The Biker's Rules
“You batting for the other team now? Or planning on becoming a celibate monk?”
He sounds genuinely rattled.
Hell — I’m rattled. That kiss did stuff to me. My body hasn’t caught up with logic yet. Or dignity.
Damion doesn’t move, leaning into that lazy, unbothered persona they all have perfected.
“You know your dick’ll fall off if you don’t use it,” Enrique adds.
I inch closer, needing to see his face.
“I’m not gay, and I’m not giving up sex,” Damion says calmly, cocking his head — and looks straight at where I’m hiding.