Page 65 of Diary of a Biker Queen

I hated that I liked the guy. God, that was annoying. But it was impossible not to, even when Nyah sat beside him and his hand instantly found her bare thigh, the jersey dress struggling hard now to keep her covered. It had ridden so far up her thighs I caught glimpses of her panties.

She smirked at me when she caught me watching. “Clearly wasn’t in the bathroom for the reasons you thought, huh, Luca?”

Since I’d already been caught checking her out, I didn’t bother hiding the long, slow sweep of her body I let my gaze do.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. It still surprised me how turned on by a woman she could get me, when I really hadn’t felt that way for one pretty much ever.

But Nyah Matish did it for me in every way.

Dax shifted his hand higher up her leg, so his pinkie finger brushed the elastic leg of her underwear. He looked over at her, something silently passing between the two of them I didn’t understand, but clearly, he did.

And then the entire room did, as he pulled aside her panties, exposing that perfect little pussy I hadn’t stopped thinking about since I’d had my cock buried inside it on that plane.

Fuck, that felt like a lifetime ago now. My dick twitched to life instantly, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to get that situation under control.

Beside me, Lynx was clearly fighting a battle of his own. His fingers fisted in the back of the couch, like he had to hold on to it to keep himself in place. Instead of storming over and taking the woman he clearly wanted just as much as Dax and I did.

Nyah’s gaze met mine, no shame in it, and fuck, I couldn’t blame her. What Dax was doing to her, his fingers stroking over her most intimate parts, wasn’t exactly out of place here. The Slayers were no strangers to getting off in front of each other. I’d walked through this room on a Friday or Saturday night and gotten a real life Pornhub experience. Not that I’d participated.

Despite all my talk to Nyah about making her watch me fuck other women, the thought was laughable. The women here knew who I was, who my father was, and what I’d done. I doubted any of them would want to touch me with a ten-foot pole, and I’d never stuck around at one of these parties long enough to find out. I’d always just gone straight to my room.

But all those other times, Nyah hadn’t had her thighs parted, another man’s fingers stroking her clit, all while she stared at me and Lynx like she wanted us to be a part of it too.

Lynx’s hand slid from resting on his thigh to grabbing his junk. His jeans had gotten tight around his erection, and he looked about as uncomfortable as I felt.

“Jesus, fuck, Nyah,” he muttered, unable to take his eyes off her.

Dax didn’t pay any attention to me or Lynx. He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, sucking and licking that spot beneath her ear I fucking knew she liked.

Her long, dark hair fell around Dax’s face, and he didn’t seem like he minded at all. I could imagine he was probably sucking in the sweet scent of her, his own erection growing beneath his pants, though he made no move to touch or relieve himself the way Lynx was, the way I wanted to.

She moaned and tilted her hips slightly, sinking back on the couch, so Dax could press his fingers lower, between her folds, until two of them disappeared inside her.

I swallowed so thickly it hurt, my throat bobbing painfully with how dry my mouth suddenly was.

Nyah closed her eyes and rocked her hips against Dax’s hand, clearly enjoying everything he was doing to her. Her eyelashes soft and fanned out across her cheeks gave me a momentary relief from staring into her bedroom eyes, half closed with lust and so fucking tempting I wanted to tear across the room, shove Dax to one side, and bury myself in his place.

But she opened her eyes all too soon, her gaze seeking out Lynx’s, and then eventually mine. Her mouth parted and raspy little gasps for breath fell from her lips. My dick pulsed hard behind my jeans, desperate for release.

Her gaze darted to the bulge in my pants and then back up at me. A smirk flickered on her lips that, fuck me, I wanted to kiss off so bad.

She moaned, and it wasn’t the fake kind. It was the kind that told me Dax knew exactly how to get her off and that she wasn’t far away.

I couldn’t fucking sit here and watch her come. I’d already done that once, with Lynx, and I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t again. I wanted to touch her so bad it hurt, and watching someone else do it didn’t just get me hot, it made me want to join in.

Or worse, pull her away, into one of the dark corners of the room where I could kiss and suck and lick and fuck her in every way I wanted to, all by myself.

The way she kept looking, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me, had me wild.

Two could play at that game.

She wanted to make me jealous? I could do the same.

I leaned across Lynx, blocking his view of her, and claimed his mouth.

For half a surprised second, he didn’t kiss me back. But then he realized what was going on and his arm that had been along the back of the couch wrapped around me, his fingers gripping the back of my head, until we deepened the kiss.

He groaned into my mouth, his tongue pressing against mine, the two of us kissing in the middle of the fucking Slayers’ clubhouse like nobody could see us.