Page 21 of Rider Daddies
Lacey frowns at me. “How do I do that?”
“You reallydon’tknow anything about bartending, do you?”
She gives me a cold look and slumps her shoulders. “Niente.”
My cock clearly didn’t get the message before, twitching once again in her presence. Not like I blame it. My cock isn’t the only body part quivering when she says something in her native language.
Every bone in my body wants her.
“I never really had a job, before college.”
“Really? Not even when you were about to get married?”
She stares at me blankly for a moment, then shakes her head. “No. I finished school and went straight into college. I’ve alwaysbeen lucky enough to focus on academics, never needing part-time work. I have generational wealth back home in Sicily—that’s where I’m from originally. All of my student debts were taken care of and…” The sentence fades away on her tongue, her stare deepening. “Never mind.” She shakes it off. “You don’t care about backstories.”
She’s right—I don’t. But I’m invested in Lacey, therefore I’m invested in anything that comes out of her mouth…because it’shermouth.
And oh, what a mouth she has.
To have her sucking on my cock, her offer just might be worth it…
“No. I’m interested,” I say. “Please, keep going.”
“No,” she says, shutting it down. “It doesn’t matter. Tell me about the spirits.”
Which ones? My own personal demons telling me to sayfuckitregarding her request, just to get a turn inside of her, or the actual drinks?
“Okay.” I walk over to the shelving unit and take down a bottle of tequila. “But before we start, let me get you a glass of something. Tequila on the rocks, right?”
Try and get her drunk again, why don’t you?
“Uh, is that a good idea?” she asks.
“You’re allowed to drink on the job. It’s preferred, actually. Everybody else is having a blast. You might as well too. And don’t worry,” I say, unscrewing the cap. “It’s free for the bartenders.”
“Who are the other bartenders?”
“Just myself, Ryder, and Saint. Well, it’s mainly me, but if things get busy I invite them to help now and again.”
“That sounds like a good arrangement…the four of us.”
Lacey, butt naked.
Lacey, bent over the bar screaming my name.
Lacey, bent over the bar—same position—also screaming my brothers’ names.
“Now that I have you, I shouldn’t be needing their assistance anymore.”
She nods, understanding where I’m coming from, taking a drink when I pour it out for her.
“I should warn you—Friday night is a big one for us. Friday and Saturday are the two nights of the week where bikers actually return from work anddon’tconk out on the bar stools. I expect things to be busy, so if you need any assistance, make sure to give me a shout.”
“Or, you could just invite Ryder and Saint to help out.”
Lord give me strength…
I didn’t expect Lacey to be so good at this so fast. She has proven to be a star.
