Page 10 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

I catch myself looking at Lacey’s cleavage and tear my eyes away. My cock is still begging for release. My libido doesn’t even care about external factors…all it wants is Lacey.

But fuck, I just can’t share her with them.

Though it’s not like we’re talking all things love and romance—that doesn’t exist in our world. And isn’t it physically impossible to love more than one person romantically, anyway? By human default, somebody always has a favorite, right?

Surely she can’t be equally sexually attracted to all of us.

There has to be one she favors…

But the thing is, I fear Lacey isn’t built like most women.

Naturally, when you’re told to stay somewhere, your immediate reaction is to want to get out.

But Lacey stayed. She pretended to kick up a fuss about it, but instead she ensured her mom over text that she was safe, and then asked us for a job.

That isn’t normal.

I think maybe her abnormal reaction to us keeping her here could reflect other ways her mind works differently than most…

The night is finally drawing to an end.

Thank fuck.

Ryder, Saint, and I are cleaning up, with Lacey helping too. We return tables to their original positions, tidy away glasses, etcetera. All of the normal stuff.

Except tonight I’m walking around with a third leg.

Still.

The worst part is that she hasn’t said a word to us. She just swoops past us in her little getup, making sure to brush her body up against ours as she goes.

I’m starting to think this was a mistake. Earlier, I was half-tempted to ask Grizzly for permission to release her. Make her sign a nondisclosure or something like she suggested, so she can be on her way.

Don’t be a cocktease if you ain’t gonna do anything about it.

“Silent treatment tonight, is it, boys?”

I catch Ryder’s eyes across from the bar and silently shake my head, urging him to stay quiet. This is what she wants. She’s tormented us all enough tonight…and it has worked. I feel jealous to the bone.

“Do you think we’re idiots?” Ryder says, breaking the silence. He comes out from behind the bar and stands in front of it, leaning back. “Do you think we didn’t know what you were doing?”

Lacey tilts her head, feigning confusion. “What?—?”

“Look, Lacey.” Saint steps in, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. “I get it. You’re hurting. You caught your fiancé cheating.”

She frowns. “Way to rub salt in the wound, huh?”

Saint takes a drag from the cigarette, smoke pluming from his mouth. “No. I’m not salting the wound at all. You want to get back on Tristan, and you’re doing that by targeting the opposite sex. I get it. You feel powerless, so you’re desperate to be in power again.”

“If I wanted a shrink,” Lacey says, stomping toward the bar, glasses in hand. “I would have asked for one.”

“Don’t take your anger out on us, that’s all I’m saying.” Saint takes the cigarette from his mouth and examines the blunt end. “It’s shitty. May I remind you that you’re under our roof—don’t test us.”

I didn’t think Saint had it in him.

I step in to contribute. “He’s right.” I square my shoulders, looking at her head-on.

This woman needs to know who she’s dealing with.

Self-restraint only goes so far here. I sharpen my tone.

“Let me give you a warning. You’re not in fantasy land anymore.

You’re in the real world.” I narrow my eyes.

“I don’t think you quite know what that means…

but if you carry on, you will.” I close the distance between us.

Fuck. It takes everything in me to not bend her over right here and take her.

“Don’t you dare test a man’s patience again. See this as your last warning.”

I’m expecting an apology, but I don’t get that.

Instead, I get my dick stroked through my pants, her French-tip fingernails brushing against my groin.

I groan.

“What the fuck is she doing?” I hear Saint ask Ryder.

“Testing a man’s patience,” Ryder says.

“Is this—” She grips harder. “Testing your patience?”

I can’t speak.

Fuck, why can’t I speak?

I know better than to look the succubus in the eye, but I simply can’t help myself. My body betrays me. The girl has been toying with me all night and now she has me by the balls. Literally.

God, she knows what she’s doing. I thrust my hips toward her, letting her fondle them even more.

She has a wanton look in her eye, her hazel irises glinting in the light. She’s drunk but not enough to be over the limit. I watch her chest through the corset.

Now, I’m teasing myself.

I bring my hand up and cup one of her breasts. It’s so dangerously tempting to rip off her clothes and sling her over the bar like a rag doll.

She grips my fully erect length through my pants, rubbing her hands up and down, just enough to get me going…

And that’s when she lets go.

She takes her hand away, a menacing look crawling onto her face.

She knows what she’s done. Knows that she hasn’t listened to the warning.

“If you want more, I suggest you invite your brothers to come and play.” She walks to the bar and sets the empty glasses on the counter.

Ryder and Saint stand frozen, jaws wide open. Their eyes are the only parts of their body that are moving, following Lacey as she walks around the main room.

She’s been here twenty-four hours and struts around like she owns the place.

I catch Saint’s pissed off eyes. “She doesn’t get to do that,” he tells us.

“No shit,” Ryder says absentmindedly, too busy watching our signorina. “We should punish her.”

“I agree.” My mouth speaks before my brain has the chance to catch up. “She needs to feel what we feel.” I give them both a hard look. “This isn’t about us. It’s about her. About justice.”

Our eyes bounce between each other, silence extending as we each wait for the others to make a move.

As the eldest, I suppose they’re counting on me.

I take off from the bar, Ryder and Saint following. We should have come up with a plan…it’s really not the best idea to launch ourselves at her and see where the wind takes us. But my head is clouded.

My cock is revengeful.

Chairs clatter to the ground as we advance like an army to the other side of the room. Hearing the disturbance, she turns around, empty glasses in each of her hands. I boulder her way and knock them both out of her hands. A little shriek leaves her mouth as the glass rains to the floor.

This is what she gets for trying to mess with us.

I pick her up from the floor and sling her over one shoulder, placing her flat over one of the tables.

“What are you?—?”

“You’ve angered us, sweetheart.” I catch her eyes again.

Bad fucking idea.

The shadows cross over her face again, eyes darkening.

She arches her eyebrow, propping herself up on the table. “What are you gonna do about it then?” She extends her eyes to my younger brothers, giving them a lip bite. “Why don’t you come inside?” She parts her legs, reaching down to play with her pussy. “And see how wet I am?”

“You need to be punished,” Ryder says. He jumps onto the table and takes over her legs, parting them until I see a flash of something white.

“Then—” The tooth sinks further into her lip. “Punish me.”

Are those white panties?

The panties that she was supposed to get married in?

Oh my fucking god, I feel like I’m about to burst. My battery of restraint has run down to zero. I have nothing left in the tank but cum, which I intend to spill deep inside of Lacey.

Saint very kindly gave me the invitation earlier to take a turn inside first. That means I’ll be the first here to claim her.

I bring my finger to the apex of her thighs. Even through her panties, she’s dripping wet.

“You’re a dirty girl.”

Her entire body is shaking, and I’m barely even touching her.

The other two watch closely as I tease my finger at her inner thighs, drawing closer and closer to where she wants me.

She moans the most wonderful sound. “Oh my god, this feels…”

So good that she can’t even finish the sentence, apparently.

Ryder brings his hand up to her breast, squeezing. “Saint,” he calls. “Be a champ and loosen up this corset for me.”

Now all three of us are working on her.

“Let’s see how far we can tease you.” I look up from between her legs, catching her eyes. “Bringing you right to the edge of orgasm…but not quite there.”

Lacey furls her lip. She’s getting frustrated, a crease forming between her two dark eyebrows as she realizes what we’re doing—getting her back.

Tensing her jaw, she reaches down to rub her clit.

It’s a good thing I have excellent reflexes.

I catch her hand and pass it over to Ryder. “You’re forbidden from touching yourself.”

She bites her lip, sweat dripping down her brow. There’s a pink hue to her cheeks, her face completely flushed. God, I just know that her perfect little pussy will be the same color.

She arches her back. Bucks her hips.

“Try all you want, sweetheart,” Ryder says, taking away her other arm. “Remember—there’s three of us and one of you.”

“You can’t tease me like this…you don’t understand.”

“No,” snaps Saint. “ You don’t understand.”

I’ve been so busy watching Lacey squirm that I didn’t even realize Saint left the table. I turn around and locate him just as he materializes from behind the curtain, something pulled taut in his hand. A rope?

This woman better buckle in for the ride of her life…

Minus the ride. For being the biggest cocktease this world has ever seen, she doesn’t deserve pleasure.

Just pain.

In its cruelest form.

Pushing her right to the edge of climax and holding her at that point until she crumbles will be the best thing for her. The woman needs humbling. A reality check.

Saint advances forward and catches both of her hands in the rope, bringing them up over her head to tie her to the table leg.

We’re supposed to be teasing her, but somehow she still manages to reverse the torture.

Teasing her is also teasing us. The suffering is universal. Everyone is involved.