Page 24 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

SAINT

Why is she looking at us like she wants to rip off our clothes when she just did a whole speech about how she doesn’t believe a single thing that comes out of our mouths?

Make it make sense.

“So.” Ash clears his throat. “Where does this leave us?”

Lucia closes the gap between us, a devilish look in her eye. “Tattoo me.”

She should make up her mind.

Although, I have the feeling she’s testing us. She wants to prove us right one year down the line when we get bored of her. I know her game.

Trouble is, she doesn’t know ours.

We all want her. We share. Separately. That’s the deal.

Some of us are more accepting than others, but I’m sure the other two will come around soon. This isn’t a one-night stand. This is Lucia. I think risking our club and our lives made it damn obvious that this is more than a quick fix.

And I think that scares some people…more than others…

Cough. Ash.

Cough. Ryder.

Is it love? No.

But is it infatuation…?

I’m still struggling to get my head around this girl, but when Manual kindly took her away from us, it cleared up a lot of the confusion. Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder. I don’t know about the heart part, but it did trigger the fight reaction inside of me to get her back.

Ash narrows her eyes at her. He must be thinking the same as me—she only wants us to brand her so she can prove us wrong.

“Very well,” he says, taking off from the bar. “Follow me.”

Ryder and I follow behind the two of them, heading out to the tattoo parlor around the back. Ash notes our presence, bringing attention to it like we shouldn’t be here.

“What?” I challenge him. “She belongs to all three of us.”

We might’ve come to an understanding, but I think it’s still gonna come with some complications. Three competitive brothers desperate for the same girl isn’t exactly the best start-up for success.

But I think we’re all willing to risk a little bit of family drama to get our hands on the one girl none of us have stopped obsessing over.

“No,” Ash says. “We need somebody manning the place.”

“Well, Manual’s dead which makes the rest of his posse useless. It’s not going to be me,” Ryder says.

“I have the decks on shuffle,” I say. “There’s no point in me being there. It’s not going to be me either.”

Ash rolls his eyes, probably debating which brother he hates the most.

“The bar’s quiet,” Lucia says. “I want all three of you there. Let’s just get this over and done with.”

Over and done with? I don’t know about that. If we’re branding Lucia as ours, I want to savor every drop.

We follow Ash out back, tensions running high. We were all in such a hurry to make Lucia ours that we completely skipped over the fact that we can’t see other women ever again.

It’s a big pill to swallow.

The idea came about from a territorial feeling all three of us had toward her. After speaking to several other club members who closed things off with other women, they said jealousy and possessiveness were the first signs of love.

That word makes me squirm even when I think about it. This has nothing to do with love, but ownership. Imagining her with anybody else feels torturous. Forget the stake-outs and midnight attacks—the thought of seeing Lucia with another man is painful.

In an ideal world, I’d have my Italian princess all to myself, but life doesn’t always work out that way. Sharing her with my brothers is better than sharing her with other men.

What’s the big deal? It sucks, but it’s not exactly like we’re new to sharing. We shared parents, shared the grief when they passed. Now we’re sharing lives in the club. Unbeknownst to us, we’ve probably shared girls. The only difference is that they were on separate occasions.

I’d be a fool to say no to this, especially when Lucia is walking around like a three-course fucking meal.

Her firm breasts are spilling over the tank top she’s wearing.

Don’t even get me started on the tight denim booty shorts that are barely covering her ass.

Since the wench getup got ruined, she’s now borrowing clothes the clubhouse whores left here.

I can see why she selected the dress first…

It hid more skin.

She’s not even on the table yet and already she’s being a cocktease. Those booty cheeks know exactly what they’re doing.

Lucia knows exactly what she’s doing.

Ash unlocks the tattoo parlor, the wooden door creaking open.

Lucia pinches her nose. “Gross, it’s so dusty in here…and what’s that strong smell?”

“Antiseptic?”

“You guys didn’t strike me as germaphobes, no offense.”

“No,” Ash says. “But infections through needle sharing can be very damaging.”

Lucia takes a step in as we flick on the lights.

There isn’t much to the place, aside from ink cartridges, a prideful American flag pinned to the wall, and a table—the one Lucia is about to be laid out on.

Why the fuck are we always doing shit to her on tables?

“You mentioned that the tattoo goes on my ass cheek?”

“Correct,” Ash says. “This is your final chance to back out.”

“Question.” Lucia sits on the edge of the table and narrows her eyes at us. “What if I break the rule? What if I sleep with another man and break this so-called code of conduct?”

“We murder him,” Ryder says in the most serious voice ever.

Lucia watches him, waiting for his face to lighten so she knows he’s making a joke.

Strap yourself in, sweetheart. You’ll be waiting all night.

“And what would happen to me?” she asks.

Ryder and I turn to Ash, consulting the unofficial boss. He gives a subtle shake of his head and turns to Lucia. “Then you’re out of the club.”

“Sounds like an easy way out on my end.”

Is her plan tonight to torment, tease, or both? If she carries on this way, we’ll be taping her mouth.

“God, what’s the matter with you three tonight? Lighten up. Isn’t this supposed to be fun?”

Fun for her, yes.

Us on the other hand? Not so much. I don’t think she realizes just how much of a hold she has on us. I already have a semi just from looking at her. Under the soft overhead lighting, her breasts look like buried, golden treasure.

And fuck, I can’t wait to unbox and see what’s inside.

“I guess this is the part where I take off my panties.”

“No.” Ash raises his hand to stop her. “Just the shorts.”

Lucia stands up without a moment’s hesitation and shimmies the denim down her leg.

Fuck. My cock is already throbbing at the sight of her. She’s making quite the show of it, twirling the shorts around her finger before launching them into the air.

Best striptease I’ve ever seen.

And she’s not even naked.

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 English and Italian 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’s tipsy. 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.