Page 23 of Rider Daddies
I lunge forward, but Ryder grabs my cut and tugs me back.
“I’m not fucking standing here, letting every man and his dog think they have a chance with her.” I shove him off. “Let go of me.”
“I’m not standing for it either, but let’s not forget that Venom Vultures is all we have. If we go against our own, I’m sure Grizzly will recruit another trio to cover entertainment…and then what? Lacey gets to know those new soul-sucking bastards insteadof us?” Ryder hardens his jaw. “This is what she wants. She’s fucking taunting us. She can’t stand it when somebody tells her no.” He casts his eyes out to her. “Look at her. A face like that never gets told no.”
I clench my hands into fists at my side. In spite of all this, my cock is still throbbing, balls in so much pain that I feel like they’re about to combust. She’s killing me. Literally. I don’t know why she was so shocked when we brought up murder. The woman is a fucking succubus sent from hell to commit darker acts than us.
She doesn’t get to toy with a man’s libido like this.
“I don’t know about you,” Saint says, joining us. “But it’s making me more tempted to give her what she wants.”
Ryder shoots our younger brother the side-eye.
“I’m serious. At least that way, we all get her. I’d rather it be the two of you I’m sharing her with instead of these jackasses. What’s the difference? We all own a piece of this business, so who’s to say we can’t own a piece of her?”
Ryder is raging. “What’s the difference?” he growls. “The difference is that I’m not sticking my cock in something if my brother was their first.”
“Jesus.” Saint rolls his eyes. “Then go first, I don’t care. Face it, at one time or another, we’ve all fucked the same girl. Maybe not all in the same evening, all in the same room at once, but I’m telling you, it’s happened.”
“Way to advertise, Saint,” I grunt.
“We really don’t have time to be arguing about this.” Saint fists his hands. “Fucking look at her, ’cause everyone with a cockin hereis.The woman has options coming out of her ears. If we don’t claim her, she’ll move on to other men.” Is that disappointment on Saint’s face? “I say we strike while the iron is still hot.”
I tense my jaw and look away as the anger courses through me. It’s taking everything inside of me to keep calm about this, to ignore the boiling temperature of my blood and refrain from knocking a few bodies unconscious.
Ryder is right. I can’t screw this up.
Saint is also right—we don’t have forever to make up our minds.
Trouble is, I share fucking everything with my brothers. I share the business, the roof under which we sleep; I even share my fucking grievances. Can’t God just give me one good thing to enjoy myself?
I catch myself looking at Lacey’s cleavage and tear my eyes away. My cock is still begging for release. My libido doesn’t even care about external factors…all it wants is Lacey.
But fuck, I just can’t share her with them.
Though it’s not like we’re talking all things love and romance—that doesn’t exist in our world. And isn’t it physically impossible to love more than one person romantically, anyway? By human default, somebody always has a favorite, right?
Surely she can’t be equally sexually attracted to all of us.
Therehasto be one she favors…
But the thing is, I fear Lacey isn’t built like most women. Naturally, when you’re told to stay somewhere, your immediate reaction is to want to get out. But Lacey stayed. She pretendedto kick up a fuss about it, but instead she ensured her mom over text that she was safe, and then asked us for a job.
That isn’t normal.
I think maybe her abnormal reaction to us keeping her here could reflect other ways her mind works differently than most…
The night is finally drawing to an end.
Thank fuck.
Ryder, Saint, and I are cleaning up, with Lacey helping too. We return tables to their original positions, tidy away glasses, etcetera. All of the normal stuff.
Except tonight I’m walking around with a third leg.
Still.
The worst part is that she hasn’t said a word to us. She just swoops past us in her little getup, making sure to brush her body up against ours as she goes.
