Page 22 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Look, darling, tell us to back off and we will,” Diesel says. “We’re sorry. It will never happen again.”

“That would be a shame,” she says softly.

Diesel starts to fidget.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Bishop asks.

“You heard the girl,” Diesel says. He turns to Melissa. “What are you searching for, sweetheart? Are you seeing anyone? In a relationship? What’s the deal here?”

Melissa fiddles with her hands. God, even those are spectacular, her fingers slender and manicured. I imagine what they might feel like around my dick.

Snap out of it.

Finally, she looks up. “I don’t remember what I said last night, I haven’t replayed the voice note or looked over the texts, and I don’t think I ever will out of sheer embarrassment. But,I’m sure I meant every word.”

Diesel and I share a look. We both know what this means—trouble.

I need to be focusing on getting my badge, not getting laid. And I know Diesel is thinking similarly to me.

With the club under threat, we can’t afford distractions, but Melissa is a distraction I don’t think any of us can resist. Her blue eyes rip out a part of my soul when I look into them, in the best way possible. Her lips are puckered, hued the same red color as the blush that keeps making a reappearance. She wears two small gold hoops in her ears to go with the gold pendant necklace wedged between her breasts.

I keep forgetting that I saw a picture of her naked only last night.

“How about a ride?” suggests Bishop. “Our Harleys are just outside.”

Diesel nudges him in the side, shaking his head.

“It’s just a ride,” Bishop argues. “Maybe some fun. It’ll do us some good. With everything going on, we need to detox and wash away the stress.”

Diesel hardens his jaw.

It’s not the worst idea. One afternoon while everyone is out.

We’ll have some fun. Send her on her merry way afterwards.

No harm done.

“Yeah.” A nervous smile creeps onto Melissa’s face. “Why not?”

I lean forward. “Are you sure, darling?”

“Yeah,” Bishop adds. “Last chance to back out.”

“Where will we go?” she asks.

“Out into the desert,” Diesel says. “We can stop by our clubhouse on the way—it’ll be quiet around this time of day, or we can bring you straight back here. It’s up to you.”

“Um.” Melissa looks at each of us. “Okay.”

I didn’t knowhow today would go, but I didn’t expect it to go like this.

I also didn’t expect Melissa to jump on the back ofmyHarley when Bishop is the charming British one who was trying to woo her back inside of Flamingos.

“Hold on tight,” I instruct, starting to rev the engine. “You’ll need to put your arms around me.”

My balls harden when she wraps her arms around me, her body pressed up against mine. I lose focus for a moment, forgetting how to drive this thing when I feel the outline of her breasts against my back.

We speed down the strip, maneuvering through traffic until we’re out on the open road. The sun beams in the middle of the sky, marking midday.

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