Page 10 of Rider Daddies
She draws a line across her mouth. “My lips are sealed.” She takes a long sip and then lowers the glass, balancing it on her thigh. I can’t help but look down and notice that the skirts of her dress have ridden up, a little pantyhose exposed. “So, you guys are bikers, huh? You must like trouble.”
Her hazel eyes look almost gold in this light. “Doyoulike trouble?” I ask her.
Lacey takes a long sip, setting the glass back down on her thigh. “It depends who’s asking. Normally, no, but I’m not my normal self right now.”
Saint flashes me a sharp look. It’s pretty damn obvious that we all like her. I guess that puts the ball in her court.
“You said you want a distraction,” I say. “Will you be regretting that tomorrow?”
“Life is about regret,” she says, necking the rest of her drink. “I spent an entire year falling in love with a man who decided to throw everything away ten minutes before we were supposed to say ‘I do.’ If I can regret that, I can regret one night.”
“I don’t think you’ll regret your night,” Saint says.
I snap around. I have put in all of the work here. Saint doesn’t get to drop the one-liners and steal her attention.
“I like your tattoos.” She strokes her hands up both of our forearms, manicured fingers inspecting the designs. She looks at our arms closely. “You have a lot of the same ones.” She frowns. “Mom and Dad, does that say?” She traces her finger over the frilly font on my arm. “Does Ash have that one too?”
I put my arm behind my back, hoping she’ll drop the conversation.
“Here.” Saint readjusts in the chair. “This one is the most impressive.” He lowers his collar and shows her the tattoo at the base of his neck. “Everyone at the club has this one.”
“Venom Vultures MC,” she reads aloud.
“You get it when you pass initiation. It’s a bond. A contract.”
She laughs, clearly more loosened up than before. “You guys said that this place wasn’t a cult.”
“We’re a club,” Saint says. “A family.”
I watch Lacey outline the tattoo with her finger. I get the feeling that she’s not concentrating on the ink anymore, but the muscles in Saint’s shoulders. Her cool breath glazes over her lips, eyes wandering over his body. She brings her hand down to his back, taking her time touching him.
The flush returns to her cheeks.
“What’s going on here?” Ash returns to his seat.
Lacey bursts out laughing, hands gliding over Saint’s shoulders. “Nothing, mister. Your brothers were just showing me their tattoos.”
“Were they?” Ash gives us a pointed look.
“So, you guys are brothers? Does that mean you do everything…together?”
“We’re brothers,” Ash says. “Not identical twins.”
“That’s a shame.” Lacey huffs a sigh.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” I lean in.
Lacey doesn’t respond, just reclines back in her seat. Her skirts ride up even higher, showing more pantyhose. Her caramel skin shimmers in the lights and it’s starting to hurt my balls. I know from first impression that a woman like her is trouble. One, she’s an outsider who’s not even supposed to be here. As security, I’m supposed to ask a few brief questions and send outsiders on their way. But how the fuck am I supposed to say goodbye to an Italian signorina who I’ve already claimed as mine?
Lacey teases a hand over her pantyhose. Then, the hand disappears under her dress, gliding toward the apex of her thighs. She catches my eye. Her expression screams danger. I have been involved in my fair share of trouble, but this woman is certain to ruin me.
Especially when her dress inches up even more, and I see her finger reach her panties, one disappearing inside.
4
SAINT
It’sher fault for jumping over the bar and helping herself to liquor. My dick wouldn’t be straining against my pants right now if she was sober…or maybe it still would be. I don’t know.
