The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3: Her Double Delite Warriors (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Ready?” Michael whispered with such an intense and hungry expression.

  “Oh yeah,” she replied, sounding playful to her own ears. Michael chuckled then pressed his cock between her folds and teased her.

  “You sound awfully sassy, baby. Do you really want this cock?”

  She nodded her head.

  “Say it, baby. Tell me you want my cock in this tight, wet pussy of yours.”

  Oh God, he is too sexy.

  Michael smiled. “You think so?”

  “I said that out loud?” she asked, turning red. She felt her cheeks warm.

  “Oh yeah, you sure did,” Chad chimed in as he stroked a thumb and finger across her nipple and squeezed.

  She closed her eyes and thrust her hips upward.

  Michael grabbed her hips and held her still.

  “I’m gonna take you hard and fast, baby. I won’t last at all after seeing you laid on this table like a meal.” He shoved forward and she gasped as his words sunk in and his cock filled her up. He was wild with need. She felt the intensity as he stroked her pussy over and over again. The faster he moved the slicker she became, and then he lifted her thighs higher. Her ass spread over the edge of the counter, and he moved a finger over her puckered hole. “Michael!” She screamed his name, and he smiled then thrust three more times hard before he yelled her name and leaned forward, latching onto her nipple and breast as he came.

  He sucked and nibbled, making her moan with pleasure. His hands caressed her body everywhere they could, and she lay there sated and relaxed on their kitchen island.

  “Incredible,” Michael whispered then kissed her mouth before slowly pulling from her body. He lifted her up and fixed her top and her skirt as he placed her feet back onto the counter.

  “Who’s ready for nachos?” Chad chimed in.

  “Oh God, you two are incredible.” Her legs shook, and Michael and Chad chuckled as they helped her sit down on the stool.

  Michael placed his hand against one of her cheeks as Chad placed his hand on her thigh. She felt her heart soar and knew that she loved them so much.

  “No, baby doll, you’re incredible and you’re all ours to enjoy.”

  Chapter 11

  After they reluctantly dropped Alexa off at her house, Michael filled Chad in on the information from their commander. They discussed helping to raid a place where drugs were being smuggled in through on the border of Mexico when Mason showed up at their front door.

  It was a cold fall day, and Mason wore a black long-sleeve thermal shirt with black cargo jeans and his leather jacket. His motorcycle sat outside in their driveway.

  “Hey, Mason, what’s going on? Come on in,” Chad stated as he entered.

  “Hey, guys. How did everything go the other night with Alexa?”

  Chad smiled. “It went great.”

  He looked toward Michael. “We’re making progress.”

  “Oh, that’s good. I didn’t know if you were going to meet the other Warriors for a ride today. We’re doing that fundraiser for the McClocklin baby at one o’clock.”

  “Yeah, we’re definitely going to be there.”

  “Good. Any word on Nate yet?” Mason asked.

  “Not a thing. It’s not looking good, you know, man?” Chad replied as he opened the front entrance closet door and took out Michael’s jacket and then his own.

  “It’s part of the job and the lives we lead.”

  “Sure is,” Michael added. They grabbed their stuff and headed out the door.

  * * * *

  “So, aren’t you going to at least tell me if it was good or not and whether the wait is really worth it?” Sally asked as she and Alexa sat at their kitchen table.

  “Oh, it was worth it and it was perfect. They’re perfect.” Alexa played with the bottles of salt and pepper that sat on the table.

  “You’re not falling for them are you?” Sally asked her, and she sounded so disgusted.

  Alexa looked up at her and saw the expression on her face. It was one Alexa knew all too well. Sally was scared and, therefore, defensive. She would need to tread carefully here.

  “Well I don’t go around sleeping with guys, so I guess you could say that I’m falling for them.”

  “Look at me, Alexa.”

  Alexa slowly looked up and into her sister’s eyes.

  “You have to be careful. We know how men are and that’s why we’ve been waiting to give ourselves like this. I want you to promise to be careful and to remember that men lie and you need to be ready for their lies.”

  “Sally, they don’t lie. Michael and Chad are different. They’re good men and I really care about them.”

  “But they’re still men and men lie. I just don’t want you to wind up with a broken heart on top of everything else you’ve gone through. It’s not a big deal that you had sex with them and gave up your virginity. It was bound to happen sooner or later. It doesn’t tie you to them.”

  “You’re wrong, Sally. It does tie me to them and them to me. I don’t know why you’re being like this when you’re the one that told me to go for it.”

  Sally took a deep breath and released it. She stared off into the distance, and Alexa knew that she was just scared. She had been hurt by their uncles, too. She’d come even closer to getting raped, and Sally was the one who had the dogs on her. She was deathly afraid of dogs. Especially since one had bitten her that terrifying night.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to ruin your good mood. What’s done is done and we need to move on. I just want you to promise me that you won’t get hurt. Please promise me that you won’t let them hurt you.”

  “I promise,” Alexa whispered, but inside she knew that she was in trouble. In her mind she missed them already. She felt hollow inside without them here beside her. She was becoming instantly attached, and that should have been a warning sign for her to slow things down between her, Chad, and Michael.

  It was shocking how much she wanted to see them and hoped that perhaps she would before the week’s end. She also worried about Sally. Could her sister let a man ever get close enough to her to prove that not all men are evil? She hoped there was a man strong enough out there and one meant for Sally.

  * * * *

  Alexa, Sally, Juliet, and Elise walked together through town. The recreation departments were beginning to set up for this weekend’s Fall Festival. There were pumpkins and bales of hay lining the street corners, and every store was decorated in fall colors. Delite Café and Diner had purple and yellow mums decorating the flower boxes out front and some cool-looking scarecrows in the windows. They found a spot to sit as a large gathering outside Bart’s Surplus Store gathered around. The owner, Bart, set up tables with various items he was selling and donating to benefit Sarah McClocklin. Delite Café and Diner donated various baked items to sell, and the local farmers had pumpkins, apple cider, hot chocolate, and other items to sell to raise money as well. It was beautiful out, and Alexa was taking pictures with her new camera.

  As she clicked away, she watched through the lens as various shots caught her attention.

  The baby they were raising money for was sitting up in a stroller, wrapped in pink blankets. She looked adorable and not sick at all. She was suffering from a rare blood disease, and without the correct and constant blood transfusions she would only get worse. On top of that she was young, only eleven months old. Down the street at the local firehouse and paramedic headquarters, they were running a blood drive. Alexa was going to head there next.

  “I’m going to go take some pictures over there. I’ll be back in a bit,” she told the others.

  “No problem. But you’re not getting out of donating blood, you little chicken,” Sally teased her, and she laughed. “You’re the one who’s afraid of needles,” she replied, and the others laughed.

  Alexa absorbed the feelings she had being in Delite. It was such a beautiful town, with friendly people and prosperous businesses. She loved how everyone said hello and offered help in an
instant. She looked through her camera and spotted the Warriors biker gang making their way into town. Her heart began to hammer inside of her chest. She looked for Chad and Michael. They were up there in rank. Whatever rank it meant, she hadn’t a clue, but Chad had told her over the phone. The sound of their roaring motorcycle engines filtered through the streets, and more people rushed over to see the fancy-looking bikes. Alexa clicked away as she absorbed how different each motorcycle was. They appeared to be custom made, too.

  As she moved the lens through the crowd, she spotted Chad first. Tight, black camo pants, which seemed to be a favorite of his, tight black shirt, and leather jacket. He even wore black cowboy boots and of course dark sunglasses. He looked delicious. She licked her lips and shot away, trying to catch him as he glanced around the area. He appeared to be looking for someone, and that was when she caught sight of Michael. He was looking around for someone as well. She felt her belly tighten and wondered whom it could be. She felt jealous, and then the ceremony started. She watched for a few moments until the crowd began to clap. She sat down on the rock wall where a large planting bed decorated the center. It was covered in fall mums and other greenery. She began to fix her camera when she felt the hand on her elbow.

  “Hey, darling, do you remember me?”

  She turned around and then looked up and up until she locked gazes with two very large-looking cowboys. They each wore their Stetsons low. Their dark eyes held her gaze. The other cowboy was built, too. She remembered them from Dixie Chix.

  “Hi, yeah, I remember you. How are ya doing?” she asked, and the other guy placed his brown boot on the wall about a foot away from her hip and he leaned down a little lower to look her over. She felt tightness in her belly and a feeling of uneasiness came over her. She didn’t like being cornered.

  “The question is, how are you doing, honey?” the other cowboy asked then licked his bottom lip and stared at her. She quickly got her camera into her bag and looked up as the first cowboy introduced himself.

  “I’m Brad and this is Bull.”

  Okay, so the guy was just as big as a bull, and he wasn’t fat but pure muscles. He flexed his arm and smiled.

  “You working tonight?” Brad asked.

  “Yep.” She started to get up and fix the strap on her bag when it broke and the bag fell to the ground. “Oh damn.” She lowered to the ground and picked up the bag. Both Brad and Bull started to help her. “Let me fix this for you. It seems that the clip came loose.” Brad began to fool around with the clip on her bag.

  “That’s okay, really. I’ll just fix it when I get home later.”

  She felt the hand on her elbow and looked up toward Bull. He stared into her eyes, and she again felt her gut clench.

  “Why don’t we talk a bit? I’ve been dying to get to know you better. Been watching you at the club. You’re really sweet.” Bull reached up and took a strand of her long blonde hair between his fingers. He let it slide through and she pulled back.

  “Don’t touch my hair.”

  “Why not, honey? It’s so pretty. I’ve been wanting to touch it.” He looked her over and took another step toward her. “And other parts, too,” he added.

  She swallowed hard then realized she was back against the planter again.

  “Give me back my bag please. I need to meet my friends.” She held out her hand.

  Brad smirked. “You smell really good, honey. Why don’t you come a little closer.”

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him. She felt her heart race, and she was scared but determined not to show it. “Don’t be shy, Alexa. You’ve got a lot to offer a man. I can keep you warm at night.”

  “We both could,” Bull stated, and she felt his hand go to her waist. She panicked just as she heard the firm voice.

  “Step away from her now, fellas, before her boyfriends come over here and kick the shit out of ya,” Sheriff Parker stated as he stood there with his hand resting on the barrel of his gun.

  Susanna was standing with Monte, who was keeping her from coming forward. Alexa sighed in relief until Bull and Brad started arguing with BJ.

  “We’re just having a friendly conversation with Alexa. It ain’t none of your business and we ain’t breaking any laws,” Bull replied and puffed his chest out. BJ was just as big as Bull but trimmer in the stomach and waist area.

  “No, we weren’t having a friendly conversation. He won’t give me my camera bag back,” Alexa stated.

  “Come here, Alexa,” Monte said, but Brad grabbed her wrist.

  “We’re not done talking with her.”

  She tried pulling her hand free, but his grip was rough on her wrist.

  “Release her now and I won’t lock your asses up,” BJ stated.

  They laughed.

  “What’s so fucking funny, asshole?” Michael asked as he stepped toward Bull.

  She was shocked to see Michael and Chad standing there, and they looked pissed off. They were dressed like military bikers in their matching black camo pants and black shirts. “You want a piece of me, Michael? I ain’t afraid of your military background. All that top-secret shit people say. You’re a fucking loser. Who probably doesn’t even know how to take someone out.”

  “Release my woman now, and I won’t hurt you,” Michael stated firmly.

  “Your woman? Shit, she can’t be your woman if she’s standing here all alone. What the fuck kind of man are you anyway? I wouldn’t let this fine, sexy piece of ass out of my sight if she was mine,” Brad stated.

  “With an ass like hers, she’d be bent over a table ninety percent of the time,” Bull stated then chuckled as he looked at Brad.

  In a flash Michael moved and quickly had Bull restrained. It was the fastest move she had ever seen. Brad moved to take her with him to the side, but BJ was there and placed him in a headlock. She twisted and turned, and he released her wrist. She fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds there were multiple deputies around and her other friends.

  “Damn, Alexa, are you okay?” Chad asked as he helped her up and pulled her into his arms. He held her close, and she hugged him back.

  “I’m fine. I don’t understand why they did that.”

  “Because they don’t like Michael and I or most of the Warriors. We’re not a bunch of lowlives and ex-cons. We’re ex-military and we help to do good. They’re always getting into trouble.”

  She pulled away from him and rubbed her wrist as Susanna and Sally asked if she was okay. She talked to them and then saw that Michael was pacing. He looked like he wanted to hit someone. The others started heading back over toward the café, but she walked toward Michael. Chad placed his hands on her waist from behind her. “He’s upset. You should give him a few minutes.”

  “Upset over what happened?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Michael,” she said, and when he looked up, he appeared very angry.

  She stepped toward him, and he held up his hand for her to stop walking closer. She felt her belly quiver. Is he mad at me? Does he think that I caused this to happen?

  Her wrist burned, but she refused to rub it and was afraid that Michael would overreact about it.

  “Michael, please let me come to you.”

  He glanced up and stared at her. He looked her over. She had dressed in hopes that she would see them. She wore a snug-fitting black turtleneck sweater, her dark brown stretchy hip-hugger jeans, and her knee-high brown-heeled boots.

  “Fuck,” he stated then stepped toward her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and hoisted her up against his chest. He hugged her and she hugged him back. Then he began to kiss her on her cheeks then her lips before devouring her moans with more kisses. When he finally released her, his palm was over her ass in a possessive manner and his hand under her hair gripping the base of her neck. She looked up toward him.

  “Grab her bag, Chad, she’s coming home with us now.”

  “Yes, sir,” Chad chimed in behind her. Michael grabbed her hand and led her dow
n the sidewalk and across the street to his motorcycle.

  She planted her feet into the ground and froze in place.

  “Not on that.”

  Michael lifted her up into his arms and carried her across the street, making a scene for all to see. She held on to his shoulders and begged him to stop.

  “Put me down, Michael. I am not riding on that dangerous thing.”

  “Oh yes you are, baby, and they aren’t dangerous.” Michael pulled the black helmet from the seat and began to gently place it on her head.

  “It’s the driver that makes it dangerous. We’re good drivers, Alexa, don’t worry,” Chad stated as he sat on top of his motorcycle and adjusted the strap to his helmet.

  “I’ll get on first and then you get on behind me. Keep your feet on the back footrests there. Do you see what I’m talking about?” Michael asked, and she nodded her head despite the fact that she felt like vomiting.

  “Good girl. Now let’s move. I need to get you home and naked.”

  He hopped onto the bike and started the engine. He revved it, and she carefully climbed onto the back, behind him.

  “Hold on tight.”

  “Where’s your helmet?” she asked him as she tried her hardest to wrap her arms around his waist. He was big and she gripped a fistful of his leather jacket, feeling her wrist burn from Brad grabbing it earlier.

  “I don’t need one, baby. Hold on.” He took off, with her on the back and Chad following behind them. As they passed the café, her friends waved, and she went to wave back, nearly losing her balance, so she hugged Michael and laid her face against his jacket. She remained that way the entire ride to their home with anticipation of what was to come from her Double Delite Warriors.

  * * * *

  Chad and Michael were silent, but she sensed their intensity and hunger. The second they were inside their house Chad pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard on the mouth. She kissed him back, feeling just as hungry for him. His hands roamed over her ass, and he squeezed her to him then thrust. Pulling his lips from hers, he stepped back, grabbed the hem of her sweater, and began to lift it up over her head. Alexa was on fire with need. He was acting wild and sexy and as if he would die if he didn’t have sex with her.