Dixie Lynn Dwyer
The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 4: Double Infiltration
It’s a double infiltration for Juliet Saville—her heart and her body. Carl and Richie Parker want it all, and no psycho billionaire and killer partner will stand in the way. Carl and Richie are trained soldiers who intend to follow their hearts.
As Juliet reveals her past, she admits to being a witness to murders and blackmail. The ones who are after her have killed, stolen, and destroyed innocent lives. She fears Pierce and his right-hand man Robert, for she has seen them do the unthinkable and get away with it.
It will take some skillful, highly intelligent warriors to enforce the law and bring Juliet home safely. As they underestimate the capabilities of their enemies, it nearly costs Carl and Richie their lover. But quick thinking immediately thrusts them into soldier mode and sends them straight into the path of the killers—as they are Juliet’s only hope of survival.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length:
36,939 words
Dixie Lynn Dwyer
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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THE SINFUL 7 OF DELITE, TEXAS 4: DOUBLE INFILTRATION
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THE SINFUL 7 OF DELITE, TEXAS 4: DOUBLE INFILTRATION
DIXIE LYNN DWYER
Copyright © 2013
Ava, Susanna, Juliet, Paula, Elise, Sally, and Alexa gathered around the front bar before Dixie Chix opened for another wild Saturday night.
“Okay, ladies, are we set and ready?” Susanna asked. The women cheered and smiled, nodding their heads and all seemingly feeling the excitement of the night. Billy, the leader of the house band, Cowboy Up, was testing the mic.
“On three. One, two, three.”
“Dixie Chix!” they all cheered with their hands touching in the center of the circle.
“Whoo hoo, let’s have a great night,” Ava stated, and the women parted and went to their stations.
Juliet Saville straightened out her short black skirt and adjusted the tank top she wore that had the words
Dixie Chix
in sequins across the bust. She had a nice figure, and she didn’t mind flaunting it a little as she ran the main bar. She was a different person when she was behind the large mahogany bar. She was in charge of four other staff that assisted in running the main bar at Dixie Chix. Juliet pulled her long red hair into a ponytail at the side of her shoulder. She stared into the mirror at the bar to make sure that her tank top wasn’t too low when she bent down to wash mugs or glasses or when she served the drinks. London, one of the other barmaids, was feeling a little under the weather, so Juliet was going to have to do some floor work tonight. There was a set of five booths along the back side of the main bar set aside for special guests or reserved seating. Tonight, all five booths were reserved.
“Hi, Juliet. I’m sorry I feel like shit tonight. I don’t know how long I’ll last. This sucks,” London complained as she pulled her long black hair into a ponytail. She really didn’t look as sick as she sounded. London’s voice sounded terrible. She was hoarse, and she kept swallowing when she spoke as if her throat really hurt.
Juliet sure didn’t want to get sick.
“Hey. If you really feel that crappy, just go home. Don’t even bother working. I can’t exactly have you serving drinks if you’re really this sick. Go call the doctor and see if he’ll see you now,” Juliet suggested as Tye and Clifford, two other bartenders, joined the conversation.
“Yeah, London, we sure don’t want to lose any hours here by getting what you got. Just go home and rest. You’ll feel better after the weekend,” Tye offered as he touched her shoulder.
“I feel really bad. Are you sure, Juliet?”
“I’m positive. Go buy some chicken soup and head home and go to bed. You’ll feel a lot better.”
“Thanks, guys,” London stated then walked out from behind the bar and headed across the dance floor.
Juliet could see the crowds beginning to form. She smiled as Clifford tugged her ponytail. He was five feet seven, very good looking, and muscular. He was a total flirt with the ladies, and he knew it. He flirted with her constantly and teased her about being a little pixie because she was so much shorter.
“This is a sexy look for you, boss,” he teased. She eyed his very tight-fitting black Dixie Chix shirt and the way the ridges of his muscles pushed against the fabric. The short sleeves were rolled up as high as they could go to show off his muscles. He was hot. She laughed as she folded her arms in front of her chest.
“Don’t you own any looser-fitting T-shirts?” she teased as he looked her breasts over with his eyes.
“The ladies like it, and I need some good tips. I’m trying to save for that fishing trip, remember?”
She uncrossed her arms and began to get the bar ready alongside Clifford.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Well I think you’ll get a lot of tips as usual, Clifford. The ladies like the tight-fitting shirts and bulging muscles.”
He flexed for her and smiled.
“How about you, Juliet? Do you like them?” he asked in his usual manner. It wasn’t like they flirted a lot. They just did it to pass the time, and it meant nothing.
“Why, Clifford, are you hitting on the boss again?” Tye chimed in, and Juliet laughed as Clifford gave Tye a dirty look.
“Hey, watch it, Tye. If Juliet ever decides to date an employee, I want to be first on her list,” Clifford teased, and Juliet felt her cheeks warm. She hit him in the arm with a rag.
“Cool it and get back to work. It’s going to be a crazy night.”
He saluted her and so did Tye. Juliet laughed.
“Hey, Juliet, Turner wants you to wait on him,” Sienna stated as she joined their conversation. They all turned to look, and Juliet swallowed hard. Turner was a very big, very mean-looking cowboy. He had issues, he liked to cause fights, and he had a bit of a sarcastic personality. It got under a lot of people’s skin, but Juliet knew it was his way of hiding his sadness. One night while he was drunk, he had confided in her that he lost a lot of friends in the war and the one woman he truly loved. She had tried to console him, and when she touched his arm, he flinched and abruptly returned to his nasty self. But since that night, he continued to come to the bar every Saturday and drink his sorrows away.
“I’ll take care of him.”
Juliet made her way over toward Turner, and the moment she said hello he was courteous and respectful. But she knew that after some beer and shots, this wouldn’t be the case any longer.
He eyed her over, and he took a deep breath.
“You look different,” he scolded as she filled a beer from the tap and placed it on the coaster in front of him.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I did anything different. How are you?” she asked him.
“Fine. Come here. Come closer,” he barked, and she cautiously leaned closer to the bar. He reached for her hair and tugged the pony on the side.
“Nice.” He leaned back, pulled the mug of beer off the coaster, and took a sip as he glanced around the room. He didn’t look back at her or say another word. Juliet shook her head. As long as he wasn’t drunk or causing trouble she really didn’t mind him one bit at all.
* * * *
“If one more fucking guy tugs on her hair, I’m going to lose it,” Carl stated as he stood next to his brother, Richie, in the security room.
“I know. It’s fucking killing me. Look what she’s wearing. I’m thinking of taking up Susanna’s suggestion of patrolling the floors tonight and not waiting until next week,” Richie stated.
“I know what you mean. I wish she would respond to us. I mean I’ve tried having simple conversations with her and she gets all panicky then finds an excuse to disappear,” Carl complained.
“Tell me about it. Maybe it’s our size that really intimidates her. We are well over six feet and I’m sure she’s heard rumors about our experiences,” Richie replied as he ran his fingers through his crew-cut hair. He reached back, crossing his arms behind his head as he stared at Juliet’s image on the surveillance monitor.