Page 71 of Rider Daddies
Trouble is, she doesn’t know ours.
We all want her. We share. Separately. That’s the deal.
Some of us are more accepting than others, but I’m sure the other two will come around soon. This isn’t a one-night stand.This is Lucia. I think risking our clubandour lives made it damn obvious that this is more than a quick fix.
And I think that scares some people…more than others…
Cough.Ash.
Cough.Ryder.
Is it love? No.
But is it infatuation…?
I’m still struggling to get my head around this girl, but when Manual kindly took her away from us, it cleared up a lot of the confusion. Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder. I don’t know about the heart part, but itdidtrigger the fight reaction inside of me to get her back.
Ash narrows her eyes at her. He must be thinking the same as me—she only wants us to brand her so she can prove us wrong.
“Very well,” he says, taking off from the bar. “Follow me.”
Ryder and I follow behind the two of them, heading out to the tattoo parlor around the back. Ash notes our presence, bringing attention to it like we shouldn’t be here.
“What?” I challenge him. “She belongs to all three of us.”
We might’ve come to an understanding, but I think it’s still gonna come with some complications. Three competitive brothers desperate for the same girl isn’t exactly the best start-up for success.
But I think we’re all willing to risk a little bit of family drama to get our hands on the one girl none of us have stopped obsessing over.
“No,” Ash says. “We need somebody manning the place.”
“Well, Manual’s dead which makes the rest of his posse useless. It’s not going to be me,” Ryder says.
“I have the decks on shuffle,” I say. “There’s no point in me being there. It’s not going to be me either.”
Ash rolls his eyes, probably debating which brother he hates the most.
“The bar’s quiet,” Lucia says. “I want all three of you there. Let’s just get this over and done with.”
Over and done with?I don’t know about that. If we’re branding Lucia as ours, I want to savor every drop.
We follow Ash out back, tensions running high. We were all in such a hurry to make Lucia ours that we completely skipped over the fact that we can’t see other women ever again.
It’s a big pill to swallow.
The idea came about from a territorial feeling all three of us had toward her. After speaking to several other club members who closed things off with other women, they said jealousy and possessiveness were the first signs of love.
That word makes me squirm even when I think about it. This has nothing to do with love, but ownership. Imagining her with anybody else feels torturous. Forget the stake-outs and midnight attacks—the thought of seeing Lucia with another man is painful.
In an ideal world, I’d have my Italian princess all to myself, but life doesn’t always work out that way. Sharing her with my brothers is better than sharing her with other men.
What’s the big deal? It sucks, but it’s not exactly like we’re new to sharing. We shared parents, shared the grief when they passed. Now we’re sharing lives in the club. Unbeknownst to us, we’ve probably shared girls. The only difference is that they were on separate occasions.
I’d be a fool to say no to this, especially when Lucia is walking around like a three-course fucking meal. Her firm breasts are spilling over the tank top she’s wearing. Don’t even get me started on the tight denim booty shorts that are barely covering her ass. Since the wench getup got ruined, she’s now borrowing clothes the clubhouse whores left here.
I can see why she selected the dress first…
It hid more skin.
