Page 18 of Rider Daddies
Saint gives Ryder and me the side-eye. “She wants us all, you know.”
“Yeah, last night she wanted us all,” I say. “But now? I’m afraid it’s going to get a little more complicated.”
I grimace. I can deal with last night, since we were pleasuring her for the simple reason that she was heartbroken and needed cheering up. But Lacey staying here permanently complicates things…
“You think it’s a good idea, letting her work behind the bar?” Ryder asks.
I think it gives me an opportunity to get closer…
“Yeah,” I say. “I think it could be a good idea. We’re missing a pretty face at the bar.”
“Hello?” Ryder circles his face. “If you need a pretty face, all you need to do is ask?—”
“Flatter yourself some other time,” I say. “I’m talking about the guys. Sales are good, but they can always be better. If we get our Lacey serving, we could be in for a higher salary.”
“No.” Ryder says it bluntly.
“You’re security, not bar manager…need you be reminded,” I retort.
“She’s not allowed to entertain other men. I saw her first.”
Typical. It’s always the middle child who refuses to share. Ryder has always gotten his own way, and it gets on my fucking last nerve.
“Also,” Ryder adds. “Can we circle back to you sayingourLacey, like the ownership is communal? She’s a woman, not a dessert.”
I raise my brow at him. “Exactly.”
“Let’s scrap all of this for a second,” Saint says. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and dunks it into his finished beer. “Give her the job.”
Ryder’s face sours. “Why the fuck are you taking his side?”
“Because we could use the money. We don’t work every day like the rest of the patched members do. We earn most of our living by hosting parties that occur onlyoncea month. The bar is open every day, but let’s be honest—a lot of members have been coming in and heading straight to bed. It’s fucking boring. Things need spicing up.”
Ryder plunges his hand into the empty glass of beer, retrieving Saint’s smoking cigarette. “We’d be profiting if it wasn’t for your fucking nicotine addiction.”
“Can’t blame a man for having a hobby,” Saint says, flicking it back his way. “It’s better than fucking your way around the clubhouse and hogging all of the girls.”
Ryder shoots up, the table banging. “I don’t hog.”
“You just said that you want Lacey all to?—”
“I fucking saw her first?—”
“Alright!” I slap my palm on the table. “We’re not getting anywhere. Lacey stays here. I give her a job at the bar. I think,for the time being, it’s best to forget about the events of last night and focus on business.”
Easier said than done, with the way her pussy walls felt when they were pulsating around my finger last night…
She didn’t have to go and dress like one of the whores.
“Is that a corset I see?” Ryder asks. It’s been two minutes and already he’s at the bar, claiming to order a drink.
“Go away,” I say. “I’m training.”
Lacey smooths a soft hand down her midriff, nodding. “Yeah. One of the girls here insisted. It’s crushing my spleen, but the fit is nice. I don’t care what it looks like as long as it’s not white.”
The dress is long and trails down to the ground, which I’m glad about. She looks hot, but I don’t think that has anything to do with her outfit…it’s just her.
The dress is khaki, a lavender ribbon tied around the waist to cinch it in even more. Her breasts are spilling out of the corset top. My cock is already straining against my pants for her.
