by Marla Monroe
Briana had come back with them to their hotel room. Gavin was holding her in his arms, kissing her. Dillon walked up and brushed aside her shoulder-length hair and nibbled at her neck. He laid kisses up and down it. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue before treating the other side to the same assault.
Gavin turned her around, and Dillon claimed her sweet mouth now. He ran his tongue alongside hers before sucking it in and teasing it with his. She moaned into his mouth as his hand closed over her breast to mold it and scratch at her nipple through her blouse. When she pushed her chest farther into his hand, Dillon used his other hand to unbutton her blouse.
Gavin reached around and pulled it off her shoulders, then unfastened her bra and discarded it as well. Now Dillon had full access to her breasts. He bent over and took one into his mouth and sucked. Next to him, his brother had the other one. He felt her hand on his head, digging into his hair. He was sure she was doing the same to Gavin.
Dillon went to his knees before her and began to unfasten her jeans. She looked down at him with heavy eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. As soon as he had her jeans down enough that she could step out of them, he pulled off her shoes. Gavin held her steady as she picked up her feet to free them of her pants.
Both men licked and kissed her abdomen and pelvis before Gavin stood and picked her up to take her to the bed. He gently laid her down, then climbed on beside her. Dillon followed them and climbed up on the other side. They petted and smoothed along her arms and abdomen before once again attacking her breasts.
Dillon slowly worked his way down her torso, leaving kisses in his wake. He made it to her panties and licked a line around from one side to the other. Then he hooked his thumbs in them and drew them down her legs, tossing them to the side. He buried his nose in her pussy. She was hot and wet. Her juices coated the inside of her thighs. He quickly licked them clean, working his way to her hot cunt.
Gavin was busy licking from one nipple to the next by holding her breasts close together. She had her hands in his long hair holding him to her breasts. Dillon chuckled against her pussy. Gavin had his hands busy up there. He was going to have fun down here.
Dillon sucked on her pussy lips then stabbed her with his stiffened tongue until she was bucking her hips in time with his tongue fucking. He rubbed a finger around her slit a few times before thrusting it inside of her. She moaned. He added a second finger and began to finger-fuck her hot cunt while he licked all around her clit. She thrashed her head from side to side, whimpering.
Dillon looked up at Gavin, who nodded his agreement. Dillon found her hot spot deep inside her pussy and stroked it while sucking on her clit. Gavin pinched her nipples at the same time. She screamed and bucked hard as she climaxed. It was the sweetest release he’d ever been a part of. He licked her down from her climax then rose up to position his cock at her pussy entrance. Just as he plunged inside of her, the alarm went off, waking him up with his hand around his cock. He cursed and rolled out of bed.
Gavin wasn’t in any better shape by the sound of his cursing. Dillon grinned. For Gavin to be dreaming about her, she had to be special to him. He didn’t tend to get emotionally involved with many of the woman they loved along the way. Dillon did. He always fell a little in love with each of them and hated to leave them when the time came. He had a feeling this one was going to be nearly impossible to leave if they managed to get her to go out with them.
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Briana climbed out of her car exhausted and dreading her job tonight. She was scared spitless and wished she could find something else, but so far, nothing had panned out for her. She had to work to afford to go to school and live. She had a partial scholarship that depended on her making good grades. When the shop wasn’t busy, she could study. If she could just make it through the tonight, she was off tomorrow.
She had bought a can of pepper spray and planned to keep it in her hand when she walked out to her car after work tonight. It wasn’t much, but it was the best she could do. She didn’t like guns even if she could afford one.
“Hey, Briana, how are you tonight?” Bill was the day clerk for the store.
He worked from ten until five, and Briana worked five until midnight when they closed. Sometimes, if they weren’t busy, she closed early. Like last night.
“Hi, Bill. I’m okay.” She walked around the racks, heading to the counter.
“What in the hell happened to your face and neck, honey?”
“Oh, um, someone attacked me last night when I walked outside to go home. I thought I had it pretty well covered with makeup.”
“Fuck! Are you okay? Really okay?” he asked, walking around the counter to check her out.
“Yeah, two guys helped me, so nothing really happened. I was scared to death, though.”
“I’m sure you were. I’ve told you that you shouldn’t be working here.”
“I don’t have a choice, Bill. I need the money and the hours work for me.” She pulled out her pepper spray. “I bought this, so I’ll be fine now.”
“Honey, that only works if you manage to get it in their face and not yours.” He shook his head and gently touched her face. “You didn’t go to the hospital, did you?”
“I don’t have health insurance, Bill. You know that.”
“You could have called me. My wife would have looked at you.”
Bill’s wife was a nurse at the local hospital. It was why he worked days. She had to work nights and someone had to be at home with their baby at night.
“Thanks, that’s really nice of you, but neither one of you have the time to stop and see about me. I’m fine. It looks worse than it is.”
“Bullshit, honey. I know you. You’re shrugging it off, but you’re hurting. You’re white around the lips.”
“You better hurry or you’re going to miss seeing your wife off to work.”
Bill sighed. “I hear you loud and clear. Butt out.”
“It isn’t that, Bill. It’s just there’s nothing either one of us can do about it. There’s no use in talking about it.”
“You be careful tonight, Briana. I’m going to worry about you. At least we’re closed on Sundays so you can rest up some.”
“Night, Bill.”
“Night, Briana.” Bill picked up his pack and walked out the door.
Business was brisk for the first three hours. Then around eight thirty, things slowed down until close to ten that night. A party of five or six people came in after a movie and were just enough drunk to be annoying. By the time they left, she was ready to call it a night, but had at least another thirty minutes before she could lock up.
She walked around the store putting up things that had been pulled off the racks and left somewhere else. At least the last group hadn’t dropped things on the floor for her to have to pick up.
Every few minutes she checked her watch, hoping it would be time to close, but time seemed to be standing still. Finally, the clock read eleven thirty. She began preparing to close when the bell over the door jingled, alerting her to another customer. She sighed and waited at the counter, praying they would be quick so she could close after they were through looking.
Instead of browsing the aisles, the two men walked up to the counter, and she gasped. It was Dillon and Gavin from the night before. Why were they there?
“Um, hi. Did you need something?” That was a stupid question. Why would they be here if they didn’t want something?
“We came to see you safely home. This isn’t a good place for you to be this time of night.” Dillon smiled at her. “Do you need help with anything before you close?”
“Oh, no. Thanks, but you don’t have to wait on me. I got some pepper spray, so I’ll be fine.”
Gavin laughed from where he was standing close to the door. “Baby, that stuff is more likely to get in your eyes than your attacker’s. We’ll see you home safely.”
Briana frowned. She didn’t like to be laughed at. Her ex had laughed at her when he f
elt like she was being stupid about something.
“Look. I really appreciate the thought, but I don’t need you to watch out for me.”
The door opened, and a man with a hooded jacket walked in. He looked around then headed straight for the counter. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at her.
“Give me the money, quick, before I get itchy fingers.”
Briana’s mouth fell open, but nothing came out. She just stared at the man. He raised the gun and stuck it right in her face.
“The money! Now!” he yelled.
Briana started to open the cash register when Dillon calmly tapped the man’s throat with a knife.
“If you don’t mind, we were here first.” Gavin had walked up behind him and had a knife at the man’s abdomen.
“Fuck, man. Sure. It’s all yours.” He started to put the gun away, but Gavin grabbed it and emptied the shells on the floor. “Get out of here and don’t come back. This place belongs to us.”
The would-be thief nodded too rapidly and backed out of the store, running into racks and shelves as he did. Briana shivered and continued what she was doing. She stuffed all the money in a bag and held it out to Dillon.
“Put the money in the safe like you always do, baby. We don’t want the money,” Gavin said, shaking his head.
“But you told him…”
“We were just fucking with him, so he won’t come back,” Dillon told her.
“Oh. Okay.” Briana typed in the codes and left the cash register to run the closing tape while she locked the door and dimmed the lights.
“What can we do to help?” Dillon asked.
“Nothing. Thanks. I’ve got it. I just have to wait for the cash register to finish, and then I can wrap it with the money and put it all in the safe for the manager.” She fidgeted while she watched the register.
It seemed as if it was taking longer than usual to run tonight. Either Bill had been really busy, or she was just that nervous. Finally, it coughed its last, and she tore off the tape. After wrapping the tape around the money, she pulled back the drawer and dropped the money in it then shoved it closed. The package dropped into the safe, and the drawer came out empty once again.
Briana swallowed and stood up. She picked up her bag without bothering to pull out the pepper spray. If they were going to do anything, they would have already done it by now. With them walking her out, she didn’t expect any trouble.
“You about ready?” Dillon asked with a smile.
“Yeah, I’m ready. I just have to shut off the front lights when we go out.”
“Show me which lights, and I’ll do it,” Gavin said.
Briana walked over to the light switches and pointed out the correct ones to him. He nodded, and Dillon walked her to the door. They walked out. Gavin killed the outside lights then followed them. Dillon took the keys from Briana and locked the door before handing them back to her.
“Let’s get you in your car.” Dillon walked on one side of her with Gavin on the other.
She pulled out her car keys and clicked the fob so that her door unlocked. Gavin opened it for her while Dillon helped her in then closed it behind her.
“Drive straight home. We’ll follow you,” Dillon told her through the window.
Briana nodded and cranked her car. She waited on them before pulling out from the curb and driving toward home. It all felt so familiar to her. She had butterflies fluttering in her stomach just thinking about it.
When she pulled into her drive, the two men pulled in behind her. They took off their helmets this time before walking over to the car. She grabbed her bag when Dillon opened her door. He held out his hand, and she took it, letting him draw her out of the car. Gavin walked up the steps to the porch and waited by the door for them to join him.
She inserted her key into the lock and turned it. Gavin immediately pushed open the door and reached inside to flip on a light. He managed to get the inside light without looking.
“Looks okay inside. Go in and lock up, Briana,” he said.
“Night, Briana,” Dillon said.
“Thanks for seeing me home. Good night.” She walked inside and smiled at them before closing the door and setting the locks.
She stood at the door for several seconds until she heard them start up their bikes and drive off. She drew in a deep breath and wondered why they had shown up to see her safely home. They didn’t seem to want anything. Surely she wouldn’t see them again.
Briana dropped her keys on the kitchen bar with her purse and fixed herself a glass of Diet Coke. She sipped it while she thought about the two men. They didn’t say a lot, but they had helped her twice now and hadn’t asked for anything in return. Were they some sort of neighborhood watch?
She laughed at that. No one cared about that neighborhood. Why were they being so nice to her? Even her ex hadn’t cared that she worked late at night and closed up alone. He’d either be drunk off his ass or asleep in bed when she got home. He never would know if she made it home or not. She shook her head. She refused to think about his sorry ass. He’d bailed on her after using her savings. She hadn’t even realized he had done it until he was trying to sneak out one night when she’d had to come home early from work sick. He had all his clothes and some of her things packed as well, but she had parked behind him and caught him.
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 sev
eral 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.
