Page 84 of Biker Daddies

The professor stops his lecture and every eye in the room lands on us.

“Can I help you?” he asks, the white hair catching the bright fluorescents.

“No,” Bane snips in his friendly tone, which isn’t friendly at all. “Harlow. Come on. We gotta talk.”

“You can’t barge into my classroom and demand to see a student. You can wait until class is over.”

I take one step forward and out of the corner of my eyes I see Harlow packing up her stuff. “We can because we donate too much money to this campus. It might even pay your little salary, Teach.” I brush his shoulder as if something’s on it. “We will take what is ours,” I whisper into his ear. “And she is ours.”

“Harlow!” he bellows, his turkey neck wobbling from the force. “Harlow, do you need me to call campus security?”

“No, Professor Ziggler. I’m fine. I promise. So sorry for the interruption. They don’t have manners.” She tilts her head at us, shoving her bag up her shoulder.

“I’ll show you just how bad my manners are later,” Bane says loud enough for the entire class to hear, and a few people chuckle while most of the men and women have open mouths.

Harlow blushes, picking up a pep in her step to hurry out the door.

“Be safe.” I wave. “Don’t do drugs. Or whatever the fuck they tell you here.” I salute before walking out, closing the door behind me.

Harlow’s red hair fans around her shoulders as she spins around, the pink hue still tinting her cheeks. “Oh my god. Could you guys be any more obvious? That was so embarrassing. How am I going to show my face in there again?”

“You will.” I grip her by the ass and pull her to me, stealing a kiss from her plump lips. “And you’ll show off all the love marks we’ll leave on your neck,” I whisper, kissing down her throat. “And you’ll feel us between your thighs because we will fuck you the morning you have to walk in here.”

“Colt,” she moans my name and I have no doubt the classroom can hear her.

Bane wraps his arm around her and twirls her to him. He cups the back of her head and kisses her until she can’t breathe. “Let’s get you home because I want to rip these clothes off.”

“O-okay,” she stutters.

“And we need to talk,” I add. “Talk first. Then play.”

“You suck the fun out of everything.” Bane pushes open the doors and I take her hand for a few seconds, needing to feel her skin against mine before the real world makes me sacrifice it.

Right as we step through the door, I have to let her go, because someone could see us and we have to be the ones to tell Grizzly.

I make the mistake of looking at her and see the rejection slash across her face and it kills me. “All I want to do is take you in my arms and kiss you until your knees buckle. I want to tell the world you’re mine. I’m not ashamed of you. I don’t want you to think that for a moment.”

“No, I know. I can’t wait for that day. It doesn’t make it hurt less. I know you three want me. Sometimes, I feel like this is all a silly fling for you. You know, the age gap thing. A sweet little virgin with older men, that type of deal.”

Bane stops in his tracks and I nearly run into him, but he spins around, tilting her chin up with his finger, and inches close. “Don’t lie, Princess. You are not a virgin. I remember that cherry on my cock.”

“Bane,” she whispers, bashful and adorable.

Her eyes dance across the quad to see if anyone heard him.

“You can’t just say things like that.”

“I just did,” he says. “And this isn’t a fling. I don’tfling.You can ask the guys. This is real. This doesn’t end. It’s all of us or nothing and I can’t go back to nothing.” Bane takes a risk and kisses her forehead. “Come on. Alto is waiting for us. We have a lot to talk to you about since you haven’t been around.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve had to catch up on my classwork. I had to write an essay. I can’t focus when I’m around you three.”

“And as much as I love that, we can keep our hands to ourselves. We just want you around, sweetness. Okay? I’d love to see you work and be in your element. We like your company. Not just for sex.”

She gives me a smile that could brighten the night. “Okay. I have a paper to write today and tomorrow. I’d love to hang out with you three at the house then,” she says.

“You’ll have to with what we have to talk to you about.” We get to our temporary bikes the mechanic shop we own had on hand. “We’ll meet you at your apartment, okay?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

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