Page 73 of Biker Daddies

By how he’s gritting his teeth and how his body tenses, I know he’s coming. He pulls out before he’s done, white streams hitting her chin and chest.

“Look at you.” I bend her head back, laughing darkly at the mess Bane made. “All ravished and used. You like that, don’t you, sweetness? You love being ours.” I drive into her again and again until her body arches and her pussy tightens around me, milking me for all I’m worth.

Bane covers her mouth as her orgasm strikes her, keeping her silent while I take her bare, with no protection.

I look down, smirking when I see my come leak out with every shallow stroke.

“Damn it, Harlow. You’ll be the death of me,” I say, lazily stroking until my cock naturally slips out from softening.

Bane rolls off the bed and heads to my laundry hamper I keep here at the clubhouse, digging through until he finds a dirty shirt. He cleans his come from her chest and face, then wipes between her legs.

I pull her pajama bottoms up, hating that I have to cover that beautiful curve of her ass.

“How do you two feel now?” She exhales, a sleepy smile taking over her face. “I feel amazing.”

I chuckle, brushing her cheek with my hand, then when her eyes begin to hood, I realize our bliss is short-lived because she can’t stay in here.

She has to leave.

“Harlow?” I say her name dreadingly. “Sweetness.”

Bane clears his throat and my eyes meet his. He shakes his head.

“Not yet,” he mouths, running his fingers through her hair while she nestles against his chest. “Not yet.” He is transfixed on her.

“I know,” she says after a few minutes of silence. “I can’t stay.”

“I want you to.” I swallow. “I want you to more than anything.”

“I do too.” Her big green eyes open and land on me—paired with her fiery red hair, I’m the one who is transfixed now.

She’s beautiful.

“We will be able to one day.”

“I know.”

“How about I sneak in before dawn breaks?” she asks, rolling over onto her stomach, kicking her legs in the air as if she’s at a slumber party. “Maybe we can have fun again.”

“You’re going to wring us dry, aren’t you?”

“What? You can’t keep up, old man?” she teases, and jumps out of bed before I can spank her ass. “You know, I hear they make pills for that issue.” Harlow grimaces, clicking her tongue in concern.

“Princess,” Bane grumbles, inching forward to snag her by the waist. “We’ve shown you just how much we don’t need those pills.”

“Hmm.” She looks him up and down, then unlocks the door. “I guess we’ll find out soon, won’t we?” With a mischievous smirk, she slips out the door.

Damn it.

I think I love that girl.

17

HARLOW

Sleep doesn’t ever come to me. I’m too wired, too amped, and too damn happy. I smell Bane and Colt on me, a scent I never want to wash off. It’s only a matter of time before the club finds out about us, but the whole hiding-in-secret thing…it’s kind of a turn-on. I like having to lock the door and I like having one of their hands over my mouth to silence me.

Or better yet, I love it when they quiet me with their cock.

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