Page 77 of Rider Daddies
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” I ask her.
“I’ve been ready ever since I stepped foot in your club.”
I could come from her voice alone.
I’m about to slip my finger under her panties when a force tears me back. Another brother replaces me.
Ash?
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Reverse psychology, was it?” he says, running his hands all over Lucia’s body. “Nice try. Sort that problem in your pants out another time.” He addresses Ryder too. “I want the pair of you immature imbeciles to stand back and watch me fuck Lucia.”
Ryder and I exchange a look of rage.
He can get lost.
I rejoin the scene, circling around to the top of the table. Ash might’ve claimed the jewel between her legs, but I have two right here, hidden under a suggestive white tee.
“Arms up, sweetheart.”
Lucia throws them up like she’s on a roller coaster. I suppose that’s exactly what this is to her—the ride of her life.
I remove her tee and slip my hand underneath her to unclasp the bra. I’ve barely slid the lace garment out from under her when I catch sight of her breasts. They are perfect.
And they’re all for me.
Her nipples are perked up with arousal. And my mouth is around one of them before my brain even has time to catch up. Before Ryder can touch the other, I lock my hand over the twin breast, taking both for myself.
Some might call me greedy.
Others a champion.
I don’t care what they call me. With Lucia’s hard nipple in my mouth, I really couldn’t give a fuck if I died tomorrow.
“What the fuck?” I hear Ryder say from some faraway dimension.
“You snooze, you lose, brother,” I say, my head nestled between Lucia’s breasts.
I no longer care that I’m fighting to have sex with the girl and in doing so, giving her exactly what she wants.
I know my brothers. They won’t stop without putting up a fight, and it’s always Ash or Ryder getting their way. When does the youngest brother ever get his chance?
I take my mouth from Lucia’s breasts and start thumbing her nipple, eliciting a moan out of her…
This might just be the loudest one yet.
Ash looks up at me with a type of competitiveness that will be enthralling for Lucia…not so much for us.
“You wanna play that game?” he asks.
“This isn’t a fucking…” The words die on my tongue.
No he isnottaking off her panties.
Lucia lifts her legs into the air to help him. He throws them away. I can’t move now that she’s completely naked. All I can do is stare at her body, frozen in time, because a female body shouldn’t look this fucking good.
“That’s a good girl,” Ash says.
