Page 60 of Biker Daddies

“Me too,” Bane echoes their agreement.

“Well, I could say you’re handsome, but it’s doing you a disservice because you’re so much more than that,” I say with confidence.

Alto walks over to me again, his cock swinging slightly, and I notice the dry come and—oh my god—a little blood.

From me.

From my virginity.

I swallow, thankful when he squats to meet my eyes because I’m a little embarrassed. How do they feel knowing they were my first? Do they wish I was more experienced?

“Thank you,” Alto says, staring at me as if I’m the only thing in the world that matters to him. It’s intense.

I nod, my entire body buzzing with his awareness.

“And don’t ever be embarrassed.” Two fingers lift my chin and his mismatched eyes dart over my face. “I see it. Nothing was sexier than what we did last night. I love the evidence left behind. I don’t ever want it to go away.” He kisses my forehead just as the sound of rushing water comes on. “I’m going to go make us coffee and then we probably need to head to the clubhouse.”

I gasp, rolling out of bed, covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh, no. Oh, no, no. Where’s my phone? What time is it?” I panic, looking around the room for the damn device. I can’t remember where I put it.

“Woah, hey. Why? What’s going on?” Bane rolls out of bed and the mattress squeaks under his weight. I have to hold my breath that the bed doesn’t break from him. If they’re all going to stay over here, I’ll need a bigger—and much stronger—bed.

“She’s got a date with Grim, remember?” Colt leans his shoulder against the side of the wall and crosses his arms over his chest.

Bane sneers, charging at me with long steps, but I know he won’t hurt me. He pins me against the wall. His hand slams against the wall above my head and the other cups my aching, sore pussy. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Do we need to fill this pussy with our come again?”

I whimper, remembering the mess we made last night.

“Bane, she’s probably sore today. She can’t,” Colt tells him, and some of the rage lifts from Bane’s eyes.

He grunts, his hand moving from the space between my legs to my chin. He forces my mouth open. “Her mouth is fine,” he tells the guys, and my heart rate picks up a notch. “Do we need to fill your mouth until your jaw aches? We’ll leave you so sore you won’t be able to fucking talk to him.”

“Bane,” I gasp his name, squeezing my thighs together. “I don’t want to go on a date with him. I want you, Colt, and Alto. I wasn’t interested in him when I saw him. I only wanted…” I stop speaking because I know what I say will bite me in the ass.

“What?” Colt urges me on.

“Yeah, sweetheart. What?” Alto’s voice deepens, rough and low like a grumbling engine of a vintage car.

“I wanted to make you jealous. I wanted you to be upset,” I blurt.

“Mission. Accomplished.” Bane takes a step away and I look down, noticing his cock is rock-hard, the piercings glinting in the morning light peeking through the windows.

God, he is huge. Thick at the base and wide at the tip.

“If it weren’t for the fact that you need time to heal because you took us so well last night, I’d bend you over this fucking bed and ruin you for the day, Harlow. Go get your ass in the bath right now before I spank it red so you can’t sit down.” Bane cracks his neck and takes a deep breath. “I’m going to kill that guy.”

I step up to the hulking man, the one everyone is so afraid of, the one where people can’t look past his scars and tattoos, but I see right through him. I touch his chest and he releases a breath, his hand falling on top of mine to hold it there.

“I can’t lose you when I just got you,” he whispers so quietly only I can hear.

The admission has tears stinging my eyes. “I don’t want him. I want you.” I look around the room to notice we are alone again.

“Why?” he asks in private, something he wouldn’t do if Alto and Colt were around. “I’m fucked-up, Harlow. You could do so much better than me. You could have Colt and Alto.”

“There is no Colt and Alto without you. You aren’t fucked-up.” I trace his scars over his lips with my fingers. “You’re perfect and no one has told you that enough, but I am obsessed with every part of you. Even your scars. I…I enjoy how they feel against my lips and my body.”

Heat replaces fear in an instant. “Really?”

“Really. If I wasn’t so sore, I’d let you bend me over.”

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