Page 20 of Rider Daddies
“He likes to be greedy.”
Lacey bites her lip. Again. Is this a mindless gesture, or something she’s doing purposely to get our attention?
Her pupils dilate. “Possessiveness isn’t a bad thing. In fact, Ryder, you’re not the only one who has greedy tendencies.”
Ryder takes another sip from his drink, swallowing thickly.
Lacey shifts the weight onto her other foot. “I know I was drunk last night, but I meant every word I said…I want all three of you.”
My cock twitches…until the realization sinks in that she wants to share.
“Look, things are upside down for me at the moment. I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m not looking for you to romance me with a bouquet of roses and treat me like I’m a delicate girl who never made it down the aisle of her own wedding. I don’t even need you to speak to me.” She pouts her lips. “Maybe it’s a good thing I found this place.” She takes a cloth from the bar and wipes the tap. “I just want a rebound, to be honest…on one condition.”
How many damn conditions does this girl have?
She could have an unlimited amount and I think I’d accept every one, just to get close to that tight little shell between her legs.
“Any condition, darling,” slurs Ryder. He looks drunk, his posture bent in half as he leans over the bar to get as close to Lacey as possible.
“I need to have all three of you.”
Ryder pulls away, straightening up opposite her.
You’ve got to be kidding.
“All due respect, flower,” I say. “I’m not sharing you with my brothers.”
“Sharing whom with what now?” interjects Saint, hopping in next to Ryder.
Lacey shrugs her slender shoulders, standing by her point. “I mean what I say…apart from earlier this morning. I lied about the regret thing. I’m not there yet. Only one thing can get me to that place, and all three of you are required.”
Because nothing calls for regret quite like three brothers sharing the same girl.
“Lacey,” I begin. “You’re asking too much of us. I’m all for a groupie, but not when the other men involved are my brothers.”
Her eyebrows part in sadness. “Why not? It’s not like you’re gonna be touching one another’s?—”
“Woah!” Saint cringes, slamming his hand on the bar. “Let me stop you there, sweetheart, before we venture into incestuous territory.”
“But it’s not incest, it’s?—”
“Never going to happen,” Ryder says.
Bet I can predict what’s gonna come out of his mouth next.
“Choose one, or have none.” He folds his arms over the bar again. “But choose wisely.”
Lacey challenges him with her eyes, nose tipping into the air. “Okay.” She whips around, slings the cloth over her shoulder, and gets back to work. “Ash, are we gonna continue with training, or not?”
Feisty girl. She’s an only child if I’ve ever seen one, not giving in until she gets what she wants.
I shoo the other two away and compose myself, sending signals down to my cock that it’s never going to happen.
Unless…
No.
“Alright. Spirits.” I head over to the shelving unit. “I know things get pretty intense here, but I still make sure to accurately measure out shots. We’re on a budget.”
