Page 5 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

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It’s her fault for jumping over the bar and helping herself to liquor. My dick wouldn’t be straining against my pants right now if she was sober…or maybe it still would be. I don’t know.

It’s more than a pretty face with Lacey. She has attitude. She’s feisty. I see the sharp look in her eye. She knows what she wants and she goes after it. Right now, she has made it clear that she wants us. I just don’t know which one of us she wants most.

“What if I’m wet?”

Ash tenses his jaw even more, the muscle ready to pop. He forces himself to look away, but I know what he’s like. He might be the oldest here, the most mature, but I see him faltering. Even though his head is turned away, his eyes are on the prize.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Ash says. “And I apologize. That’s my fault. We should have kept you on the water.”

“Ugh! You guys are more boring than I thought. Do you think I came all the way out here to be told what to do? You should take care of me.” The finger between her legs starts to move. “I want you to be gentlemen and help me out.”

I frown, thinking about what she said about regret.

Sometimes, you think that you’ll regret something, only for it to be the best decision you’ve ever made.

Take Venom Vultures MC for example. I was on the fence at first. I really didn’t think the outlaw life was for me.

For Ash and Ryder, it was different—aggression has always been built into them.

It’s why they were always at each other’s throats several times a day when we were growing up.

Me on the other hand? Music has always been my forte.

When I was offered to DJ at one of the most esteemed clubs on the Vegas strip, I knew it was my life’s calling…

until the industry betrayed me and asked me to headline for shady events.

It took me a year to realize that Vegas nightclubs are not what they seem, full of conniving businessmen with their own illegal agendas.

The music wasn’t to make people feel good.

It was all a mask. All part of the glitz and glam cover-up.

I thought I would regret leaving, that the clubs would be the furthest I would ever get with my music, but I was wrong. I joined Venom Vultures MC six months ago and haven’t felt a pinch of regret.

I look at Lacey now and hope that she will feel the same way about me.

She’s a fucking godsend. Every time I look at her flushed face, my dick gets that little bit harder.

Maybe it’s the thrill of it all—she’s an outsider and not supposed to be here.

I’m glad Ryder hasn’t sent her out. I could look at this woman’s face all night and not get bored.

I watch her, wondering how those angular features would react to me on top of her.

Those dark brows scrunched up. Lips parted in ecstasy as she gasps my name.

The flush on her face is getting even more prominent, finger disappearing even deeper inside of her panties.

“Maybe you could use a hand,” I say, trailing mine up her thigh. When she doesn’t push it away, I tease it up between her thighs and bend a finger inward, catching her pussy.

She gasps.

Ash looks pissed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What?” I say. “This is what you want, isn’t it, darling?”

Lacey nods, breathless.

“Not in public,” Ash insists.

“Yes, in public,” I argue, circling my finger over her clit.

She moans.

Ash throws me daggers. He can be pissed off all he wants. I got here first. “Snooze you lose. Now that I got here first, you two losers can watch as I claim her.”

Lacey throws her head back against the bar, chest heaving to the shallow rhythm of her breathing.

“You’re so wet, darling,” I tell her.

“Entitled son of a bitch.” Ryder shoves me away, replacing my hand with his. He grabs her mound and she starts grinding up against him, moaning.

Ash watches the events unfold, his jaw the tightest I’ve ever seen it.

“You don’t get to fucking touch her,” I hiss, tackling his hand. “I’ve had enough of you tonight, stealing my girls.”

“You know,” Lacey says, trying to catch her breath. “Three is always better than one.” Her dark eyes catch all of us, flicking between each of our faces. “I don’t want one of you. I want you all .”

My balls tense. Fuck. It’s not the first time I’ve heard a girl ask for all three of us. It’s just never caught my attention before now. By nature, we are all possessive, each wanting to claim a girl for ourselves. Group play is popular here at the clubhouse. For some, things work out well.

But I don’t want the girl I like screaming out my brother’s name. I want her screaming my name. I know I can vouch for the other two when I say this.

Something is different about tonight, though.

I see the tension building between Lacey’s brows, the droplets of sweat trickling down her face.

I feel a primal urge to make her come, regardless of who else is involved.

A girl as beautiful as her deserves pleasure.

She also deserves a good time. Her day has been rough.

The least we can do for her is put out differences aside, just for tonight, and give her what she wants.

“Sweetheart, we should take you somewhere more private,” Ash says.

“No,” she huffs. “Right here is fine.”

Ash frowns.

“Come on! You bikers are supposed to be trouble. Make me regret this. I want to wake up tomorrow so pissed that I don’t even have space in my mind to think about Tristan.”

Huh. That must be the ex. Shitty name for a shitty man.

Ash eyes Ryder, and then me. We must all have the same idea—one night focusing on her pleasure, not ours.

Let’s cheer this blushing bride up.

Ash closes in, bringing his chair closer so we’re all surrounding her. I bring my finger back to her clit, lightly drawing circles over it. While I do that, Ryder inserts his hands under her corset, tweaking her nipples.

Lacey cries, bringing attention to the scene. I don’t know how I feel about other men turning around to watch Lacey get aroused, but she certainly doesn’t mind.

If anything, it only fuels her desire more. She bucks her hips, spreads her legs to invite Ryder’s hands in too.

It’s late enough in the night for people to not give a fuck. The lights are low and everyone’s too drunk. Nobody else cares, so we shouldn’t either.

“God, darling, you are soaked,” I say.

“How does that make you feel?” Her hand reaches out to grab my cock through my pants. “Hard. You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“All three of us want to fuck you, sweetheart, but tonight is about you.” I insert a finger inside of her wet pussy and curl it, her breath hitching even more. Her eyelids slam shut, a layer of sweat shining on her face. “You guys are old enough to be my papa.”

“Is that a problem?” I whisper in her ear.

She shakes her head. “No problem.”

Ryder inserts a finger inside her pussy too. Together, we pump in and out of her, focused on her orgasm.

“Her walls are trembling,” I say.

“Yeah.” Ryder looks up at her. “She’s close.”

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” Ash asks.

“No.” Lacey arches her back, rubbing herself up against our hands. “Come on. Less talk. More regret.”

Ash grabs her breasts while Ryder and I focus on pleasuring her pussy. It’s fucking torture, keeping my cock in my pants. It’s bad enough that she wraps her hand around it, stroking the tip through my pants to cause me even more pain.

“You’re gonna have to stop that, darling.”

“You’re all so big.”

Fuck, she keeps moving her hands between all three of us, touching each of our groins.

I withdraw my finger from inside of her and let Ryder take over so I can focus on rubbing her clit. Her entire body starts to tremble, cheeks flushed, legs shaking. Her cries grow in volume, eyes closed as she focuses on her impending climax.

I groan. “Fuck, you feel so tight, sweetheart.”

She cries out, body slamming back into the chair. It tips, the back catching against the bar. She doesn’t even notice, though, too busy riding the waves of her orgasm. When she comes down, she parts her pretty lips to draw oxygen back into her body.

My own thumping heart starts to slow down, resuming its original tempo. The music resumes. Some of the bikers give us looks, eyes looking straight at Lacey.

An urge comes over me to bring the skirts of her dress back down, covering her. It’s not in my blood to get territorial, but anger rushes through me when I notice that other men are looking at her.

I know Lacey only came here for gas, but I’m not prepared to refuel her car. Not yet.

Not while I’m still hungry.