Page 12 of Vegas Daddies

When she’s out of the room, Lifesaver sits forward. “She’s only been with one man. I think it’s about time she’s shown a good time.”

“We’re not having sex with her.” Brander remains focused on his glass.

He poses a good point. Sleeping with her might complicate things, and life in the Venom Vultures has always been easy for me. Straightforward and uncomplicated. The last time I fell for a woman, I escaped to the other side of the country. I can’t leave—Venom Vultures is my home. Besides, the last thing Alice deserves is another abandonment.

But to her, this is probably all simple…

A rebound, nothing more.

I furl my lip.

“What do you think, Match?” Lifesaver asks me.

“Brander is right?—”

“GUYS?”

We all glare at one another before speaking. “YEAH?”

Footsteps bang down the stairs. Two seconds later?—

“I can’t get this stupid dress off. Can one of you please help?”

It’s halfway down her chest, her cleavage spilling out the top. Fuck’s sake. Just what I need. My cock twitches. Her breasts are so firm. Swollen too. I wager her nipples are a blushed pink like her lips, and her p?—

“I’m not naked underneath, don’t worry.”

I am, slightly.

“Although…this dress,” she says, eyes glowing in the soft light, “doesn’t require a bra.”

I shoot to my feet and locate the zipper. Then I pause. Now what?

Lifesaver folds his arms over his chest. Brander just sits there.

“Um.” I swallow thick and try to forget about my already rock-hard cock. This isn’t normal. To be this hard for a woman before she’s even had time to undress. This isn’t like me.

This woman isn’t a club whore.

This woman isAlice,and something about her stops the world from spinning. I can’t figure out what it is yet, but I will. In time.

IfI can control myself to move slow enough.

If weallcan.

She sticks out her ass and shakes it against my bulge.

Then she’s twirling around, blonde hair like a halo around her head…

And palming my cock through my leather pants.

“Gotcha!” She bites her lip and anticipates my response, her eyes eager. She’s not intoxicated, although I suppose the fifty-year-old distilled whisky has probably worked its way through her system a little.

Lifesaver rises from his seat. “Sweetheart, you’re not in the right headspace. Perhaps Brander can pour you a hot tea and we can get you into bed.”

She rolls her eyes. Tuts. “You guys were supposed to be taking me for the ride of my life.”

“Was that not exhilarating enough for you?”

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