Page 73 of Rider Daddies
She climbs back onto the table, Bambi legs extending to tease a view of the apex of her thighs. Any more of this and I’ll be buried between those thighs before she has a chance to inhale her next breath.
“Close your legs.” Ash’s tone is icy.
“What’s the big deal?”
“This is a tattoo parlor, not a bedroom. We’ll get to the fun later.”
“Later.” She says it like it’s her least favorite word in the EnglishandItalian dictionary. “I’ll do it later. That’s what they all say, right? Later isn’t fucking good enough.”
At this point, I’m aware that she’s had quite a few glasses of tequila. The hazy look in her eye suggests that she’stipsy. I wouldn’t go as far as drunk. Her movements, though questionable, are still controlled.
She trails a hand up the inside of her thigh with intention, looking up from her dark brows to regard our expressions. I compose myself when those hazel eyes travel south to the bulge in my pants…a very prominent one that I can’t get under control.
Time and place…
If my level of arousal increases even more, I’m afraid of what I might do. It’s never been on my bucket list to strip naked in front of my brothers and fuck a woman right under their noses, but Lucia is too fucking hypnotic.
The plan was to tattoo her and then each go and have some fun with her afterward.
Separately.
Lucia smirks at us. “Why don’t we have another rendition of the table…incident from a few nights ago?”
“Lucia.” Forget icy. The tone of Ash’s voice is now deadly.
It was different a few nights ago. Roping her to the table was punishment. She was toying with our libidos all night, trying to get us to break, to give in and give her group sex.
Tristan stepping through that door, interrupting everything, was a gift from God.
Morals are out the window when we get too close to Lucia. We set out to do one thing and end up giving in…
I note her rounded cheeks. The smug smile. I suppose this is the perfect setup for her. We’re bringing her fantasy to life by all being here with her.
“Alright, I get it,” she groans. “If you’re gonna be so uptight about it, we might as well get on with what we were going to do.” She closes her legs and turns around onto her stomach.
I can practically feel my balls changing color.
Sweet heavens…
I swallow the huge lump in my throat. My eyes are stapled to her ass…and it’s beyond my control. Ryder and Ash marvel with me. It’s like we’re at an art exhibition, stunned to silence as we stare at the main event.
I could eat this girl for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, for the rest of my days.
I catch Ryder’s eyes and see the restraint on his face. Clearly, we’re all going through the motions. We all want to fuck her. Now.
But not in front of each other.
Ryder turns to Ash. “What if we each wait outside while?—”
“No,” Ash says, messing with the ink cartridges. “Not in the fucking tattoo parlor. Let’s just get this over and done with. We’ll make arrangements later tonight.” He exhales a deep sigh and gets started, flicking the needle. “Okay, sweetheart, I need you to stay very still for me. It might hurt a little.”
“Not much hurts me.”
“If you say so.” Ash rolls up his sleeves and takes a seat next to her ass.
His hands must be itching to grab a cheek and squeeze. Mine are, even from this distance away. It’s why I’m standing at the back wall—I don’t trust myself to get too close.
“Hey!” Ryder steps forward. “Why you first?”
