Page 24 of Rider Daddies
I’m starting to think this was a mistake. Earlier, I was half-tempted to ask Grizzly for permission to release her. Make her sign a nondisclosure or something like she suggested, so she can be on her way.
Don’t be a cocktease if you ain’t gonna do anything about it.
“Silent treatment tonight, is it, boys?”
I catch Ryder’s eyes across from the bar and silently shake my head, urging him to stay quiet. This is what she wants. She’stormented us all enough tonight…and it has worked. I feel jealous to the bone.
“Do you think we’re idiots?” Ryder says, breaking the silence. He comes out from behind the bar and stands in front of it, leaning back. “Do you think we didn’t know what you were doing?”
Lacey tilts her head, feigning confusion. “What?—?”
“Look, Lacey.” Saint steps in, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. “I get it. You’re hurting. You caught your fiancé cheating.”
She frowns. “Way to rub salt in the wound, huh?”
Saint takes a drag from the cigarette, smoke pluming from his mouth. “No. I’m not salting the wound at all. You want to get back on Tristan, and you’re doing that by targeting the opposite sex. I get it. You feel powerless, so you’re desperate to be in power again.”
“If I wanted a shrink,” Lacey says, stomping toward the bar, glasses in hand. “I would have asked for one.”
“Don’t take your anger out on us, that’s all I’m saying.” Saint takes the cigarette from his mouth and examines the blunt end. “It’s shitty. May I remind you that you’re under our roof—don’t test us.”
I didn’t think Saint had it in him.
I step in to contribute. “He’s right.” I square my shoulders, looking at her head-on. This woman needs to know who she’s dealing with. Self-restraint only goes so far here. I sharpen my tone. “Let me give you a warning. You’re not in fantasy land anymore. You’re in therealworld.” I narrow my eyes. “I don’t think you quite know what that means…but if you carry on, youwill.” I close the distance between us. Fuck. It takes everything in me to not bend her over right here and take her. “Don’t you dare test a man’s patience again. See this as your last warning.”
I’m expecting an apology, but I don’t get that.
Instead, I get my dick stroked through my pants, her French-tip fingernails brushing against my groin.
I groan.
“What the fuck is she doing?” I hear Saint ask Ryder.
“Testing a man’s patience,” Ryder says.
“Is this—” She grips harder. “Testing your patience?”
I can’t speak.
Fuck, why can’t I speak?
I know better than to look the succubus in the eye, but I simply can’t help myself. My body betrays me. The girl has been toying with me all night and now she has me by the balls.Literally.
God, she knows what she’s doing. I thrust my hips toward her, letting her fondle them even more.
She has a wanton look in her eye, her hazel irises glinting in the light. She’s drunk but not enough to be over the limit. I watch her chest through the corset.
Now, I’m teasing myself.
I bring my hand up and cup one of her breasts. It’s so dangerously tempting to rip off her clothes and sling her over the bar like a rag doll.
She grips my fully erect length through my pants, rubbing her hands up and down, just enough to get me going…
And that’s when she lets go.
She takes her hand away, a menacing look crawling onto her face.
She knows what she’s done. Knows that she hasn’t listened to the warning.
