Page 75 of Diary of a Biker Queen

And then he turned around and walked out.

I stared after him.

Jason, the man I’d been tattooing for the past two hours, lifted his head to look at me wide-eyed.

I was fucking mortified. “I’m really sorry about that. That was so unprofessional.”

I was going to kill Luca when I finished this piece. I had no idea what was going on with him and Nyah, or how things had escalated to whatever this was in the short time since I’d left them this morning.

But Nyah was indeed standing across the room in the entrance way to the bathrooms and motioning for me to go over there.

Jason chuckled. “Go, man. Do what you need to do. Looks like your woman needs you.”

Jesus fuck. I put the tattoo gun down and pulled off my gloves. “I will literally be one minute.”

Jason snorted. “That’s not much of a testament to your stamina, bro.”

“I’m not fucking her,” I hissed at him. “I’m just going to talk to her.”

Jason studied her and grinned. “Man, I’ll fuck her if she’s desperate.”

I glared at him. “Don’t ever say that again.”

He shrugged. “How was I supposed to know you share with the suit but not with everyone?”

I needed him to stop talking and I needed Nyah to stop looking at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

I hurried over there. “What the hell is going on with you and Luca? I’m trying to work.”

She didn’t answer. Just fit her fingers to the back of my neck and kissed me.

And fuck me, even though I was annoyed with them, I couldn’t resist her. I kissed her back. But I pulled away before I really wanted to. “Nyah…”

She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I’ve got a plug in. And I need you to fuck me while I’m wearing it.”

My dick got hard in an instant, realizing what they’d been doing in there while I’d been tattooing Jason’s back.

She dragged me into the bathroom, kissing me again, her hand finding the bulge in my pants and rubbing me there. Which did absolutely nothing to help my dick stay under control. I groaned over her lips, and when the door shut behind me and she flipped her dress up, showing me her perfect ass with the addition of a plug with a pretty pink jewel on the end, I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply in order not to come right there and then.

She gripped the sink and widened her stance, staring at me, eyes begging to give her what she wanted.

And yet, I knew it would be so much better if I made her wait.

On that one thing at least, Luca and I were on the same page.

I really couldn’t leave a tattoo half done either. I wasn’t even fully convinced Jason wasn’t out there pilfering cash out of the register. There was literally no one else out there to stop him. My brothers weren’t due in ’til the afternoon.

I leaned back on the bathroom door. “I’m not fucking you.”

She gaped at me. “Why not?”

“Because Luca told me not to.”

Her mouth dropped open, and then she shook her head. “He is such an asshole!”

I crossed the small space between us and gently tugged her skirt down to cover her ass. “Yeah, he is. But think how good it’s going to be when we get back to the clubhouse and you’ve been thinking about it the whole time.” I groped her backside. “I’m going to be hard until I can get back there, just knowing you’ve got that plug in.”

She pouted at me, but I kissed it off her face.