Page 37 of Rider Daddies
I saw the sour looks on their faces. Ryder and Ash were standing together at the door looking like they were ready to fall out of it. And Saint…I’ve seen hospital walls with more color than his face.
I could be clutching at straws. Let’s be honest—Saint made a very valid point last night. I enjoyed laying it on thick with the club members last night, squeezing every last cent out of them. It made me feel powerful. I’m not familiar with being the center of attention.
Come to think of it, that’s probably why my own wetness is leaking down my thighs every time I’m in the vicinity of the brothers. They make me feel special.
Even drying one of the taps triggers my dirty mind.
I keep having wild visions of them all coming on my body.
Maybe it’s a premonition.
“Are you okay, Lucia?”
Ash’s husky voice jolts me from my thoughts. I find my hands still around the tap, the towel long abandoned.
Way to go, Lucia.
“I’m fine,” I say, bending over to retrieve the towel. “Just thinking about last night, that’s all.”
Ryder joins the conversation, his dashing face brightening. “Which part?”
“Tristan,” I blurt out.
I can’t tell them the truth. Everybody knows that motorcyclists are walking egos. They probably tell themselves that they’rehot shitevery night before bed.
They also don’t need me telling them the truth, going off on a tangent telling them how horny they made me last night. They saw my pussy. Licked my wetness from a leather belt.
Theyknowit made me horny.
Which is why Ash joins me behind the bar, inches away from my face. “I have a confession to make.We—” He side-eyes his younger brothers. “Have a confession to make.”
I throw the towel over my shoulder and lean against the bar. “Go on.”
“We all want to claim you as ours.”
Claim?What is this? A fucking wolf pack? Do they intend to cock their leg and mark me as theirs to ward off all the others?
Cult.
I fucking called it the night I arrived.
I fold my arms across my chest. “You’re gonna need to elaborate.”
“There’s one thing you should know about this place. All of the women here are free to do as they please, speak to and entertain any man they want. But if a woman happens to beclaimed, she can only be touched by the man or men that claimed her.”
Men?
“It’s in the code of conduct,” adds Ryder. “Men can only claim one woman, and once that claim has been made, it’s nontransferable.”
“What does that make me? A concert ticket?”
Their faces remain serious.
Laughing on the inside I’m sure.
“Look,” continues Ash. “Last night made us realize that we like you. I speak on behalf of all three of us when I say that.”
Like?What does that translate to in the real world?
