Monroe, Marla - Brandy's Bikers [The Dirty Dozen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

She hadn’t used the back door since, and for over a year, she’d driven back and forth to work or let Hal take her home. When Hal had become too friendly, she’d started walking again, but only walked out the front where all the light was. There were plenty of lights down her street, or she wouldn’t have walked at all.

Nothing had happened since then until Jim had attacked her that night. She would be taking her car from now on. Screw saving gas. It wasn’t that far a drive. She could afford a few cents in gas to be safe.

None of this helped her decide what to do about the two bikers who were taking her out the next night, though. She had said yes. She could always change her mind, but that went against her sense of right and wrong. She had agreed, and they’d saved her from Jim. She owed it to them to go through with it. The fact was, she wanted to go out with them. What if they wanted to have sex afterward? She was no closer to the answer on how to handle that than she had been in the first place.

Brandy sighed and walked into her bedroom to get ready for bed. She would sleep on it, and maybe she would know how to handle them in the morning.

Unless you have another dream like last night. Then you might just jump their bones.

Not hardly. She wasn’t going to throw herself at them for sure. She pulled off her clothes and turned on the shower. The water felt wonderful on her tired, achy muscles. She needed to soak her feet but was too tired to wait to do that. Instead, she began washing and slowly ended up rubbing her aching nipples with the rough bath cloth. They peaked and ached to be sucked. She drew one up to her mouth and nipped at it, then drew it into her mouth and sucked. She slid her other hand down to her pussy and began sliding two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Her juices began to seep down her leg to be washed away by the shower.

It didn’t take long for her clit to become engorged with need. She rubbed gently over it a few times, but stopped short of bringing herself to climax. She wanted it to last. Somewhere in all of it, her mind focused on Kyle and West. She imagined them sucking her breasts at the same time, nipping her nipples before sucking them hard into their mouths.

Brandy groaned at the thought of them licking her pussy. She wanted to feel their mouths on her at the same time. Would they do that? Would they both suck at her wet juices, or would they be too shy with each other? Where had this vixen come from? She finally couldn’t stand it any longer, and twisted her nipple at the same time she pressed hard against her clit. She climaxed, nearly falling in the shower. She slid down the wall as she continued to ride her orgasm, still gripping her nipple and her clit until the pleasure turned uncomfortable.

What was going on with her? She could count on her hand how often she had masturbated in the last month. Even the sex toys she’d bought hadn’t done it for her. Now all of a sudden she was coming twice in one week. Maybe those bikers were good for her. Maybe she should consider having sex with them after all.

Chapter Four

Kyle and West worked hard the next day at the construction site. The workers already there weren’t pleased at having the help for some reason. There was a bonus for them if they finished the job ahead of schedule, and right now, they were behind. Kyle kept having to double-check things because if he left something for even a second to get more supplies, whatever he was working on was screwed up when he got back.

At lunch break, they all converged and talked about it. It seemed like they were all having the same problem. They didn’t know whether to go to the foreman over the job site or not because they didn’t know if he was a part of it. Was it because they were bikers, or just that they were called in to help?

“If someone screws up my wall again, I’m liable to bust some heads,” Shane complained.

“No violence.” Cole laid down the law. “We want to keep working for this company, so we work around it. I say we work in teams from now on. It will slow us down, but double-doing things is doing that already.”

Everyone mumbled but paired up and got back to work. There were no more problems with their work after that, but Kyle wasn’t holding his breath. Something was going on, and it hadn’t just stopped because they had put a stop to one set of screwups. Whoever was at the bottom of it would find another way to sabotage the work.

They called it a day at five and loaded up the tools in the toolshed before climbing on their bikes and heading to the hotel. Kyle and West planned to shower, then go pick Brandy up at seven. He was actually a little nervous about it. Had she come up with a reason she couldn’t go? Would she do that?

“Hurry up in the shower, man. We don’t have a lot of time.”

West sounded nervous, too. He laughed to himself. Two grown bikers nervous about taking a lady on a date. Cole and the others would crack a nut laughing at them. He jumped in the shower and out again in record time. He hadn’t even dried off before West was in the shower cussing the cooler water.

They were both dressed and ready by six forty. It gave them a few minutes to relax, as if they would. Kyle looked over at where West was pacing. The only reason he wasn’t, too, was because the room wasn’t big enough for both of them to do it. He realized he was tapping his knee instead. He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Man, we need a drink,” Kyle said.

“No way I’m drinking with her on the back.” West looked appalled.

“I wasn’t suggesting we get one, only that we needed one to calm us down. I’ve never been this antsy before about taking a woman out. What in the hell is wrong with us?”

“She’s important. She’s not just some chick we’re going to screw, and then move on to the next town.”

Leave it to West to nail it. Kyle sighed and checked his watch again. Five minutes. Fuck it. They could go and be a little early. She might invite them in to wait on her.

“Let’s go. I’m tired of waiting around.”

“Hell yeah.” West opened the door and was on his bike before Kyle even got out the door.

They pulled up outside Brandy’s house with two minutes on the clock. They dismounted and climbed the steps to the front porch. Kyle knocked, and they waited. He worried there for a minute that she wasn’t home. Then the door opened with the chain on it. She gave them a tentative smile and closed the door. He heard the chain scrape, and then she opened the door enough to walk through it.

She had on a pair of jeans that fit her perfectly. They weren’t skintight, nor were they loose. She wore a waist-length blouse of navy blue, with a ruffled neckline, and ruffles that flowed down her arms. He thought she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

West smiled at her, then leaned in and unfastened her hair. Kyle cringed inside. What would she do?

“Sorry, but you can’t wear a ponytail with a helmet,” he said.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. Sorry.” She bit her bottom lip.

Kyle’s dick went from hard as a rock to man of steel in less than a second.

“You look great,” Kyle finally managed to get out. “Are you ready?”

“Let me lock the door.” She pulled out a single key from her jeans and locked up before slipping it back into her pocket.

“You’re riding there with me,” West told her, and held out his hand.

She hesitated for a split second, then nodded and took his hand. He led her to his bike.

“Have you ever ridden a bike before?”

“No.”

West explained where to put her feet and how to climb on. He put her helmet on her and fastened the chin strap. Then he got on and cranked it before looking back at her and nodded for her to climb up. She walked closer and put her hands on his shoulder as she climbed on back. Then she lightly held on to his hips.

Kyle walked over and took her hands and wrapped them around West’s waist.

“You need to hold on, because you could easily fall off. Starts and stops can be dangerous if you’re not holding on tight. You won’t hurt him.”

“Okay.” Her eyes were as round as saucers.

Kyle climbed on and cranked his bike. They pulled out and rode toward the highway. He wondered what it felt like to have her plastered to his back like she was against West right then. He’d get his turn on the way back. Right then, he needed to concentrate on riding, and not daydreaming about breasts pressing against his back.

* * * *

Brandy was terrified at first, but as they rode, she loosened up some and enjoyed the ride. West didn’t speed or weave in and out on the road. She had to admit that having her hands wrapped around his waist like she did was exciting. She could feel how ripped he was. Tight, hard muscles beneath her hands moved when he moved. She could feel him breathe, and enjoyed the feel of his hard back against her breasts. She thought about how it would feel without clothes and nearly lost her hold of him. He quickly grasped her hands and held on to her.

“You okay back there?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just forgot to hold on for a second.”

“Be careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he called back.

She smiled to herself. They both seemed so nice. Maybe she was just stereotyping them because of her experience. Still, she needed to be on her guard. They could just be buttering her up.

Yeah, and you know you want more than a peck on the cheek after the night is over.

But she didn’t have to dive into bed with them, either. Maybe they wouldn’t even want to go to bed with her. They might decide after dinner that they really weren’t interested. She knew that had to be a total laugh. What man wouldn’t be interested in sex? It was about all they thought about. Even
Cosmo
said that.

They pulled into the steak house parking lot, and the men parked under a light. As soon as West cut the engine, she swung her leg off and nearly stumbled getting down. Kyle was just there holding her steady.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Hope you’re hungry,” West said as he took her hand in his and led her toward the building.

“Starved, actually. I’ve been doing housework all day.”

They walked in and were taken to a table near the center of the room. She’d kind of hoped for one out of the way, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She felt self-conscious about being with two men eating out. Sitting in the middle of the room only made her more nervous.

“See anything you’re interested in?” Kyle asked.

“It all looks good. I’m thinking about the porterhouse,” West said.

“I’ll have a rib eye, I think. The small one. I won’t be able to eat it and the baked potato as it is.” Brandy hoped she would be able to do it justice once it came. She was starved, but she was also so nervous her stomach was doing flip-flops with frogs leaping around in the bottom.

“Sounds good.”

The waitress arrived and took their orders, then returned in a few seconds with their drinks. Both men ordered the porterhouse steaks medium rare, with potatoes. She ordered hers medium, with a potato as well.

Once the waitress had left, she wondered what to do next. She hadn’t been on a date in years. They’d never turned out well, so she had quit even trying. There just weren’t that many men in Sunset worth dating.

“How long have you lived in Sunset?” Kyle asked.

“About five years. Seems like longer sometimes.”

“Where were you before that?” West was next.

“Memphis, Tennessee.” She looked at them and asked, “What about you two? Where are you all from?”

“I’m originally from Montana,” Kyle told her.

“I’m from Texas. That’s where we both live now when we’re not on the road, working.” West took a drink of his tea.

“Ever been to Texas?” Kyle seemed to watching her closely for some reason.