Page 25 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

“Hey!” Ryder steps forward. “Why you first?”

“I’m the oldest.”

“Age before beauty,” I add.

Ash glares at me.

Probably not the best time for me to say that, since he has a seven-inch needle in his hand.

When the machine starts to whirr, he carefully inserts the needle into Lucia’s skin. Her booty cheek shakes in reaction to the vibrations.

My cock is so hard it feels like it’s gonna rip through my leather pants.

“How does it feel?” Ryder asks.

Lucia moans in response. “It feels good.”

I give Ryder a scolding glance, because he really didn’t need to ask that question. And now, thanks to him, she’s moaning. She sighs like an angel, her beautiful head resting against the pillow like Ash is giving her a massage.

The more I watch, the more this is starting to look like the beginning of a porno.

To steady her, Ash holds her hip. I stare at the area longer than necessary. A woman’s hip shouldn’t be tormenting me so much, but I can’t help it. Everything about her body is exquisite.

The full, round globes of her buttocks are separated by just a thin thread of black cotton. I want to move it aside and have her bend over until both holes are in view. Already I see the area I want most peaking out from between her two cheeks.

Looking at her pussy was a delicious mistake.

Now, I only want to see it more.

I creep forward to get a closer look at her. They should make her body a college course because it demands to be studied. Everything about her is divine, from her cinched waist to her slender shoulders. My dick is responding to even non-sexualized parts.

But it’s only because every arm, leg, finger, and toe belongs to her.

And I want Lucia.

All of her.

The buzzing stops. Ash sets down the ink and wheels the tattoo chair away from the table. “Ryder, you’re up.”

God, you don’t need to tell him. He walks over like his whole life has led up to this moment—the moment where he finally gets Lucia all to himself…except not quite. Ash got there first. His name is already imprinted in black across her ass.

The bitter look on Ryder’s face suggests that he’s not impressed.

“Anytime tonight.” Ash stands by the American flag, hands clasped together.

Ryder swallows his grief and picks up the needle, the vibrations starting up again as he makes his signature. It’s a long one, each letter taking him at least three fucking minutes.

I can’t look at Lucia like this for much longer. It’s unhealthy for a man’s libido to be tested for this long. She’s right in front of me, her body glowing under the light, and I can’t do anything about it.

I bite down on my molars, tasting blood.

This isn’t funny anymore.

And Lucia seems to be a good reader of the room.

Seeing the struggle on my face, she sticks out her ass and continues with the moans again. Each singsong melody stings the tip of my cock, precum budding out.

I’m not fucking standing for this anymore. Ryder’s hogging her.

We’re supposed to be sharing.

“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 literally shot him 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.

The feeling’s fucking mutual. I don’t know what it is with the middle child, but they always get their own way.

People have been praising Ryder ever since he was fucking born.

High school made him captain of the sports team, the cool jock that all the girls knew and loved, and it made me the indie loser who accessorized with a pair of headphones every day to block out the noise.

Ryder doesn’t know this because he was far too up his own ass to hear, but friends from his grade used to call me “mop.” My hair apparently didn’t fit the trending mullet that determined if a guy was going to be popular or not.

The bastard used to walk past me and pretend that we weren’t brothers.

He used to pretend like he didn’t even fucking know me.

It’s times like these when I question why the fuck I’m being so nice to him, letting him share and take what he wants, when everything he has ever wanted has been handed to him on a silver platter…for his entire. Fucking. Life.

This half-wit needs to learn to work for something.

I watch his gaze drift to the floor. If he even so much as picks up that needle and finishes inking his name into Lucia’s skin, it’s over for him, I swear to God.

It all unfolds in front of my eyes—Ryder squatting down to secure the cartridge in his hand, like it belongs to him. I wait for him to get close, inches away from Lucia’s ass cheek. Then, I barrel toward him and repeat the same thing, harder this time.

“It’s courteous to finish the job. We can’t leave it unfinished,” he insists.

“You just had to get your name on there, didn’t you? If there’s a door, your foot is inside of it. I mean, fucking hell, you might as well drop your pants and piss on the poor girl, claiming her that way, asshole.”

Ryder looks at me, his body still against the wall from when I slammed him into it. He stares into my eyes and laughs.

God, this bastard knows just how to get under my skin.

“There’s a lady present in the room,” he says. “You really wanna do this?”

This fucker doesn’t need any more of my attention.

I turn to Lucia instead. She’s still sitting on the table, weirdly unfazed by it all. I locate her hands, and that’s when it all becomes perfectly clear.

Of course this is turning her on.

Three brothers bickering over her. I wonder if she was fantasizing about this back before she met us, when she was going to sleep beside boring Tristan every night, dreaming of a riveting bedroom experience.

Well, surprise , she has one now.

My Italian sweetheart.

Oh, the things I could do to her right now.

My heart isn’t beating with anger anymore…but something else. The rage, the thick blood running through my veins…all of it transitions to another powerful feeling.

And this time, I’m dead set on it leaving me with an orgasm.

I take a look at Mr. Sanctimonious Fuck on my left…

Spoiled half-wit on my right…

And then I go in to take the crown.

Signing my name on her ass doesn’t matter when I have her mouth on mine.

And oh, what a delicious mouth she has. Our tongues fight for dominance in one another’s mouths, our kisses hot and fervent—desperate to chase the high that has been teased in front of us for too long.

“Lie down,” I order, my mouth pressed to her ear.

She obeys in an instant, her hand going straight to my groin.

Fuck, it feels good to finally have some pressure there.

“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?”