Page 85 of Biker Daddies

“No,” Bane answers her. “It’s not.”

“Don’t sugarcoat it for her, Bane.”

“Okay?” He sounds like he doesn’t understand me.

Mumbling profanities under my breath, I hop on my bike and start it. Without waiting for the man, I start the short journey back to her place.

It’s just across the road from the main campus. Alto’s bike is like new compared to the junkers Bane and I are driving. I’m sure with some TLC they will be gorgeous when the shops are done. Maybe I can rebuild this one just like I did the last.

When I park, Bane and Harlow follow next.

I stare at Harlow through the window, she fluffs her hair and applies chapstick, adding to her natural beauty. Bane opens the driver’s side door of her car and he holds out his hand, helping her out.

“What a gentleman,” she purrs.

“We both know I’m no gentleman.”

A heated desire sweeps across her face and tension rises when we step inside the elevator. Bane’s breaths are loud and Harlow shrinks to the corner, biting her lip to wait and see what we will do.

Nothing.

We can’t do anything. We have to get inside. Bane’s fists clench at his sides.

“Oh, fuck it,” he growls, pinning her against the elevator wall before diving down to swoop her mouth into a savage kiss. “Yes,” he hisses. “I’ve missed this mouth.” His tongue twists with hers and my cock thickens in my jeans as I watch them. He picks her up by her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He yanks her head back, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he stares down at her. “Harlow—” He’s interrupted by the door dinging.

Alto is standing just outside, his arms crossed, and I have to whip out my arm to make sure the doors don’t close on us.

“Really? You couldn’t wait?”

“She’s too pretty to stand there all alone and not be ravished,” Bane explains himself, and he doesn’t bother setting her down on the ground. He carries her.

She buries her face into his shoulder, peering her eyes up at me and Alto. I can tell she’s smiling.

“You better be glad you’re the prettiest damn woman alive or I wouldn’t have the patience for his bullshit,” Alto says, tapping her on the nose.

“Just alive?” she pouts.

Bane tosses his head back and laughs. A full-blown, loud laughter, and we all stare at him dumbfounded. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh like that before. Chuckle here and there, yes. Smile every now and then, sure.

It’s raspy. As if he hasn’t used his laughing muscles in a while. If laughing muscles are a thing.

“Princess, we don’t like the dead.”

Of course he took it literally.

Harlow’s face turns from humorous to adoration, brushing her knuckles over his cheek before kissing him. It’s fast like a habit.

“You make me happy,” she says to him, and Bane stares at her, processing the words.

I don’t think anyone has ever told him that before.

“All of you do.” She slides down his body, her feet finally hitting the floor, and she shrugs her bag from her shoulder. It drops with a heavy clunk onto the floor. “Now, why are all of you here and why did Sexy Beasts Number One and Two come to kidnap me from class?”

I smirk, leaning into her space. “Who’s number one?”

She smacks me in the chest. “Be quiet.”

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