Page 38 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

LUCIA

I should’ve done some warm-up exercises to prepare for this reunion.

Six giant arms wrap around me, almost cutting off my circulation.

I expected this, but I didn’t expect the tears.

“Fuck, Lucia.” Saint pats at his watery eyes. “I think this entrance beats the first one.”

Just as I suspected, the brothers look even more irresistible than they did the last time I saw them.

I relax into their touches. Nothing says home sweet home quite like the smells of gasoline, booze, and leather.

They lower me down onto a bar stool like I’m incapable of taking a seat myself. I’m more than capable, but I’m happy to milk the princess treatment for as long as possible.

Ash slips behind the bar and pours me a glass of ice water.

I inhale it in seconds, spinning the empty glass back his way for another.

“The bandages…” Saint looks at my legs, then back up at my face, wrecked currently with cuts from when the windshield shattered. “Your face…”

“Everything is fine.”

Anyone would think it was them that were involved in the collision. They cup my face as if they can’t believe that I’m real and stare at me with intense eye contact, unable to look away.

Ash hands me a second glass of water and squeezes my hand until it turns blue.

I chuckle. “I survived a car crash. It’s not like I came back from the dead. Seriously, guys, everything is fine.”

Ash breaks eye contact, which says a lot for him.

Did I unintentionally pull at something?

Saint takes the cigarette from his mouth and puts it out. “We have a confession to make.”

“Our parents were involved in a car collision,” Ash says. “It’s how they died.”

Fuck.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize?—”

“It’s fine,” Ryder says. “We thought we were going to lose you, darling, but you’re back.”

“That’s all that matters,” Saint adds.

All that matters…

What if they actually lost me?

What if I never got the chance to tell them how I feel?

For taking me in and making these past few weeks the best ever, don’t I at least owe them the truth?

I purse my lips. “I have a confession too.”

Saint pops the cigarette back into his mouth, a wolfish smile forming. “Do tell.”

“I don’t want to stay here just because of the UV.

Tanning is a bonus, but it isn’t why I want to call this place home.

” I pause. “And if I wanted to run away from the law, I’d do it in plain sight.

It’s satisfying to pull the wool over the cops’ eyes.

Surprisingly easy too.” I take a breath.

“There’s only one reason I want to stay here, and it’s because of you.

” I register each brother. “I don’t know.

Maybe I’m falling in love with you. It’s the only diagnosis I can think of that makes sense. ”

“Diagnosis,” snorts Ryder. “Well, I hope there’s no cure.”

A silence extends between us all.

Since my return, something has changed about Ryder, Ash, and Saint. They’re no longer pushing each other out of the way, fighting for my attention like before. They’re simply being. Silently registering each other, but not kicking up a fuss over who likes me more, who’s the most deserving.

At the end of the day, they lost their parents all the same.

They each deserve the same chance at happiness.

“We should throw a party,” proposes Ash, breaking the silence.

“A party?” Ryder frowns. “It’s not the start of a new month yet.”

“No.” Ash chooses his next words carefully. “But it could be the start of a new chapter. Besides, I think we all need to let off some steam. Celebrate life with a few beers.”

“A few?” Saint laughs. “Yeah right.”

“I’m in,” I say. “As long as you promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“To all share my bed tonight.”

When your men have good hearts and even better bodies, it’s hard to look at them and not undress. Every time Ash brushes past me at the bar, my panties get just that little bit more soaked. I’m at the point of burning up.

I clench my thighs together as I serve drinks.

“You’re flustered, darling,” Ash whispers in my ear as he passes me.

My hold on the glass weakens. God, they whisper one single word in my ear and I feel like getting on my knees, begging for them to take me.

I ignore the urge and press my thighs even tighter together so I can get through this serve.

But Ash makes the task near impossible when he stands behind me, pretending to grab a glass. That’s what it looks like to the people who are not behind the bar.

What he’s actually doing is sneaking a finger in between my legs, sliding under my denim shorts and my panties to caress my bundle of nerves.

He locates it straight away.

I let out a little whimper. Conscious that the biker is still waiting on his drink, I elongate my spine and try to ignore Ash’s finger at my clit.

But on this occasion, ignorance isn’t bliss.

He inserts a finger inside.

“Fuck.”

The biker looks at me strangely, noting my hand. It’s shaking, the beer going everywhere. I tug on the tap, desperate to fill the drink so I can see him off and actually do something about the problem between my legs.

“Sorry,” I grit out, handing over the drink. “Things since the crash have been hard.”

“Very hard,” interjects Ash.

He didn’t have to say that right in my fucking ear.

And in that honey voice too.

When the biker walks away from the bar, I snap around and get ready to give Ash a piece of my mind for being the world’s biggest, hottest torment.

But then I realize I don’t want to.

I’m tired of talking.

“What are you gonna do?” Ash looks down at me like he’s about to commit a felony, one of his eyebrows pulled up. “Tell me off?”

His hand is still between my legs, mind, petting my clit.

“You’re divine,” he says.

“And you’re in trouble if the other two see what you’re doing to me right now.”

“You better tell them to come join in on the fun.”

That’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear come out of one of their mouths.

But it’s true. My near-death experience has changed them for the better. For this outcome, I’d do it all over again.

I bite my lip, looking up at my manager. “Do you think we can spare a few minutes?”

The sinful look on his face tells all. He raises a finger between us and curls it, gesturing for me to follow him.

Gladly.

When we leave the bar, Ryder and Saint take notice of us.

I give them my best I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off look, and what do you know? They’re following Ash and me away from the main room, down to the bedroom I unofficially claimed as mine when I first arrived here.

When the door closes behind the four of us, the energy in the room feels so thick with sexual tension that I can feel it brushing over my skin.

The brothers might be on good terms, but that doesn’t mean they’re gonna be polite and invite somebody else to kiss me first.

Ryder beats them to it, of course, his mouth hot like molten lava.

Oh my god. I could faint. There’s a reason society has normalized a woman going to bed with only one man at a time—they don’t want the lucky girls of the world who can score a hat trick to have too much fun.

Maybe it’s selfish to hog all three brothers to myself when other girls here have their eye on my men.

But they’re mine.

The tattoo speaks for us.

And I don’t make the rules.

Ryder pushes me with such force that I end up on the bed, back crashing down onto the mattress.

Bearing in mind I was unconscious only yesterday, I’m surprised how well I’m taking this.

The bandages are still wrapped around my leg, nearly cutting off my circulation.

I’m also under strict instruction from the hospital to take care with my face since the stitches are still susceptible to infection.

But you reach a level of arousal and don’t give a fuck if your stitches are oozing infectious puss, or ripping open completely for that matter.

All that matters is the moment.

And this one is a big one.

This is the first time we’re getting hot and heated on a bed.

I look up at the three men over me who could, quite frankly, be my papas. They’re tall even when I’m standing at full height, so you can imagine what it’s like when I’m laid down and all three of them come to step over me.

Giants. Literally.

The throbbing between my legs is pretty much unavoidable. Something needs to be done.

And since the other two are too busy watching the show, I make a start on my own pleasure.

“Woah, what are you doing?” Ash fires off when he notices my finger under my panties. “You know the rules.”

“My memory is bad. You’ll have to remind me.”

Ash locks eyes with me and pops a finger in his mouth. But not just any finger. It was the one he used to torment me at the bar.

“Mmmm.” The sound effects are already bringing me to the edge. “Full of goodness.”

Saint watches with spiteful eyes. “What the fuck, bro?”

“Snooze you lose, brother.”

Saint scoffs and joins me on the bed, undressing me.

I lie on the bed like a mannequin as he unzips my denim shorts, tugging them off.

When I’m fully naked, Saint runs his hands all over my body, traversing every patch of skin, every nook and cranny. It’s a massage with a happy ending.

Multiple.

“Which did you prefer…” Ryder takes his mouth away from my collarbone and looks me in the eye. “The table or the tattoo parlor?”

“You’re forgetting about the Harley.”

Ryder’s face turns sour. “Fuck the Harley.”

It must still be too fresh.

God forbid one of his brothers gets his hands on me first…

It’s endearing to see them all squabble over who deserves me most, until I realize that the price is their relationship. Knowing what I do now, it’s my goal to unite them all. I don’t want to turn them against one another, because if I do that, I risk losing one of them.

And I can’t lose any.

God, I sound like a spoiled brat who doesn’t know how to pick one.

But I don’t think any woman could pick just one.

Brothers come as package deals—everybody knows that.

“Both were fun,” I answer. “But this bed will be better on my back.”