Page 75 of Rider Daddies
“Are you okay, Saint? You’re looking a little flushed.” Lucia turns around to catch my eyes, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as if to purposely bring attention to them. “You can’t wait anymore, can you?” She bats her butterfly eyelashes. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Her face darkens. “Why don’t you?”
This is what she wants.
This is what turns her on—a brother groupie. She wants one to fuck her and the other two to watch.
I flex my hands into fists. Ryder is staring at her ass too intently for my liking, taking his sweet time. Five letters shouldn’t take him ten minutes.
He’s messing with the wrong fucking guy tonight.
I rush over and snatch the needle from his hand. It doesn’t take much. The bastard’s so focused on Lucia that it’s weakened him. So it takes no effort at all to upturn his chair and send him crashing to the floor.
“You fucking prick. It was my turn!” he shouts.
“News flash—your time is up.” I pick up the chair and sit myself down, getting in position.
Of course, Ryder’s not one to go down without a fight. He rushes to his feet and drags me toward him, crashing me against the wall.
“Interrupt me again and I’ll shove one of those discs of yours down your throat.”
Asshole. “I dare you to try.” I hitch my eyebrow at him. “Go on, do it now. You can’t, can you? Not while Lucia’s in the room.”
He stands and stares at me. The grimace proves my point. He might want to take it out on me, but if there’s one thing more at the forefront of his mind than fighting, it’s Lucia.
“Fucking hell.”
Said in the calmest voice ever, by Lucia.
“You three take brother disagreements to the next level.”
“Most brothers don’t tend to fight over the same girls,” growls Ryder. He eyes me. “They need to learn to find their own type and stop copying mine.”
Is he asking for that nose to be even more crooked? Ash started the job—I’m more than happy to finish it.
Also, is he forgetting that Ash literallyshothim on account of his rage? You’d think the bullet wound would serve as a daily reminder for him to dial it down.
But I know Ryder. He’s not one for lessons.
“Get out of here,” he snaps at me.
“Lucia?” I cross my hands over my chest and turn to her. “Do you want me to go?”
“You know what I want.” She sits up on the table and seductively places a hand between her legs, reaching…somewhere. “I want you all to fuck me.” She keeps the hand there for another moment and then takes it away, the desire dying on her face. “But if this isn’t going to work, we might as well forget it.”
God, I want to grab that hand and suffocate myself with it.
I don’t want to die from a gun, or old age. I want to die of intoxication from Lucia’s dark, womanly scent. A scent unique to her.
Instead of reaching for her hand, I huff a sigh and turn to my brothers.
Here goes phase one.
“She’s right. This isn’t gonna work.”
Ash narrows one eye. “You don’t think?”
“We can’t even be alone with each other without one of us throwing a temper tantrum.” I stick my hand into the air, making sure to conceal my smugness. “Guilty as charged. It was me who started it. Apologies, Ryder.”
He doesn’t accept it. Not like I expect him to. He looks at me like he wants to murder me.
