Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Bodyguards [The Dirty Dozen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

Briana took her Diet Coke to the bathroom where she ran a bath and lit a candle. She needed a nice, relaxing bath for a change. She didn’t have class or work tomorrow. She could sleep in some and work on her schoolwork. She had some chores to do, but nothing that would take all day.

Once the water was like she wanted it, Briana stripped and, after putting up her hair, climbed in the tub. Her breast had ugly purple bruises on it and was tender to touch. She quickly bathed then just leaned back and relaxed against the back of the tub. The warm water was soothing to her aching legs and feet. Standing on the hard concrete floor for five hours tended to leave her feet sore and her legs tired.

She closed her eyes, and immediately visions of the two men popped into her mind’s eye. They were both handsome in a darkly rugged way. Those gray eyes seemed to melt her bones when they looked at her. She would love to get to know them if things were different. She sighed. Things would never be right for her to spend time with two bikers. She had school, and when school was over she would be moving to
Dallas
to find a job.

Dillon was the talkative one. Gavin didn’t say much. He seemed so much more intense than his brother. They had to be brothers, though they hadn’t said they were. They looked so much alike they could be twins. She could almost imagine being with both of them at one time. The naughty thought had her breasts tingling and her pussy tightening. If she hadn’t been so tired, she might have pleasured herself. As it was, she was going to fall asleep in the tub if she didn’t get out.

Briana climbed out and dried off. She did something she didn’t normally do. She climbed into bed naked to sleep. The feel of the cotton sheets against her skin was relaxing, and again she felt naughty. It only took the attention of two bikers to have her acting out of character and sleeping nude. God only knew what she would do if one of them kissed her.

With that thought, she fell asleep and dreamed of the two bikers.

Chapter Three

The next day, Briana had gotten up at eight despite planning to sleep in for a change. She hurried through her chores, then worked on her project that was due the next day. By one that afternoon, she was through and hungry. She hadn’t eaten breakfast, and now it was after lunch. She was leaning inside the fridge when someone knocked on her door. She frowned and closed the refrigerator door. Who would be knocking on her door on a Sunday?

She pulled aside the curtain to the window next to the door and saw the two men from the night before. She froze staring at them. What were they doing there? She jerked the curtain back in place and wiped her hands over her face. They would know she was there because her car was in the drive.

She argued with herself for several seconds before she gave in and opened the door as far as the chain would allow.

“Hey Briana. How are you?” Dillon asked.

“Um, hi. I’m fine. Uh, what are you doing here?” she finally managed to get out.

“We hoped you would go bike riding with us,” he said.

She swallowed and slowly closed the door. Then she removed the chain, hoping she wasn’t going to regret trusting them. She opened the door again.

“I was going to fix a peanut-butter sandwich, would you like one?” she asked.

“No thanks, but we’ll take you to get something else if you’ll come ride with us.” Gavin spoke this time.

“I guess so.”

“You’ll need to change to jeans, though.” Dillon said, looking at her legs.

“Oh, yeah, Um, come on in and make yourselves at home while I change clothes.” She backed up a step and opened the door the rest of the way.

Dillon and Gavin walked inside and closed the door behind them. They walked toward her living area that was open to her little kitchen.

“Go on and change. We’ll wait here for you,” Dillon told her.

Briana hurried to change into jeans and a longer T-shirt. The one she had been wearing had holes in it and was a little bit short on her so it showed off too much of her belly to be going anywhere. She changed her tennis shoes to a pair of ankle boots she had as well. When she walked out of her bedroom, the men were standing by her bar waiting on her.

“You look nice,” Dillon said with a smile.

“Thanks.” She smiled back.

“Let’s get going.” Gavin walked over to the door and opened it.

Briana grabbed her keys on the way by the bar and stuffed them in her front pocket. She had added five dollars in her back pocket in case she needed to get a bus ride back home again. She wouldn’t be without money.

“Ever ridden a bike before?” Dillon asked.

“Not since I was ten and rode on the back of a dirt bike.” She laughed.

“Not much different. Just lean when I lean and hold on tight. I don’t want you to fall off.” Dillon handed her a helmet and waited while she fastened it before he put his on.

“Can you hear me okay?” Dillon asked.

“Wow, there are speakers and a mike in the helmets? That’s so neat.”

Dillon climbed on the bike then nodded for her to. Gavin was there to help her. She tentatively put her hands on either side of Dillon’s waist.

“Baby, you’re going to have to hold on better than that, or the first time he pulls out or speeds up you’re going to fall off. Hug him. You won’t hurt him,” Gavin assured her.

Briana wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged against him. Her sore breast wasn’t happy about it at all, but to feel his ripped abdomen tight under her hands, she could manage to deal with it.

“Ready back there?” Dillon asked.

“Ready,” Gavin said.

“What about you, baby?”

“I’m ready.” She hoped she was, anyway.

He pulled out of her drive, and they hit the road flying. Well, it felt like they were flying to her. Actually, they weren’t going any faster than the rest of the traffic. She watched the houses and businesses fly by as they maneuvered through traffic. Buildings whisked by until Dillon slowed down and turned into the parking lot of a diner.

“We’ve eaten here before and the food is good,” Dillon said as he parked the big bike. “Wait until Gavin is there to help you off.”

Gavin walked over and helped her slip off the bike. He removed her helmet, and then moved her aside so that Dillon could dismount. Both men took a hand and walked her toward the door. She had never been here before so wasn’t sure about the place until she got inside and found the restaurant to be clean, without the normal greasy smell most diners had.

“Sit anywhere you like, folks. I’ll be with you in a minute,” a fiftyish-looking woman called out to them when they stopped by the counter.

Gavin led the way to the back, choosing a table. They each took a seat on either side of the table leaving the two ends for her to choose from. Briana sat in the one offering her the best view of the counter as opposed to the wall.

“They have great hamburgers here, or if you want something heavier, they have good plate lunches, too.” Dillon handed her a menu from next to the napkin holder.

She looked over the menu and decided on a hamburger. She didn’t want much. She folded it and placed it back between the napkin holder and the ketchup.

“What can I get you folks to drink?” the waitress asked.

“Water for us, what would you like, Briana?” Dillon asked.

“Sweat tea would be wonderful.”

“Go ahead and give her your order,” Gavin said.

“I just want a hamburger with everything except onions.” She smiled at the woman.

“What for you guys?”

“We’re not eating. Just feeding the lady.” Dillon smiled at the waitress.

“Oh, I can’t possibly eat if you two are just going to watch me.” Briana was mortified at the thought of them staring at her while she ate.

“We’ve already eaten,” Gavin explained.

“I could have fixed a peanut-butter sandwich at home. You didn’t have to feed me.”

“Why do you work at that store when you could work here? They have job openings.” Gavin changed the subject.

“I’m going to school and all my classes are during the day. That means I have to work nights, and I need Sundays off to work on my projects for class. So far, all the jobs I’ve applied for require that I be available to work on Sundays. Since the store isn’t open on Sundays, it works for me.” She couldn’t believe she was defending her job to two bikers.

“If you found another job, would you change?” Gavin asked.

“In a heartbeat,” she said. “I only have two more months, then I’m finished and can quit that job. I can handle two more months.”

The two men exchanged looks. It was almost as if they were talking to each other.

“Two months doesn’t seem like a long time, I suppose. Still, you need to be careful up there.” Dillon leaned back when the waitress brought their drinks.

She took a sip of her tea and smiled. It was perfect.

“Believe me, I’m careful. I can’t believe all the stuff that has happened the last two nights. I’ve been working there for nearly a year, and other than drunken idiots that were more of a nuisance than anything, I’ve never had trouble before.”

“So why don’t you have a boyfriend to watch out for you?” Gavin asked out of the blue.

“Um, I had one and I got rid of him,” she said. Actually, he was leaving at the time, but they didn’t need to know that.

“What did he do?” Dillon asked.

“Nothing really. I guess that was the problem. All he did was drink and lay around the house.” And laugh at her. She couldn’t stand to be laughed at.

Briana had worked hard to get where she was. To have some deadbeat tell her she was foolish to think she could do anything with a degree in graphic web design had pissed her off. He’d told her she was trying to be someone she wasn’t.

You don’t have the class to be anything but a waitress, honey. Face it. You’re wasting your time.

Briana would show him. She’d get a job and do just fine. She didn’t need a man to hold her down.

“Here’s your burger.” The waitress sat a giant hamburger down in front of her along with a basket of fries she hadn’t ordered.

“There’s no way I can eat all of this,” she said, shaking her head.

“Just eat what you can. It’s a righteous burger.” Gavin snagged a fry and popped it into his mouth.

She wasn’t at all sure her mouth would open wide enough to even take a bite of it. Briana grabbed the knife and cut the burger in half. She picked up one half and made her first attempt at eating it. They were right. It was a delicious hamburger. She moaned and rolled her eyes.

Gavin and Dillon both grinned.

“That good, huh?” Dillon asked.

“Yes, it’s wonderful.” She took another bite.

By the time she was finished with the first half, she was stuffed. The men had each taken turns snatching fries until there were only a few left. She took one and ate it, but drew the line at another one.

“I’m stuffed. I hate leaving half a hamburger. It’s so good.”

Gavin signaled the waitress to come over.

“What can I get you?”

“She can’t eat the other half. Can you wrap it in aluminum foil for us to go?” he asked.

“Sure thing, honey.” She took Briana’s plate to the back and returned with a small paper bag with the half of a hamburger neatly wrapped inside.

“You ready to roll, Briana?” Dillon asked.

“Ready.”

They paid the tab and helped her outside where, this time, they put her on back of Gavin’s bike. Dillon helped her on after Gavin had mounted up. Then they pulled out of the parking lot and headed north.

Briana knew Round Rock,
Texas
, like it was the back of her hand, so she knew where they were headed before they got there. It was an abandoned airport just outside of town. A lot of teenagers used it for drag racing. She wasn’t sure what to think of them taking her there or how they would even know about it. They weren’t local, or she would have seen them around. They were too good looking not to stick out.

When they reached the parking lot of the old building, they pulled in and turned off the motors. Dillon helped her off the bike and waited while she pulled off the helmet. Gavin was off and pulling off his helmet next.

“Bet the high school kids love this place,” Dillon said.

“Yeah, we came here when I was in school and had drag races and beer busts. They keep it patrolled on weekend nights now, so they don’t play out here as much as they used to.”

“Come on. Let’s walk to the end of the runway and back,” Gavin said.

Briana wasn’t sure why he wanted to walk, but she figured walking wasn’t anything to get upset about and there was nothing at the end to worry her. She walked between them waiting to see what they would do.

“What are you going to school to be?” Gavin finally asked.

“Web designer.” She waited for him to laugh at her.

“Hot job right now. You’ll do well with that,” he said.

She almost let her mouth hang open. He was the first person she knew other than Bill that hadn’t laughed at her career choice.