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

by Marla Monroe

  She needed to pick up on her web work to get into the bonus money they promised her. The more websites she worked on, the more money she got. As long as her work was up to par, they paid out for quantity as well as quality. She needed to be working today and tomorrow instead of attending this cookout to meet Gavin and Dillon’s friends. She really didn’t want to get to know them. It would be more people she would lose when they dropped her.

  She was no fool. Dillon said he loved her, but he wore his heart on his sleeve and probably fell in love with everyone he was with. It was just who he was. Gavin, on the other hand, would fall in love for life if he ever let himself take the plunge. How she wished it would be with her. She dropped that idea like a hot potato and concentrated on finding the kitchen in the rather large house.

  She located it without getting lost and poured a glass of juice before searching for the coffee. She couldn’t find the real coffee, so she made a cup of decaf and suffered through it. It just wasn’t the same.

  “I see you found the coffee,” Dillon said.

  She eyed him with evil intent. He took a step back.

  “Where did you hide the real coffee?”

  He relaxed and grinned. “You’ll never find it. Now, what would you like to eat?”

  “I’m really not hungry. I never am in the mornings. Food isn’t appetizing then. I usually eat at lunch.”

  “The baby books say you need four or five small meals a day, Briana. You can’t skip breakfast. How about toast and jelly?”

  “She needs more than that, Dillon,” Gavin said when he walked into the kitchen. “I’ll fix eggs for her.”

  “How about I eat a piece of toast and jelly and drink a glass of milk for protein. I don’t think I can keep anything else down right now.” She dared either brother to contradict her.

  Evidently they recognized determination when they saw it because they backed down and didn’t push anymore. Round one went to Briana.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Their friends began coming over at three that afternoon bringing food and beer in coolers. She remembered Cole and Zack and Tina. The other woman was gorgeous with all her auburn hair. She was also very nice.

  Then she met Kyle, West, and Brandy. They were the only other married couple there. The rest were all single and hadn’t brought dates with them. Ranger and Drew were familiar to her from Round Rock, but she couldn’t remember Shane, Neal, Alan, or Mark.

  “What do you think about The Dirty Dozen now that you’ve met them all?” Gavin asked.

  “They’re all really nice. You have great friends,” Briana assured him.

  Dillon appeared with a glass of something in his hand. He handed it to her.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “Apple juice. I figured you might need something to drink after talking to everyone that’s come in.”

  “Thanks, I guess I am pretty thirsty.” She eyed everyone else holding a beer and sighed.

  She wasn’t a drunk, but she liked beer with grilled food and pizza. Then a sickening thought hit her. They were grilling out hamburgers and hotdogs. She knew she couldn’t eat either one of those.

  “What is it, baby?” Dillon asked, standing in front of her.

  He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. She was sure no one could see her around him.

  “I, um, can’t eat what you’re cooking tonight. I’m sorry.” She looked pleadingly at him.

  “Baby, we knew you wouldn’t be able to, so we have chicken breast for you. Will that be okay?” He smiled at her.

  She let out a sigh and closed her eyes for a brief second. “That will be great. Thanks for thinking about it.”

  “All the meat is going to be cooked well done. Will it bother you to be around it while they are eating? I know you couldn’t eat your chicken the other night because we had the steak.” Dillon’s perceptiveness amazed her.

  “No, I should be fine. I’m sorry for being so much trouble, Dillon.”

  “You’re not any trouble. Come on. Let’s go talk to Brandy and Kyle. West is talking with Cole, Zack, and Gavin.”

  When time came to eat, she found herself with Brandy and Tina eating inside away from the mosquitoes, while the men all gathered he-man-style outside.

  “How are you feeling?” Tina asked her.

  “I’m doing fine. I don’t have much of an appetite, and that’s driving the guys crazy.”

  “You’re far enough along I would think that it should be picking back up. When do you see the doctor?”

  “Tuesday afternoon.” Briana took a small bite of her grilled chicken.

  “Have you tried eating a lot of small meals?” Brandy asked.

  “Yeah. I still end up eating about the same amount, just spread out.”

  “Well, the doctor should be able to offer some advice to help you,” Tina assured her.

  They talked about the men and how they were committed to only taking jobs close around Dallas now. Brandy was glad. She didn’t like it when they were gone weeks at a time. She didn’t like being by herself, but hated being all alone at the hotel when she went with them.

  “If they take jobs around here, they can either stay at home, or at least come home on the weekends,” Brandy said.

  “I would think they would need to go where the money is,” Briana said.

  “They don’t need the money. They’ve all invested their money and could probably retire if they really wanted to. They just like working with their hands too much to stop right now.” Tina shook her head. “They love construction for some reason.”

  “Kyle says it’s because it is building something instead of blowing it up or tearing it down,” Brandy explained.

  “I guess all the time they spent in the army shaped their views on things.” Tina got up with her empty plate.

  “Anyone else through?”

  Tina shook her head. “I’m still eating. This potato salad is delicious.”

  “Briana? You still have a lot on your plate, hon.”

  She had been handing hers to Tina but lowered it again. “I just can’t eat a lot at one time.”

  “Well, come on and we’ll put it up for later.”

  They searched through the kitchen until they found some aluminum foil to cover her plate with. Then they put it in the fridge.

  “Now you can eat it later tonight when you’re hungry again.”

  “You didn’t eat all your food?” Gavin asked as he walked into the kitchen.

  “I ate all I could, but I’ll get hungry again later.” Briana used Tina’s words to ward him off of lecturing her.

  His eyebrow went up as he shook his head. “I’m going to hold you to that.” He wrapped her in his arms.

  Dillon walked in and shook his head. “I’m always the last one in on the hugging.”

  Tina laughed. “What are Cole and Zack doing?”

  “They were talking with Shane and Alan about something,” Dillon told her.

  “I guess I’m going to go interrupt them. We should probably be going soon.”

  “Hey, it’s not even ten o’clock yet,” Gavin pointed out.

  “Yeah, but you need to get her to bed early or she’s going to fall asleep on her feet.”

  “I’m fine. I’m not all that sleepy.” Briana yawned, and everyone laughed.

  She hated being laughed at. She frowned and pulled out of Gavin’s arms.

  “Come on, baby. Let’s go say good night to everyone. If Cole and Zack leave, they’ll all take it as time to leave,” Gavin said, taking her hand.

  Dillon grabbed her other hand and took her around to everyone. She apologized for leaving the party early, but she was sleepy. She made sure her eyes promised Gavin and Dillon retribution later. They seemed to take it in stride.

  Once she’d made the rounds, Briana started to head upstairs. It was obvious she was going to be spending the night again tonight.

  “Dillon, go with her and help her get settled.” Gavin pulled her into his arms and
kissed her.

  His tongue licked along the outside of her lips until she opened them and he could rub against hers. Then he sucked on hers before pulling back.

  “I’ll see you in a little while, baby.”

  Dillon took her hand and led her to the stairs and then the bedroom. He closed the double doors and smiled.

  “I’ve got you all to myself.”

  Briana frowned and backed away. “So?”

  “So, I can have my wicked way with you.”

  “Um, I’m sleepy, Dillon.” She grasped the excuse in hopes it would deter him.

  “Now you confess you’re sleepy.” He grinned at her and winked.

  “Asshole.” She started to pull her T-shirt over her head, but Dillon was there and pulling it off for her. Then his deft hands made short work of her bra.

  “Come on and sit in the chair so I can get your shoes off.”

  “I can take my own clothes off, Dillon. You don’t have to undress me.”

  “I like undressing you, Briana. I like watching each piece of your gorgeous body appear before me.”

  “I don’t see my feet being gorgeous,” she said dryly

  “Believe me. They are.” He pulled off her shoes then her socks as soon as she sat down.

  Then he pulled a foot into his lap and massaged it for her. He did the same thing to the other one. He got up and pulled her to her feet before unfastening her jeans.

  “Hmmm, they’re tight across your belly. That can’t be comfortable. He pulled them down and frowned. “They’re baggy everywhere else.”

  “Save the fashion critique, Dillon. I know I’m gaining weight.” Briana stepped out of the jeans and jerked them out of his hands.

  “That’s just it, Briana. You aren’t gaining weight. You’ve lost weight. I can tell when I pick you up. Remember, I know what you felt like before you got pregnant. You’ve lost weight.”

  “I don’t feel like I’ve lost weight. I think it’s just redistributed, is all.” She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but Dillon opened it back up.

  “Hey, I deserve some privacy.”

  “First, promise me you won’t get in the shower or the tub without one of us to help you in and out.”

  “You’re serious.”

  “Dead serious. We don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” Dillon crossed his arms and stood there in the doorway.

  “Fine. I won’t get in or out of either the tub or shower without help. Satisfied?”

  He smiled and left her alone in the bathroom. She smothered the urge to scream and took care of her needs before turning on the shower and pulling off her panties. She opened the bathroom door to find Dillon standing right outside. Her face colored at the thought of him hearing her in the bathroom.

  “Ready for the shower?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” She headed back to it and was about to step in when Dillon stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

  “Wait while I get undressed. You’re not getting in there alone. The tub is one thing, but standing up in the shower is another.” Dillon began pulling off his clothes.

  “I don’t believe this. You’re going to shower with me so I won’t fall? I’m not going to fall, Dillon!”

  “And I’m not going to take the chance. Now wait while I finish undressing, or I’ll spank your ass.”

  Briana felt like screaming. If there hadn’t have been others in the house, she probably would have done it. Instead she crossed her arms and waited for Dillon to finish undressing.

  “Okay, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He helped her in the shower and handed her the bath cloth.

  He took another one and began soaping it up. She presumed to bathe himself, but he began washing her back. She started and slipped. He grabbed her.

  “Easy there. See, you need help in the shower.”

  “You scared me. I wasn’t expecting you to touch me like that.”

  “Briana, we need to get you used to being touched by us. We plan to touch you a lot, baby.”

  Briana ignored that comment and concentrated instead on bathing so she could get out of the shower and into bed. As much as she hated to admit it, she really was dead on her feet. The added excitement of visiting with all of those people had drained her.

  Dillon continued bathing her back and buttocks then continued down her legs. When he finished, he turned her around to rinse off. She’d gotten most of her front, but had stopped at her legs. He knelt down in the shower and took care of those for her. When he looked up at her she could see heat in his eyes. He buried his face in her pussy and groaned.

  “Please let me taste your sweet pussy, baby. I promise I’ll make you feel good. I just really need a taste if nothing else.” He ran his hands lightly up and down her thighs.

  “Dillon,” she whispered, because she couldn’t do anything else. His touch was turning her on.

  He took that as a yes and spread her pussy lips before burying his tongue between them. She grabbed his head in an effort to stay upright. He seemed to realize she was going to have trouble standing because he pulled away and stood up.

  “I’m going to dry you off and get you to bed, baby. I don’t want you to fall because I’m going to eat your tasty pussy until you come.” Dillon stood up, reaching around her to turn off the water.

  He helped her step out of the shower and dried her off with a large, fluffy towel. After drying himself off, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Once he had her settled there, he climbed up between her legs and, once again, buried his face there and licked her from top to bottom. He licked all around her pussy lips then sucked them into his mouth and teased them with his tongue.

  He tongued around her clit, forming large circles without touching the little button. Frustration had her moving her pelvis to try and follow his tongue. All that she gained was the exercise it took to do it. She moaned in frustration.

  “Easy, baby. I’ll take care of you. I want that sweet honey now, though.” He stimulated her cunt with two fingers and continued to lap at her juices as they flowed.

  When he rasped over her sweet spot with his fingers, she gasped and clamped down on them. He chuckled and wiggled them inside of her. She nearly went off right then and there as his fingers rubbed back and forth over that spot.

  “Please, Dillon. I can’t stand it anymore.”

  “Come for me, baby. Give me more of your sweet cream.”

  He sucked in her clit while stroking her G-spot until she had to bite her hand to keep from screaming. He licked her pussy as she came down, pulling his fingers from her cunt.

  “There you go, baby. You should sleep fine now.” He climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms.

  She could feel his stiff cock rubbing against her thigh. If she hadn’t been so tired, she would have asked him why he hadn’t fucked her, but sleep soon put a stop to her naughty thoughts.

  * * * *

  Dillon lay there holding Briana close to him, wishing she had already been to the doctor. He desperately wanted to fuck her sweet pussy, but he and Gavin had agreed that until they got the okay from the doctor, no actual sex. It was going to kill him, he was sure.

  Twenty minutes later, Gavin walked in and shook his head with a frown.

  “I thought we agreed, no sex, Dillon,” he whispered.

  “Didn’t happen. I went down on her and had myself a yummy treat, but that was it.”

  “Well, you certainly wore her out,” Gavin said as he undressed. “I’m going to jump in the shower. I’ll be right back.”

  Dillon nodded and snuggled closer to Briana’s neck. When Gavin got in bed, he’d lose his place. He didn’t mind. She just gravitated to him in her sleep for some reason.

  He inhaled her scent and held it inside him for a few seconds before letting it out again. She always smelled so fresh. Even before she’d had the shower, she smelled like spring to him. He twirled a lock of hair around his finger as he waited for Gavin to finish in the shower. He wanted to know wh
at, if anything, Cole might have said about working again. He didn’t want to leave Briana alone right now. Their hold on her was precarious at best.

  “She still sleeping sound?” Gavin padded into the bedroom, still drying off with a towel as he walked toward the bed.

  “Yeah. She was already worn out from the party, and the oral sex just topped it all off. She’ll be asleep for the rest of the night.” Dillon watched as Gavin crawled into the bed on the other side of Briana.

  “What did Cole have to say about working again?” he asked.

  “He’s still working with the company about keeping us local. They have a job they’re trying to get us to do two hours north of Dallas. We could come home on the weekends, but we’d be there during the week. Starts next month. He says we’ll probably take it.”

  “Fuck. I don’t like leaving her right now,” Dillon said.

  “Me either. We can always opt out.”

  “Hate to do that to the rest of the guys. Puts them in a tough situation. Let’s see what the doctor says.”

  “Plus, we can see about having Tina and Brandy checking on her some, too,” Gavin suggested.

  “Good idea. Do you think we can convince her to stay here instead of that cracker box she’s in?”

  Gavin sighed. “I doubt it.”

  Dillon tried to think of a reason she would need to stay at their place and couldn’t come up with anything. Their place would be so much more comfortable for her than the place she was living. Plus, they had security, and she didn’t.

  “Well, we have a few weeks to work on her. Maybe we’ll think of something by then,” Dillon said.

  Briana moaned then rolled over toward Gavin. Dillon smiled. Never failed. She would be on top of him before the night was out. He adjusted his cock now that she wasn’t pressed against it. He seriously thought about getting up and taking another shower so he could jack off, but he was tired. He would manage to fall asleep just fine with a hard cock.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tuesday, the guys were at her apartment just before noon to help her get ready for her doctor’s appointment.

  “I don’t need help to get ready,” she complained when they ushered her into her bedroom.