Page 83 of Baby for the Bikers

“Small town, honey. Plus, I’m married to Teller’s cousin. MC gossip travels fast.” She applies more wax. “Now lie back and think of England. Or in your case, three very hot mechanics.”

By the time it’s over, I’m sweating and possibly have permanent indentations in my palms from clenching my fists, but theresult is undeniably impressive. I feel strangely vulnerable and powerful all at once.

“One more thing before you go,” Maya says as I gingerly pull my robe back on. “Would you be interested in getting a tattoo?”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Hmm…I haven’t thought about it.”

She hands me a business card. “My other studio is next door. I’ve got an opening in an hour if you want it.”

I stare at the card, an idea forming. “Actually, yes. But I need to design it first.”

After my waxing torture, I rejoin Evie and Ayla for the next phase—massages, facials, and hair styling. With each treatment, I feel layers of tension and fear melting away. For months, I’ve been looking over my shoulder, waiting for Dad to find me. But right now, surrounded by these women who’ve created extraordinary lives for themselves, I decide I’m done letting fear rule me.

If Dad finds me, I’ll deal with it then. But today—tonight—is mine to claim.

“So,” Ayla says as we relax in the sauna, “let’s talk more about tonight.”

Evie rolls her eyes.

“I’m terrified,” I admit. “But also excited. I’ve been with each of them separately, but all together? That’s…new territory.”

“Communication is key,” Evie offers, unexpectedly serious. “If something doesn’t feel right, speak up. Those boys will worship the ground you walk on if you let them, but they need guidance.”

“And lube,” Ayla adds pragmatically. “Lots of lube.”

I laugh despite myself. “Noted.”

“The first time with all my guys,” Evie continues, “I was so nervous I almost backed out. But Chase just looked at me and said, ‘We’ve got all night. We’ll go at your pace.’” She smiles at the memory. “It was…transcendent.”

“Same with my boys.” Ayla nods. “There’s something about being the center of all that attention, all that desire. It’s powerful.”

“But what if I can’t…satisfy all of them?” The question slips out before I can stop it.

Both women burst out laughing.

“Oh, honey,” Evie gasps between giggles. “Trust me, that is not going to be a problem.”

“Besides,” Ayla adds with a smirk, “they have each other to pick up any slack. Not that there will be any.”

“They have each—wait, what?” My brain stutters over the implication.

Evie and Ayla exchange another one of those looks.

“Let’s just say,” Evie says carefully, “that in these arrangements, sometimes the boundaries between everyone get…fluid.”

My mouth forms a silent O as understanding dawns.

“Only if everyone’s comfortable,” Ayla adds quickly. “But it can be…extremely hot to watch.”

The mental image that forms sends a jolt of unexpected heat through me. These women are blowing my mind with possibilities I’d never even considered.

After the sauna, I excuse myself for my tattoo appointment, an idea solidified in my mind. Maya seems surprised by my design—simple but meaningful—and even more surprised by my chosen location.

“You sure about this placement?” she asks. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“I’m sure,” I tell her, no hesitation. This small act of permanence feels like reclaiming my body after years of my father trying to control it.

The pain is sharp but cleansing, nothing compared to what I’ve endured before. When it’s done, I study the small, elegant design in the mirror. Three initials—B, M, R—intertwined in a delicate pattern, placed on the sensitive skin just below my hip bone, low enough to be hidden by underwear but easily revealed in intimate moments.

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