other side. “Then…” I turn around and slip a finger across the crease where my ass meets my thigh. “And here.”

“Goddamn it.” Bane readjusts himself and his nostrils flare, the nose rings catching the light and glimmering.

Damn, he is hot.

“Lie down then, sweetheart. And we will take real good care of you.”

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ALTO

The buzzing of our needles fills the space. Every now and then, Bane grunts as he wipes the excess ink from her skin that we have marked as ours.

That she doesn’t know about, but we had to mark her as ours. We are in this, and we will deal with the consequences later. I think she thought we’d give her cute tattoos. Flowers or some shit, but no.

She trusted us, and hopefully, it won’t bite us in the ass.

“How are you doing, Princess?” Bane asks her, a softness to his face I’ve never seen before. He kisses her forehead and she winces when Colt hits a sensitive spot with the needle.

“I’m okay,” she breathes, her knuckles turning white with how hard she’s tightening her fists. “It hurts. I won’t lie.” She opens her eyes and stares at Bane. “How do you have your entire body tattooed?”

“Pain doesn’t bother me, Princess, but I will say, getting my cock tattooed wasn’t fun.”

“You have your cock tattooed?” she yelps, moving her body on the table, and I give her a stern look.

“Sweetheart, you have to be still. If we weren’t the best, you’d have a line down your leg right now.”

“I’m trying, but he just said he tattooed his cock. I’m curious.”

“Why? Do you want to see for yourself?” Bane asks her, and suddenly she becomes bashful. Bane laughs, wiping the tattoo again. “Not right now, but maybe one day.”

We are in so deep, and I can’t even think straight. I have no regrets, but there is a conversation I keep playing in my head.

In my fantasy, I’m having a talk with Grizzly about dating his daughter.

No, not dating. Dating is for teenagers.

Claiming his daughter. Making her mine. My old lady.

He grins, happy, and shakes my hand.

The other thought—he shoots me in the kneecap, tortures me for days on end, then kills me.

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