Page 76 of Diary of a Biker Queen

When she moved away, she scowled at me. “You two do know I could just make myself come, don’t you?”

I groaned at the thought of it but then shook my head. “You won’t. Because you know it’ll be better if you wait for us.”

She huffed grumpily, and it was so fucking cute I kissed her again. I found her panties on the floor and pulled them up her legs, fitting them back in place, and then slapped her on the ass to get her moving toward the door. “I’m calling Lynx to pick you up. I need to finish up the line work on this tattoo and then I’ll cancel the rest of my day.”

She giggled. “You’re cancelling the rest of your day to have sex?”

“Fuck yes, I am. Do you have any idea how good your ass looks with that little gem sitting there between your cheeks? I’m not missing that.”

She flushed pink and then twisted her fingers in my shirt. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

She shrugged. “You’re really good at making me feel wanted.”

I enclosed her in my arms, hugging her close. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Nyah. I hope you know that. No matter what happens, that’s never going to change. No matter who else you want in our bed. If that’s Lynx and Luca, or the entire Saint View hockey team, I’m always going to be here.”

A coy smile played around my lips. “Are you saying you’d like to see me with an entire hockey team of men?”

I answered her honestly. “If that’s what turned you on, then yeah, I would.”

Too many men had tried to clip her wings.

But she wasn’t made for captivity.

She was made to be free.

And my gut told me my only job was to let her be. She’d keep coming back to me, as long as I never tried to put her in a cage.

She touched her lips to mine. “You turn me on.”

I felt the truth in her words every time she kissed me.

I had to drag myself out of the bathroom, but she came willingly, sticking close beside me while I walked her out into the studio area.

Jason glanced over at us with his phone at his ear. He said something quickly and then ended the call, smiling in our direction. “Enjoy your fuck?”

Nyah looked at me with shocked, wide eyes.

I shook my head and patted the table. “There was no fucking. Get back up here and let me finish that tattoo.”

Jason winked at Nyah. “You know, if Dax and the suit aren’t satisfying you—in the bathroom or elsewhere—there’s others who will.”

“This is mortifying,” Nyah whispered to me.

I pointed at the massage table I used for back pieces that required the client to lie for an extended period of time. “Put your head in the hole, Jason. She wouldn’t touch you if you paid her.”

Jason laughed, settling back down in position. “I couldn’t afford that anyway, after what you’re charging me for this piece.”

I sniggered and kissed Nyah. “Call Lynx and get him to come pick you up, yeah?”

She nodded and went over to the waiting area to make the call.

“Aw, don’t leave yet,” Jason complained. “I was enjoying riling Dax up.”

I sat on the stool beside him and pushed his head back down in the hole. “Be quiet or I’ll change up this design on the fly and give you a marmoset instead of a lion.”

“What the fuck is a marmoset?” Jason’s voice was muffled from trying to talk with his face surrounded by the padded table.