Page 9 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

Lacey challenges him with her eyes, nose tipping into the air. “Okay.” She whips around, slings the cloth over her shoulder, and gets back to work. “Ash, are we gonna continue with training, or not?”

Feisty girl. She’s an only child if I’ve ever seen one, not giving in until she gets what she wants.

I shoo the other two away and compose myself, sending signals down to my cock that it’s never going to happen.

Unless…

No.

“Alright. Spirits.” I head over to the shelving unit. “I know things get pretty intense here, but I still make sure to accurately measure out shots. We’re on a budget.”

Lacey frowns at me. “How do I do that?”

“You really don’t know anything about bartending, do you?”

She gives me a cold look and slumps her shoulders. “ Niente .”

My cock clearly didn’t get the message before, twitching once again in her presence. Not like I blame it. My cock isn’t the only body part quivering when she says something in her native language.

Every bone in my body wants her.

“I never really had a job, before college.”

“Really? Not even when you were about to get married?”

She stares at me blankly for a moment, then shakes her head.

“No. I finished school and went straight into college. I’ve always been lucky enough to focus on academics, never needing part-time work.

I have generational wealth back home in Sicily—that’s where I’m from originally.

All of my student debts were taken care of and…

” The sentence fades away on her tongue, her stare deepening.

“Never mind.” She shakes it off. “You don’t care about backstories. ”

She’s right—I don’t. But I’m invested in Lacey, therefore I’m invested in anything that comes out of her mouth…because it’s her mouth.

And oh, what a mouth she has.

To have her sucking on my cock, her offer just might be worth it…

“No. I’m interested,” I say. “Please, keep going.”

“No,” she says, shutting it down. “It doesn’t matter. Tell me about the spirits.”

Which ones? My own personal demons telling me to say fuck it regarding her request, just to get a turn inside of her, or the actual drinks?

“Okay.” I walk over to the shelving unit and take down a bottle of tequila. “But before we start, let me get you a glass of something. Tequila on the rocks, right?”

Try and get her drunk again, why don’t you?

“Uh, is that a good idea?” she asks.

“You’re allowed to drink on the job. It’s preferred, actually. Everybody else is having a blast. You might as well too. And don’t worry,” I say, unscrewing the cap. “It’s free for the bartenders.”

“Who are the other bartenders?”

“Just myself, Ryder, and Saint. Well, it’s mainly me, but if things get busy I invite them to help now and again.”

“That sounds like a good arrangement…the four of us.”

Lacey, butt naked.

Lacey, bent over the bar screaming my name.

Lacey, bent over the bar—same position—also screaming my brothers’ names.

“Now that I have you, I shouldn’t be needing their assistance anymore.”

She nods, understanding where I’m coming from, taking a drink when I pour it out for her.

“I should warn you—Friday night is a big one for us. Friday and Saturday are the two nights of the week where bikers actually return from work and don’t conk out on the bar stools. I expect things to be busy, so if you need any assistance, make sure to give me a shout.”

“Or, you could just invite Ryder and Saint to help out.”

Lord give me strength…

I didn’t expect Lacey to be so good at this so fast. She has proven to be a star.

The main room is busy tonight. The woman is here, there, and everywhere like a seasoned bartender, pouring liquor with one hand, beer with the other.

Everything is shaping up nicely. From a business point of view, everything is going swimmingly. The cash register is oozing money, so much that I’m having to flatten the notes every time I open the drawer to keep everything in.

Of course, it’s all because of our little Italian delight.

Everybody wants to speak to her.

And I mean everybody. Men are lining up at the bar waiting for their turn to make her smile. It’s all an act, the wide grins and singsong laughter…

At least, I fucking hope it’s all an act.

“I suppose we can’t be too pissed,” Ryder says through gritted teeth. The pair of us are standing by the door like a pair of sulking idiots. “At least I no longer need to grill Saint about the cigarettes.”

“This isn’t anything to do with the cigarettes,” I say. I can’t bear to look at Ryder right now, but I also can’t bear to look at the rest of the club members.

Club members who are supposed to be on our side.

Not against us.

“Look at them, all waiting for their turn,” I grit out.

“She’s welcoming the attention too. Laughing at their unlaughable jokes.

Brushing her hand against theirs longer than she needs to.

” I stall when I see her cast both of us a glare.

She’s handing over a drink to the sergeant-at-arms. Making a damn show of it too.

“She’s teasing us,” Ryder says.

“Yeah. State the obvious, why don’t you?”

“She wants us to cave.”

I won’t be doing that anytime soon, but I will say—watching her entertain every single Venom Vultures member is making me hate my brothers a lot less, seeing as we’re now in the same position.

“She’s a conniving little devil,” I say, watching her closely. “I think she could use a reminder of who’s the boss around here.”

Ryder watches with me. “She could make us millionaires, you know.”

“Yeah, at our expense.”

Ryder turns to me. “You hate it even more than I do.”

“I employed her to pour drinks and take the cash, not to ogle every plain-faced bastard that places an order.”

“We knew this was going to happen.”

“Yeah, but she’s fucking entertaining them. Look.” I point a finger to show Ryder exactly what I mean.

Lacey is leaned over the bar, exposing way too much of her chest, making intense eye contact with another member as she takes his order.

It’s fucking unnecessary.

She twirls her hair too, reaching over to grab the man’s hand in an overly flirtatious way that has my skin scorching off the bone.

The men look at her like she’s already naked in front of them. Like they’ve laid eyes on the best meal of their life and can’t wait to tuck in. There might as well be an imaginary knife and fork laid out in front of them. They look at her like they’re starving.

“It’s not fucking fair. This wish was supposed to be granted for me,” Ryder says. “I ordered Miss International-Passport-Holder, not them.”

Lacey extends her gaze over to Saint in the DJ booth.

He might as well be over here with us. I’m almost certain the same song has been repeating now for at least ten minutes…

not like I’ve been paying any attention.

He stands at the booth in a state of hypnosis, hands frozen over decks I don’t think he knows how to work anymore.

Then, Lacey looks over at Ryder and me again, issuing us the same, cunning look as she strokes her finger over an unknown knuckle laid across the bar.

The skin on my own knuckles are about to be hanging from the bone, after the punch I give to this bastard.

I lunge forward, but Ryder grabs my cut and tugs me back.

“I’m not fucking standing here, letting every man and his dog think they have a chance with her.” I shove him off. “Let go of me.”

“I’m not standing for it either, but let’s not forget that Venom Vultures is all we have.

If we go against our own, I’m sure Grizzly will recruit another trio to cover entertainment…

and then what? Lacey gets to know those new soul-sucking bastards instead of us?

” Ryder hardens his jaw. “This is what she wants. She’s fucking taunting us.

She can’t stand it when somebody tells her no.

” He casts his eyes out to her. “Look at her. A face like that never gets told no.”

I clench my hands into fists at my side.

In spite of all this, my cock is still throbbing, balls in so much pain that I feel like they’re about to combust. She’s killing me.

Literally. I don’t know why she was so shocked when we brought up murder.

The woman is a fucking succubus sent from hell to commit darker acts than us.

She doesn’t get to toy with a man’s libido like this.

“I don’t know about you,” Saint says, joining us. “But it’s making me more tempted to give her what she wants.”

Ryder shoots our younger brother the side-eye.

“I’m serious. At least that way, we all get her. I’d rather it be the two of you I’m sharing her with instead of these jackasses. What’s the difference? We all own a piece of this business, so who’s to say we can’t own a piece of her?”

Ryder is raging. “ What’s the difference? ” he growls. “The difference is that I’m not sticking my cock in something if my brother was their first.”

“Jesus.” Saint rolls his eyes. “Then go first, I don’t care. Face it, at one time or another, we’ve all fucked the same girl. Maybe not all in the same evening, all in the same room at once, but I’m telling you, it’s happened.”

“Way to advertise, Saint,” I grunt.

“We really don’t have time to be arguing about this.

” Saint fists his hands. “Fucking look at her, ’cause everyone with a cock in here is.

The woman has options coming out of her ears.

If we don’t claim her, she’ll move on to other men.

” Is that disappointment on Saint’s face?

“I say we strike while the iron is still hot.”

I tense my jaw and look away as the anger courses through me. It’s taking everything inside of me to keep calm about this, to ignore the boiling temperature of my blood and refrain from knocking a few bodies unconscious.

Ryder is right. I can’t screw this up.

Saint is also right—we don’t have forever to make up our minds.

Trouble is, I share fucking everything with my brothers. I share the business, the roof under which we sleep; I even share my fucking grievances. Can’t God just give me one good thing to enjoy myself?