Page 11 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

Forget the blue balls. Those things will be dropping off before we even have time to strip her naked.

“Another rope for her feet, I think, Saint,” calls Ryder, struggling to tame her ankles.

“Please,” she gasps. “Just fuck me.”

“No. This world is an unkind place,” I say. “It doesn’t always give you everything you want.”

Saint reappears with two more bits of rope, capturing each of her ankles.

“Spread them as wide as possible,” instructs Ryder. “So we can see all of her.”

I offer Saint a helping hand, taking one ankle to knot it around the table leg.

Stepping back, I admire our work.

Holy fuck.

I’m going to explode my pants. Her dress is hitched up high, exposing her middle. Her pussy remains covered with white cotton. Even through the panties, I can see the groove of her delicious folds.

“We’re gonna need some scissors.” Saint runs a finger over his chin. “For her panties.”

“No,” heaves Lacey from the table. “Use a knife.”

Two can play at this game.

I see what she’s doing.

Where is this gonna lead us?

Saint asks for silent permission, running her proposal by Ryder and me first.

It’s a grand idea, I’ll give her that…I’m just afraid that we’re gonna end up giving her exactly what she wants.

A brother bash.

“Go and get the knife,” Ryder says.

It’s not appropriate to look anywhere but your brother’s face, but I just happen to glance at the state of Ryder’s groin. He’s struggling with this just as much as I am. Saint is no different, limping back toward the curtain like he’s learning how to walk again.

Lacey is trouble.

She’s testing our own limits.

I think she needs reminding who’s the boss here.

When Saint returns with the blade, I steal it from his grasp and bring it in between her legs, trailing it softly over her curves. Her moans rise in pitch.

“There’s a good girl,” I say, lining the knife up with the hem of her panties. I hook my finger under the material, lifting it away from her hot skin.

One…

Two…

Rip!

I peel the cotton out from under her, urging her to lift her hips to help with the process. She does so gladly.

Lo and behold, the rarest treasure of them all.

I’m salivating like a dog.

I think all of us are.

“Her cunt is perfect,” Saint says. He’s in a state of hypnosis again, eyes glued on the prize he let me have first dibs on.

“Remember what you told me earlier…about me going first,” I say.

“Screw that.” He’s already unbuckling his pants and shoving Ryder and me aside. “Take a seat, losers, I’m going in.”

“About fucking time!” Lacey cries, arching her back. “It’s rude to make a girl wait.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ryder shoves Saint. “We had a plan.”

“To hell with the stupid plan,” Saint says, unlooping the belt from his jeans. “Look.” He lifts up her dress completely so her blushed pussy is completely in sight.

Way to go, Saint. Tease me even fucking more.

Her nectar shines in the overhead lighting, making everything glossy. In the center of her opened rose petals is, quite literally, gold.

I see my invitation.

I’ll end up frying both my cock and balls if I don’t look away…

But I can’t.

Her tiny hole pulsates open, ready to take us.

God, the sight of her is unreal. Maybe we should take a photograph—make the moment last forever. From this day forward, I’ll be going to bed every night without fail thinking about her. Maybe one time won’t hurt. She can’t look this good and expect us to do nothing about it.

Saint removes his belt and then presses it to Lacey’s pussy. She starts grinding on the leather, practically singing. Her moans are getting louder.

“What are you doing?” I take the leather belt away, and Lacey whimpers. “We’re not supposed to be pleasuring her.”

“Yeah,” Saint says. “Plan averted. Enjoy the show. Watch how fucking good she looks grinding up against my belt.” He tries to put it back, but I tighten my grip, shoving him away.

My finger catches something wet and hot.

Her juices.

For this next part, I make sure to give her intense eye contact, making a show of it as I lick her wetness from the belt. She tastes like honey, but there’s an undertaste of something else. Something much darker that activates the animal in me.

A primal urge kicks in.

I’m fucking her. Now.

Saint lowers his pants. “Turn away, boys. You’re my brothers and I love you, but I’d rather not have you see my cock.”

I barge into Saint. “Get the fuck out of here, asshole. I have first dibs.”

“Get over yourself.”

“Fuck off. I’ve had it the worst here. Do you know how hard it was on me to bring the two of you fuckers up without?—?”

“It’s hot when you argue over me,” Lacey says. “I think it’s time you each get naked and show me just how much you want me.”

“Which one of us would you like first, baby?” Ryder asks.

Great.

Trust Ryder to get involved.

“Oh, I don’t care,” she heaves. “Just shut up and get inside of me, one of you.”

I shove the other two off and pull off my own belt. If these two bastards don’t pack it in, I’ll loop this thing around their necks until they drop down like domesticated dogs and surrender.

Ryder always gets what he wants; it’s been this way since the beginning of time. You give someone the high school “jock” title, and they think they rule the world.

Saint, despite the name, is no St. Michael the Archangel. He listens to too much music and it’s deafened him. The only word he understands is me.

Classic younger brother mentality, thinking that the world revolves around them.

News flash—it doesn’t.

I gave up my hopes and dreams of making it to the military for these two bastards. The least they can do is thank me for it and let me be the first to fuck Lacey.

They put up a good fight, I’ll give them that. But it’s not enough.

I forcefully shove Ryder aside, hands clamped at Lacey’s hips to lock in.

“Give up, you fucking cock.”

My heart thumps in my chest, arousal and anger beating through my veins. My head goes light, both emotions too strong for me to control.

I grab the discarded knife from the table and point it at Ryder. “Call me a cock again and I’ll draw one across your face.”

That’s when the front door bursts open.

Our argument fizzles out, interrupted by…fabulous.

Another intruder.

This man is much younger, skin still untouched by the sun. Though the way he strolls in has me second-guessing if he is indeed an intruder, since he seems to know where he’s going.

“Lucia?”

The fuck.

Lacey turns her neck as far as it will go, regarding the stranger. “Oh my god… Tristan ?”

Cock-blocked by the ex.

That’s what they’ll be writing on my gravestone.