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

by Marla Monroe

  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 star
ved, 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.

  “No, I’ve really never been anywhere other than here and the road to here.”

  “We’ve been all over the U.S. working on different job sites.” Kyle smiled and leaned closer. “Would you like to see more of the states if you had the chance?”

  “Oh, I’d love to. I sort of started out doing that when I left Memphis, but I got here and was tired, so I stayed. It’s a nice little town, really. Not far from several larger cities if you want to go to shop or something.” She felt like she was babbling again.

  “Do you have any family?” West asked.

  “No, I mean, there are some cousins somewhere around, but I don’t really know them. My parents died when I was a teenager, and I went to live with an aunt until I turned eighteen. I’ve been on my own ever since.” Brandy hoped she didn’t sound pathetic.

  “West and I don’t have families, either. That’s why we’ve been happy enough traveling around with the gang working construction. It’s getting old, though,” Kyle told her.

  “I guess if you do nothing but go from one place to another it would get old. It’s not the same as traveling to see the sights, is it?” she asked.

  “No, it’s a lot different. Sometimes we’ll swing through an area, like we did the Grand Canyon, but for the most part, it’s a hotel, the work site, and a diner somewhere.” West drained his ice tea glass and Brandy started to get up and get him some more.

  “Whoa, you’re not the waitress tonight. You’re the customer. She’ll be back around in a minute.” Kyle smiled at her obvious discomfort at having been caught. It was a habit with her.

  “Thanks, though,” West said.

  When their food arrived, all conversation stopped as they dug in. Brandy found she was able to eat a lot more than she had anticipated. The men really were easy to be around and had gone out of their way to make her feel comfortable around them, which meant she had more of an appetite than she’d expected.

  Once they had finished their meal, the men ordered dessert. She declined.

  “I’m really stuffed already. There’s no way I can eat anything more.”

  When the chocolate pie arrived, they both insisted she have a taste. First Kyle leaned over with a bite on his fork. She took it in her mouth and made “mmm” noises for him. He seemed to appreciate it. Then West leaned in with his bite. She took it and nodded her approval. He smiled and licked the fork after she’d let go of it. Something about that was so intimate it made her panties wet.

  They signaled for their check and Kyle paid. The two men led her through the maze of tables toward the exit. She realized then that she hadn’t noticed once if anyone had been staring at them. She guessed it really didn’t matter. She doubted she would be going out with them again, anyway. Even if they did ask her again, she was almost certain she would turn them down. She just couldn’t go out with two men at once. She liked both of them a great deal just in the short time she’d known them, so she couldn’t pick one over the other. She just wouldn’t date them at all.

  Once outside, they each took a hand and walked her to the bikes. Kyle climbed on his bike and West helped her with her helmet before making sure she was able to climb on the back with Kyle. Then he mounted up on his own. They pulled out of the parking lot and back out onto the highway. This time, they took their time driving back to Sunset. She worried for a few seconds that they weren’t taking her back, but when the sign saying Welcome to Sunset appeared, she let out a breath.

  They pulled up outside her house and she eased off the bike. This time West was there to steady her. He unstrapped her helmet and brushed her hair from her face.

  He and Kyle walked Brandy to her door, and when she pulled out her key to unlock the house, Kyle took it and did it for her. He handed her the key and leaned in to kiss her. She couldn’t help it. She leaned forward wanting the kiss as desperately as she wanted to know what it would be like between them.

  He sipped at her lips. She leaned closer until they touched from mouth to thighs. He licked along the seam of her lips, and when she opened to him, he slid his tongue in alongside hers. They played with each other, and then he sucked hers into his mouth to tease it with his. Then he slipped his tongue back into her mouth and mimicked fucking her in slow, easy pumps. She moaned into his kiss. Then he pulled back. Brandy couldn’t help but feel his cock against her pelvis. It made her both nervous and excited all at the same time.

  West pulled her into his arms for a kiss. He was a little more aggressive. Kyle eased up behind her and nibbled at her neck, licking and sucking along the long line between her ear to her shoulder. Both he and West pulled back at the same time.

  She whimpered at the loss of their warmth. They weren’t pressing her, she could tell. It was up to her. She made a snap decision she was sure was ruled by her hormones and invited them in.

  “Would you like some coffee?”

  “Thanks, if you’re sure, we’d love some.” Kyle rubbed her shoulder with his hand.

  She licked her lip and opened the door so they could come in. West closed and locked the door behind them. She knew it was the right thing to do, but somehow hearing the door lock sliding into place amped up her nervousness.

  “Um, make yourself at home while I make the coffee.” She hurried to the kitchen and set up the coffeepot.

  She sighed once she had it going and turned around to find both men in the little kitchen with her, leaning back against her bar. They crowded the kitchen, as large as they were. Brandy wasn’t sure what to say or do. Kyle seemed to understand, so he took her hand and pulled her from the kitchen back into the living room where he sat her down on the couch between him and West.

  “Honesty here, Brandy.”

  “Okay.”

  “We want to make love to you, but I think it’s too soon. Will you let us pleasure you instead?” Kyle ran a thumb across her lips and down her jaw.

  “P–Pleasure me? How?” She couldn’t imagine them not wanting to fuck her.

  “I want to suck those sweet breasts and play with them,” Kyle told her.

  “I need to taste your sweet cream. I can smell you from here. You’re excited.” West leaned in and kissed her forehead.

  “I want to touch you. Will you let me do that?”

  “Baby, you can do anything you want to us,” West assured her.

  “Um, the coffee is ready.” She started to stand.

  “It can wait. Let us love you, Brandy.” Kyle’s eyes seemed to plead with her.

  She found herself nodding.

  They were on her faster than lightning.

  Chapter Five

  West couldn’t wait to touch her, taste her. He began unbuttoning her blouse, only slowing down when Kyle touched his shoulder. They both caressed her skin as soon as they uncovered it. West turned her so that her back faced Kyle, so that he could unfasten her bra. Then they both began licking and kissing he
r breasts.

  Kyle latched on to one and began sucking while West tongued and sucked on the other one. He unfastened her jeans and pulled away from her breast to help her stand so he could remove her jeans.

  Kyle pointed out that they needed to remove her shoes first. He grinned at himself. He was way too nervous. He needed to slow down and think before he did something totally inappropriate this soon in their relationship.

  Once the shoes were off, he pulled down her jeans and then removed her socks. He massaged her feet and legs until he had her stretched out on the couch.

  “This isn’t going to work. Would you mind if we took you to your bed? I promise we aren’t going to fuck you.” West saw Kyle wince at his words.

  He couldn’t help it. He was rough. Kyle was the smooth one.

  “It’s down at the end of the hall on the left.”

  West breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t taken offense at what he had said, after all. Kyle looked relieved as well. He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the queen-sized mattress. There was no footboard or headboard to get in the way.

  Kyle climbed on the bed and began to love her breasts with kisses and sucks and nips. She moaned and held his head to her.

  West smiled and knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled her toward him, so that he could get to her sweet pussy. Her heady aroma went straight to his already hard cock. He leaned in and blew across her wet cunt. Then he sucked in her pussy lips one after the other. He licked them clean of her sweet juices. She tasted of a tangy honey.

  Her clit called to him, but he refused to give in right then. Instead he licked up and down her slit, gathering her juices on his tongue. As fast as he licked them up, she made more. He flicked his tongue once over her clit and she bucked beneath him. Using two fingers, he entered Brandy’s cunt and began to slowly push in and out, searching for her hot spot as he moved within her.

  When he found it, she bucked again, and whimpered this time. He looked up to see Kyle pinching and nipping at her nipples now. He could tell she was close by the way her cunt was squeezing his fingers. He nodded at Kyle that he was ready.