Page 39 of Rider Daddies
“Yeah. What the hell? It’s just a bit of fun. Why not?”
“Darling,” Ash says, “I think you have us mistaken. Tattoos are permanent.”
Love is supposed to be too.
“No, I haven’t mistaken you at all. It sounds thrilling.”
“This isn’t just a bit of fun,” Ryder says. “It’s for life.”
Like marriage and all things good and right in the world.
“Yes.” I stick my hand on my hip. “I understand all of that. There’s just one technicality that you’re not getting. I can’t choose one. For this to work, I need you all.”
That takes the breath from their lungs.
Ash turns over his shoulder to address his younger brothers.
“Deal,” Saint says.
“What the fuck, man?” Ryder hits his head. “You can’t make decisions without consulting the rest of us first.”
“What’s there to decide? Lucia is a beautiful girl that we clearly cannot stay away from. We all have our names on her ass? So what? We share a woman. That doesn’t mean we have to all be in the room at the same time.”
Actually, it does, but I keep my mouth shut. I know we’ll get around to that at some point. Plus, it’s nice to have them all fighting over me.
“Okay, so it’s decided,” Ash says. “After tonight, we’ll take you to the tattoo parlor and get you branded.”
I bite my lip. Does that mean I get to be naked in front of them?
Damn, it’s gonna be a long fucking night.
We break from the team meeting and get to work. Saint heads up to the DJ booth and organizes his set for the night, while Ash, Ryder and I finish preparing the bar.
I think the fallout is already starting—Saint already looks like he wants to take the cigarette from his mouth and shove it down his brothers’ throats.
My pulse spikes in the most exciting way, a heat forming between my legs. When one of them next passes me at the bar, I make sure to stick out my ass and make a show of bending over.
Something hard brushes against my hamstring, filling me with pleasurable sensations.
Tristan can walk in on me getting my tattoo tonight if he wants. I’d love to see all of the pride drain away from his face.
I make last-minute preparations and organize tables, preparing for opening. The sun is down. Through the windows, I can see stars glittering in the night sky…
And something else.
A shadow passes by the window. I stop what I’m doing and pace over, hands gripping the edge of the window to peer out.
Nothing.
“I swear I just saw something.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Ryder says, hands curled around my waist. “It’ll just be one of the boys getting home late.”
I relax into his embrace.
Why does this feel so comfortable?
I look down at his arms and get a good look at the bullet wound.
