Page 10 of Vegas Daddies

I focus on two very important tasks. The first—keeping the bike stabilized, and the second—touching Alice’s breast. “It’s good. Very good.”

She moans. Rolls back her head.

I adjust the side-view mirror to check out what Brander’s doing to her pussy. Thumb circling her clit. I know it just from the hand motion beneath her skirt.

Her body rolling back, I ease off the gas and return both hands to the handles.

A disappointed whimper escapes her lips.

Brander’s hand materializes from under her skirt.

The only stimulation she’s getting is from Match now.

Her head pops back up, and a frown dents the skin between her sweet brows. “Why stop?”

“You deserve better than to be out on the open road getting pleasured,” I say. “Brander’s house isn’t far. Maybe all four of us can go there.” I side-eye Brander and he gives me a firm nod. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart? If not, the city isn’t far away. We can get you back to your friends.”

“Brander’s,” she says without a moment’s hesitation. “Please.”

“Okay.”

I rev the engine and the Harley quickly gains speed. “Hold on tight.”

Her arms return to my waist, but it’s not long before she’s dipping lower. Caressing the situation beneath the belt.

My balls have never ached like this before. I’ve half a mind to stop the vehicle and bend her over the bike—I bet her pussy shines nice and wet in the moonlight.

But she deserves a bed.

To be laid down and worshiped for the angel she is.

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MATCH

The bike brings allthe baddies.

And Alice is the baddest.

Her behind is something that should be taken seriously.

Veryseriously.

At thirty-five years old, I’ve stumbled across many attractive women in my time, but none have topped Alice. She’s the perfect balance of innocent and daring. Both salty and sweet. Life is all about balance. Harmony.

And she is the epitome.

I curl my hand around her lower back and guide her into Brander’s house. “His place can sometimes be, now how do I put this? Overwhelming, to some.”

“Overwhelming?”

I guide her in through the door. Blonde hair falls thick over her shoulders. The wind really is nature’s best blowout. “Yeah. But don’t worry.”

Brander isn’t like most individuals. Fourteen years ago, seven years before I joined the Venom Vultures, he apparently rocked up to the clubhouse on initiation night with a Takeshi Saji knife. That wasbeforehe got his hands on a hot iron rod and started threatening any enemies that way.

Anyway. A Takeshi was the first weapon he was ever threatened with on the street. Homeless and just eighteen at the time, his defense abilities were little to none, so I don’t blame him for framing an impressive collection of the weapons in his sitting room after he managed to snatch the Takeshi from his attacker unscathed. It’s the moment he made it, I suppose. The moment he realized that the outlaw life was for him.

Alice looks at the neatly arranged knives atop the cabinet and says, “Oh?”

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