Page 69 of Diary of a Biker Queen

They both murmured how beautiful I was, how well I’d taken all three of them, and I felt so cared for my heart freaking throbbed.

Every time I opened my eyes, through the spray of shower water, I saw Luca watching. For once, there was none of the bad-boy animosity and snark that normally lingered in the air between us. Tonight, there was nothing more than how much he wanted me, even if his words didn’t always say the same.

I’d let him in. Emotionally and physically, and though I somehow doubted we would still feel the same in the morning when the sun rose, for tonight, it was exactly what I had needed. Exactly what my soul had craved, when just hours ago I’d stood here crying, feeling like I was trapped with no agency and sagging boobs no one would ever want to touch again.

They’d reminded me I was beautiful no matter how I looked, no matter how my body changed.

And so I let them take care of me. I let them wrap me in warm, clean towels, dry off my hair, and tuck me into clean sheets.

I fell asleep with my entire body thrumming and three men watching over me.

Iwoke up with early morning sunshine streaming in the window and zero men in my bed.

Which was incredibly frustrating because I’d spent the night dreaming of what we’d done, and I’d woken up in the mood for a second round.

Instead, I got up and padded to the bathroom.

A Post-it note was stuck to the mirror; Dax’s handwriting scrawled across it. It simply said: Gone to work.

For half a second I was disappointed. Then I lifted it off the mirror and realized there was another one beneath it that had “I love you” on it.

That left a little smile playing across my lips.

He was cute, and it was reassuring to know what we’d done last night hadn’t been a problem for him. I’d felt there was a moment there, when I’d stood before him after being with two other men, that he really could have rejected me. That he could’ve said he didn’t want this. Didn’t want to share me, and I had to choose between the three of them.

And then he’d surprised me, by saying none of that, and simply guiding me down onto his cock and giving me another orgasm.

So many orgasms. My body was still humming with pleasure from them hours later, and I kinda hoped it didn’t stop all day.

I liked remembering how they’d touched me. Filled me. How they shared without it being weird.

Fuck, I so wanted to do it again. Every night. Every day. The fact Dax had to go to work was incredibly annoying. I vaguely wondered if last night had ruined one-on-one sex for me for the rest of my life. Because three on one? Shit. A girl could get used to that.

I found my phone and a text on it from Lynx that said:

Lynx:

You’re amazing. Gone to training, back later for another round?

A second message read:

Lynx:

Please?

I giggled to myself, because he was a stupidly nice guy for someone who had also been known to carve claw marks into the skin of his victims. He wasn’t that man to me, and I put the phone down, deciding to answer after I’d tamed my rumbling stomach.

I threw on some clothes and brushed my hair and teeth and was feeling pretty human again by the time I walked out into the clubhouse common rooms. A tiny part of me was embarrassed over what we’d done the night before, but Amber winked at me from her yoga mat in the corner of the room. She had a massive hickey on the side of her neck, so clearly she’d had a bit of fun the night before as well. I wondered who with.

Luca sat at the bar with a piece of toast and a mug of steaming coffee in front of him, and I only hesitated for a second before I sat next to him.

He smirked at me.

And for once, it didn’t annoy me. I just smirked back.

He chuckled a little beneath his breath and swallowed a mouthful of his toast before nudging me with his elbow. “You had fun last night.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I had fun? Are you saying you didn’t?”