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

by Marla Monroe

  Hal had tried to date her when she’d first moved to town almost five years ago now. They just didn’t hit it off but were still good friends. He looked out for her when she would let him.

  She’d moved to Sunset, Oklahoma, after she had stopped for gas and decided it would be a good place to live. She moved from Memphis, Tennessee. It had become too dangerous to live there for a single girl with a minimum wage job. Her apartment had been broken into twice. After she had been mugged, she packed up her stuff and hit the road.

  “Thanks, Hal, for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She opened the door and started to climb out when Hal stopped her with a hand to her arm.

  “Do you want me to come pick you up? I know you’re not comfortable with those bikers here.” Hal had been one to find her and help her get home after her attack by the bikers three years ago.

  “Thanks, but I’ll be fine. I might drive in tomorrow.” She smiled at him and closed the door.

  She lived in a little house on the edge of town. Usually she walked to and from work to save gas. The town was usually a safe place to live. She’d only had that one time that she’d ever been approached by anyone when she had walked home. The sheriff there kept it clean and safe. He didn’t put up with nonsense, and she very much appreciated it. He got her vote each election year.

  She immediately undressed and got into the shower. It was nearly midnight, and she had to be back at work at two the next afternoon. It was her light day, since most of the Sunday lunch crowd would have cleared out, and they closed at nine. She was off on Mondays. She ran errands and did chores around the house.

  As soon as she finished her shower, she climbed into bed and almost immediately fell asleep.

  The dream started out as it normally did, with her running, trying to get away from them. They chased her back into the alley behind the diner. Only this time, it wasn’t Hal who interrupted them. It was the two bikers from that night who got there in time to stop it from happening. They fought off the others and took her home. They came in with her when she invited them, and saw to her cuts and bruises with the utmost tenderness.

  Kyle seemed to be the more outgoing of the two. He stood a little over six three, with long brown hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. He had hazel eyes with flecks of gold in them. He was built like a Greek god, with broad shoulders and a massive chest that tapered to a narrow waist and grab-worthy ass.

  West proved to be the quieter of them. His brooding dark eyes seemed to see right into her soul. His shaggy black hair nearly reached his shoulders. He stood a little taller than Kyle, but not by more than an inch. He had a body much like his friend’s, except his seemed more compact and fluid. Neither man was bulky in the least, just well built.

  When West drew her into his arms, instead of panic, she felt safe and secure. Kyle placed his hands on her waist and pressed up against her back. They both whispered soothing words in her ear. She relaxed into them and let them take care of her.

  Kyle began to undress her, and she didn’t panic, but let him. West had disappeared, but reappeared to pick her up and carry her into her bathroom. It was no longer her bathroom, but a study of decadence with a marble tub big enough for three, and a walk-in shower that was huge. She couldn’t help but stare at the sheer wonder of it. Where had she conjured up something so opulent from? Surely she’d never seen anything like it.

  West carefully stepped into the tub with her and sat down in the soothing warm water. It was then that she realized West was nude. When Kyle got into the tub, he was also naked. She should have been scared out of her mind, but instead, she felt cared for, and enjoyed the soothing water, and how they bathed her with soft gentle swipes of the cloth.

  They took care of her as if she were their most prized possession in the world. She couldn’t believe she was so passive in their arms as they massaged her breasts and fingered her nipples until they pebbled in their hands.

  When they leaned over and began sucking and licking her nipples, she moaned and went limp in West’s lap. She could feel his dick beneath her swell and throb. Still, she wasn’t scared of them. Instead, she wiggled against it, enjoying the moan that West let out. Kyle stepped out of the tub with his hardened cock bobbing heavy with need in front of him. He dried off then picked Brandy up in his arms while West got out of the tub as well.

  West dried off before they both took towels and gently patted her dry. The rasp of the towel over her sensitized nipples caused her to shiver. Her pussy was leaking her juices down her leg. West seemed to know this, because he dipped his finger in the sticky sweetness and brought it to his mouth to suck and lick it clean.

  Kyle picked her up this time and carried her to a massive, king-size bed where he carefully laid her down in the middle. Then he climbed up on the bed and took her breasts in his hands. He licked and sucked as West slid between her legs, shouldering them apart so that he would fit there.

  The first swipe of his tongue drew a gasp from her. She let her legs fall open as he slowly drew his tongue up and down her slit. Her juices flowed faster at the erotic feel of his tongue against her intimate flesh. He lightly brushed her clit, but didn’t dwell there as much as she wanted him to. Instead, he sucked her pussy lips into the hot cavern of his mouth, and teased them with his tongue.

  When he inserted a finger inside of her, Brandy nearly came undone at the feel of his thick digit moving in and out of her wet cunt. He added another finger, and she felt her breath leave her. God, why was she reacting like this to them? She didn’t know them at all.

  Kyle twisted and pulled at her nipples before laving them with his hot tongue. Her tits burned with sensations that streaked like lightning to her pussy. It seemed like everything he did to her ignited her blood even more. He sucked her nipples in hard, then lightly, flicking his tongue across their tender peaks. It awakened some primal need inside of her for more. She wanted more of everything.

  West began fucking her in earnest with his fingers while his mouth did sinful things to her pussy. When he sucked her clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, she detonated.

  And woke up panting from the dream. Her legs were wet as if it had actually happened. Her fingers smelled of her pussy juices. She’d been masturbating in her sleep. She couldn’t believe it. Even her nipples were tender.

  Never had she ever had an erotic dream like that. It had all seemed so real to her. She could almost feel Kyle’s hot breath on her breasts and feel West’s fingers in her cunt. Brandy couldn’t figure out why she was dreaming about them, and hadn’t realized she’d remembered so much about them after only having met them briefly at the diner.

  God, she was so turned on. She would never get back to sleep like this.

  Brandy laid back and began to lightly finger her clit as she massaged her breasts with the other hand. She could still see them in her head, their massive bodies nude, and sporting cocks hot, hard, and heavy. She could imagine their balls tight in their sacs. She wanted to touch them. Her fingers moved faster as she grew closer thinking about all that male flesh, hers for the taking.

  When she was about to come, she pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time and climaxed hard enough that she saw stars behind her closed eyelids. It seemed to go on and on, but soon she was no longer floating. She was alone in her bed wishing for the two bikers to be there with her instead.

  * * * *

  West waited for the hot water to replenish before he stepped into the bathroom. Kyle had finished and was in bed. He always needed time to relax after a bike ride or some other event before he could stand for anything to touch his skin other than his clothes. He blamed it on laying in slime for nearly eight hours when he’d been injured before Kyle had found him. He had to convince himself he wasn’t washing off slime with the road dirt.

  This time, it was different. He needed to calm down after having found the woman of his dreams. Literally. She’d been haunting his dreams for months now. Brandy was the spitting image of her. Kyle was at
tracted to her and knew she was special, but he didn’t realize she was the one for them yet. West wouldn’t enlighten him. He needed to figure it out on his own.

  He turned on the water after stripping. The water turned out to be scalding so he added more cold, and once the temperature was like he liked it, he stepped in and let the water drench him from head to toe. It always felt good to him after a long ride. The warmth seeped into his cold bones and soothed the muscular aches he lived with.

  She’s the one, we’ve been waiting for. How are you going to handle your need for her until she’s ready? You’ve got to hold it all in. You’ll overwhelm her. But she’s the one.

  West couldn’t talk himself into a calm state after having been so close to her. Instead, his dick stood straight out heavy and hard. He grasped it at the base and squeezed until a drop of pre-cum pearled at the top in the slit. He rubbed it around the swollen head and down the shaft. The water helped lubricate him as he slowly began tugging on his cock. He could imagine her lying on his bed with her body open to him, waiting on him to fuck her with his swollen cock. She’d beg for it as he’d readied her almost to completion. Kyle would have his cock at her mouth, waiting for West to take her.

  Together they would bring her as she’d never come before. There were things two men could do for a woman that only one couldn’t. They would give her everything she deserved, and then give her more.

  West pulled his throbbing cock harder and faster as he felt the first stirrings of his climax deep in his balls. His spine tightened and his dick made more cum. He tightened his grip on his cock and pumped the shaft harder as he felt his balls draw up.

  Her dripping pussy would welcome him when he slid into her. His cock would burn as she tightened around him. He would go deep and bump her cervix with each thrust of his dick inside her wet cunt. Just the thought of her wet and hot for him drew his balls even tighter, and he felt the electricity crawl down his spine to his balls until he erupted into his hand and across to the shower wall. His cum dripped between his fingers as he rubbed his dick with it, wishing it were her pussy juices from when he’d made her come as well.

  Gasping for breath, West cleaned up once he could move again and climbed out of the shower to dry off. He slept nude as did Kyle so he climbed into bed and wondered if he would sleep and if he did, would he dream of her.

  “Get some rest, West. We’ll see her tomorrow. I’m sure of it.” Kyle turned over in bed to face the other way.

  West lay there a long time thinking about her and wondering how she would react to them wanting to date her, to both of them wanting to date her. This was a small town. She might be totally appalled, or she might just turn her nose up at them. Surely if she were the one, she wouldn’t do that. West finally drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Brandy on his mind.

  * * * *

  Sunday afternoon, she clocked in at the diner and began bussing tables from the noon crowd. Sandy was still seeing to three tables of families. She would be busy for a while, so it was up to Brandy to clean and set up the rest of the room. By the time she had finished, Sandy had the others checked out and was cleaning her tables.

  “How was the crowd today?” she asked the other waitress.

  “Not as big as usual, but several of them were picky today for some reason.”

  “Hope it’s not an omen for the rest of the afternoon and night. I don’t handle picky people too well,” Brandy confessed.

  “Hell, you handle everything without batting an eyelash.” Sandy headed for the clock, but stopped and turned around. “I almost forgot. Hal woke up with a stomach virus or something and won’t be in. Jim’s going to fill in. Figured you would want to know.”

  “Great, just what I need tonight,” she griped.

  Jim was the biggest pervert in town. He hit on anyone and everyone. It didn’t matter if they were too young or too old or too married. She’d had words with him on several occasions and had requested the night shift to get away from him. He just grossed her out with his grabby hands. The owners wouldn’t fire him because he was the only short order cook they had that worked anytime they needed him.

  “You’ll be okay. Just ignore him and keep busy.”

  “Pray that I will be busy, so he’ll stay back in the back and leave me alone. I’d hate to have to bust his balls.” She’d do it, too, if he didn’t keep his hands off of her.

  “Good luck. I’m out of here.” Sandy hung her apron on the peg by the back door and clocked out.

  Brandy hurried back up front and busied herself cleaning salt and pepper shakers, ketchup bottles, and napkin holders. When the bell over the door rang she looked up and nearly died. It was the two bikers from her dream. What were they doing there so early in the afternoon? It was only three.

  “Hi, sit wherever you want. What can I get you to drink?” She tried to sound confident.

  “Sweet tea, and pie if you have it.” Kyle took a seat, smiling at her.

  “We’ve got lemon, pecan, and apple.”

  “I’ll have pecan,” Kyle said.

  “Lemon.” West gave her a slow, dangerous-looking smile.

  His smile seemed to turn her insides upside down.

  She hurried back to the counter and proceeded to fill their tea glasses and cut pie for them. She brought it all back at one time on a tray. She hoped she didn’t end up dumping it all over them. When she made it safely to their table and had delivered her load, she returned to cleaning the counter while stealing glances their way. Once, Kyle caught her and smiled. She felt her face turn hot and red, and ducked in the back to rinse out her cloth.

  “Hey there, Brandy girl. What you doing tonight after work?” Jim pushed up against her as she rinsed out the cloth.

  She stepped back from him and squeezed out the rag. “I’m busy tonight like always, Jim.”

  He grabbed her arm and squeezed a little. “Come on. You know you want a piece of me.”

  “Like I want a bullet to the brain, Jim. Let go of me.”

  He let go when the bell on the door rang, but he leered at her chest, smacking his lips. Brandy hurried out to see about her next guests. It turned out to be the elderly Sims sisters, there for their Sunday afternoon coffee and pie. She’d almost forgotten about them.

  Once she’d taken care of them, she took the tea pitcher over to the two bikers’ table and filled up their glasses again. West suddenly growled and took her wrist, pulling the tea pitcher out of her hand.

  “Who did that to you?” he demanded.

  “What?” She had no idea what he was talking about.

  Kyle touched her arm where Jim had grabbed her. “This. You’ve got a mark on your arm. It wasn’t there earlier.”

  “I ran into the cooler door when I was in the back,” she lied.

  “It looks more like a handprint to me.” West let go of her arm and stared deep into her eyes.

  “Please, no trouble. I’m fine.” She grabbed the tea pitcher and hurried to grab the coffeepot to refill the Sims sisters’ cups.

  She tried to calm her racing heart. They hadn’t scared her. She’d been almost afraid of what they might do to Jim, and that was really sad. She’d felt cared about, though. That shook her up almost as much as just being near them did.

  They finished their tea and walked up to pay their tab.

  “The pie was wonderful. Thanks for cutting such big pieces for us.” Kyle smiled at her and paid for both of them.

  West eased up closer to the register and leaned in. “If someone is bothering you, we’ll be happy to convince him to leave you alone.”

  “No one is bothering me,” she said a little too high. She couldn’t keep the nervous flutter out of her voice.

  “We’ll see you later, Brandy,” Kyle told her, and the two of them walked out of the diner.

  She let out a sigh of relief then hurried over to see what the Sims sisters wanted.

  “Those two rough-looking men were very kind to worry about you,” Etta, the older one, said.

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sp; “We all know how Jim is, and he’s obviously the one working today.” Emma, her sister, nodded her head.

  “I’m fine. I can handle Jim.”

  “We were just commenting that those two young men seemed really taken by you. Maybe you should primp up some for the next time they come in.” Etta smiled up at her.

  “I don’t think they’re my type.”

  “Nonsense, anyone who would defend a young lady is a good man. You can’t always go by how they look on the outside. It’s what is on the inside you have to consider.”

  Brandy nodded and gave them their tickets. She checked them out as several others wandered into the diner. She was busy the rest of the afternoon and evening. When nine o’clock came, she had already cleaned everything and had the front looking spic and span. She’d been lucky not to have a customer the last fifteen minutes before she locked up for the night. She went to the back of the diner and hollered at Jim.

  “I’m leaving now. I’ll lock the door behind me.” She hated the fact that she had to walk to the back to clock out.

  “There’s bikers in town. You don’t need to be out by yourself at night. You know what happened to you last time.” Jim liked to rub it in that she’d been attacked.

  “I’ll be fine. Night, Jim.” She clocked out and turned around to find him looming over her.

  “I’ll walk you home. You don’t need to be out alone. I’ve finished everything up.” He grabbed her arm again.

  She jerked her arm loose and went for the back door. She never went out that way because that was where she’d been attacked. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was getting away from Jim.

  She unlocked the deadbolt and hurried through the door before slamming it behind her. She nearly ran toward her house only to have Jim catch up with her.

  “You are one crazy lady,” he complained. “Do you know you nearly closed my hand up in that fucking door?”

  “Sorry, I’m in a hurry to get home. I want to watch the news on TV.”